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Topic Started: Sep 15 2010, 05:59 AM (3,268 Views)
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A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
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Sarah had been running for so long now. The now long gone form of Ben Powell faded from her mind. All there was were trees and grass stretching as far as the eye could see. The night had waned on and Sarah had fled, her mind oblivious to the pain of her legs and the multitude of scratches and bruises from branches as she flew past them, crashing through the dark, heedless to any dangers that might spring forth from the ground. A single thought circled her mind again and again.

This is real, they are coming to kill me

This is real, they are coming to kill me

This is real, they are coming to kill me

The early morning light of the dawn crept through the trees, the mists coming in from the coast enveloping the bushes and ground the girl, the cool sensation of the dew rushing past her legs as she moved ever onwards, without destination in mind. Her legs had long since slowed to a jerky walk, moving forward on automatic now, her mind preoccupied elsewhere.

They are coming to kill me

They are coming to kill me

They are coming to kill me

A sudden slope upwards made Sarah stumble. She forward on her knees, once hand pushed out to slow her descent to the ground. The thin blades of grass felt smooth in her hand and she ran her fingers gently through them, feeling, for a second the cool, soft sensation brush against her shaking palm. She hadn’t noticed it before, so far retreated in to her own mind, that she was freezing and now as her cognitive functions returned she couldn’t help but shiver in the morning light. Her clothes were torn and ripped in many places and her feet ached like they had never before. She was sure that her face was muddied and her makeup smeared. Brushing a hair away from her face she felt something peel off, caked from the night but now becoming wet once more with the morning humidity.

A cold shiver ran down her neck as she slowly turned to look at her hand. Flecks of red blood were smeared across the palm and she opened her eyes wide as the memories from the night before flooded back to her.

Sarah had been standing near Paige when she was shot and a thin spray of blood has splashed on her face during the event. Scrambling back she frantically pawed at her face, desperately trying to rid herself of the ghastly substance that now seemed to soak in to every pore of her skin. A forceful sob jerked at her body as she suddenly stopped. A single thought eclipsing all other fears.

Coming to kill

Coming to kill

Coming to kill

Staring at her hands in disbelief Sarah began to laugh. A peel of giggling which one would normally associate with a love struck girl on a first date, innocent and joyus. "These students, they’re not your friends"a venomous voice spoke to her. "They aren’t people to worry about, they’re just props, plaything in the Directors grand design"

Director? Sarah’s laugh died in an instant as her face grew serious. If Danya was a director and this was a show, then what was she? Little more than a plaything, someone cast to die, to fade away without a whimper? No.

Kill

Kill

KILL

She may have had bickering parents, a brother gone to war, but she persevered. She did well enough in school, she once had a bright future and a loving boyfriend.

"But now", the voice whispered to her "but now, you will die. Your belongings sold, your family will move on, and you will be forgotten."

Outwardly it seemed as if she sat shocked, staring off in to the middle distance, but within her mind a battle raged.

"If Danya was the director then you are an actor, you are to play a part." The voice hissed, more feminine this time. More her.

Her mind twisted in on itself, perverting, corrupting the need. The need to escape, the need for this not to be real. She shook her head, her mind was blurred as if a great fog had been cast over everything the voice crooning in the back of her a guide, the only way out.

"You have been given a gift. A valuable prize. You worry for your family, perhaps your friends? Leave them, become what you must. Play your part."

A hand reached out from the void, a gnarled, twisted thing. Thin nails, chewed and horrible. Sarah shied away, the hand could lead out, out of this dark place, but she feared where it would take her.

"Become part of something greater. I am in you and I know what is best. Perhaps you may lose yourself, but what does it matter when a part of you will live on forever, remembered?"

Sarah found herself nodding as her heart beat once, twice. Tentatively she reached out for the hand. She did not want to fade away in to this mist. More than anything she did not want to fade in to nothingness. The hand closed around hers, soft, not at all like she thought. It felt... It felt like hers. She opened her mouth to scream but the claw pulled and she was gone.

"You are mine"



*****



Sarah Atwell had long ago poured some of the Ketomine she had grabbed from the infirmary into one of the drink bottles, mixing it with the water inside when she happened across the stirring form of Eve. The girl hadn’t noticed her approach and she let out a greeting, accompanied by a disarming smile, cheerful and friendly.

“Eve, how are you? You look thirsty. Here, have some water.”

She held out the bottle, still beaming.


The thing that was Sarah Atwell would play her part.
Edited by Fanatic, Sep 15 2010, 09:05 AM.
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Sarah took a step back as Eve swung wildly at her. The bottle falling from her nerveless fingers as she collapsed.. The beaming smile never left Sarah's face as her fellow student fell to the ground with a soft thump. Kneeling down she picked up the strangely curved sword from the ground and pointed it at the nape of Eve's neck.

Pausing for a second her brow furrowed momentarily and she placed the item in her pack. Unzipping Eve's duffel (Sarah had dropped hers long ago somewhere in the forest) she rummaged through the contents before pulling out a piece of bread and biting down on it. She sat down, cross-legged as the sun rose above the cliffs and mused.

***

It had taken her a while to find a good spot and Eve's body was both unwieldy and heavy for the girl. Sarah had dragged her maybe a few hundred metres to a small dip along the cliffs. The point had a good vantage of the immediate area but was reclusive enough that it was unlikely that they would be disturbed. It had taken her even longer to remove the tracksuit pants and tank top and then shred them to form ropes to bind the girls arms and legs to the nearby trees. Sarah was no girl scout but had taken some time to ensure the ropes were tight and binding. Her brother had shown her a few tricks before and she now put them to good use.

A thin groan signaled the stirring of life from Eve and Sarah sat up. The contents of the medical kit laid out delicately about the small grassy patch.

Smiling cheerfully at the groggy girl Sarah walked over to her. "Welcome back," she began before frowning slightly and looking at the camera's in the trees. Glancing back to Eve she continued. "Sorry about exposing you like this." She motioned to the bare stomach of the bound girl. "It's not about the sex, really." Pausing for a second she knelt down and stroked the side of Eve's face. "Although, I have to admit, you are very pretty."

Standing up once more she faced away from the immobile girl. “You know. I’m not the monster you think I am, doing all this. Plus who's to say you are any better? I have your profile from when I recorded your thoughts on graduation. Dancing the night away, a teenage pregnancy? You’re a headline waiting to happen.”

She bent down and picked up the scalpel from where it lay, alongside the contents of medical kit before continuing. “So I thought I’d do a little... preventive maintenance.” Staring at the surgical implement Sarah pressed down slightly on the tip with her finger to check its sharpness. Satisfied she placed it back on the pile of gear that had be laid out before her before grabbing some gloves from the kit. She smiled back at Eve as she slipped them on to her fingers. “These things really stick.”

Turning back to the gear she picked up the scalpel once more. “Ok, you know, we’re all set now.” She pointed at Camera, set up near Eve and piped up cheerfully, “I'm glad that I have this camera, cause this way you can watch everything.” The video camera itself was pointing directly at Eve but the LCD screen was turned around so the struggling girl could see herself in crystal clear detail. Sarah smiled sadly and tilted her head slightly to the left as she watched Eve struggle against her bonds. “Come on Eve. I go to all this trouble to set this all up for you and you don’t want to watch? That’s not very considerate.”

Leaning towards her captive Sarah was poised to cut. Just before she made her first incision she stared directly at the girl, looking perturbed momentarily. “I don’t wanna go crazy here but... is this insane?

Am I insane?”
Edited by Fanatic, Sep 17 2010, 02:19 AM.
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Sarah stood shocked as Eve launched her tirade of insults and abuse at her.

"I'm insane? I'm insane? I've seen what your idea of what a teenage girl should do with her day is, so don't get me started. As for why, well you know it's a show, and really every show has to have high and low points, otherwise people just. Won't. Watch."

Sarah slowly pushed the thin blade in to Eve's thigh, watching in rapt fascination as the blade sunk in to the soft skin and blood trickled out from the wound. As she pressed deeper Eve began to struggle more violently. Sarah drew back momentarily as she watched Eve strain against her bonds. "If you move too much I could nick an artery and you could bleed to death. So please don’t move. I really need to have a steady hand."

She glanced over Eve's body slowly. "Now that the test was complete where should we start? I mean I'm sure Jack's watching so we want to give him a show don't we?"

Turning to the camera in the trees Sarah began to talk. "Dear Jack, my name is Sarah. I met this girl called Eve i think you know and she’s soooo cute, and I’m so glad that I met her cause for a 17 year old like me this could be a huge break you know? Like it 's soooo hard to get in to the film industry, but with a good portfolio it's waaaay easier. I've never done anything like this before but from what I've seen it should be pretty easy right?"

Bending near Eve she whispered quietly in to her ear. "This will be your legacy. Your kid will thank me for this one day, I'm sure of it."

Flicking her hair back out of her eyes and with a look of determination Sarah resumed her work. Pushed deep in to the centre of Eve's chest she began to cut, and despite Eve's screams she didn't stop.

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Sarah stared down at the cold dead eyes of Eve Walker-Luther. The girl had stopped breathing some time ago but Sarah had continue to stab and slice for a while after enraged at the girl's comments. She was not a crappy B grade movie villain. She was a Visionary. Her work would be seen by tens of thousands, her every move de-constructed in film classes around the globe and the girl had dared tease her while she was doing her work.

She had time to reflect back on it now, her breathing still heavy from the exercise. She took a moment to compose herself and smiled, looking back at the camera. "Phew, that was exhausting work." She would do better next time she vowed. She had momentarily let Eve get the better of her, and in that furor had almost ruined her debut. Then again even the best film crews make mistakes on their first movie. She would just edit it out later.

Still the glassy eyed stare of Eve somewhat unnerved the girl as she wiped down the scalpel in her hand. Thin trails of blood still trickled from the body and Sarah risked a brief look around as she packed up the gear in to Eve's duffel. A thin smearing of mud obscured the name of the girl but she had a contingency if anyone was to ask. She had been with Eve when she died and the girl had asked her to take her duffel.

The next bit was a little more tricky. She cut the thin strips of cloth holding the girl down and began to roll the body towards the cliff edge. Couldn't have people defacing her work now could she? It took some time as the combination of dead weight, the push uphill and the tiredness that ached in Sarah's limbs made for slow going. Eventually though she reached the top of the cliff and sat down next to the body staring out to the ocean. "You know Eve, we had fun you and I. And I promise I won't forget everything you've done for me. It's really appreciated. It really is. Anyway. I thought I'd send you out to sea and all, proper burial and all that cause well the grounds pretty tough here and I know a girl like you would truly appreciate me not wanting to mess myself up further by digging a hole."

With a heave she rolled Eve's body off the top of the cliff, watching it topple on to the rocks below, smashing against them before sinking beneath the waves. She gave a cheerful wave before returning to her own camera and dismantling it. Some footage would have to go, that was for sure but there was plenty she could use. Hoisting the duffel on her shoulder she took some time to work her way down to the water to clean up.

She washed the majority of the gore away from her arms and face and tucked away the gloves in to the bag as well before applying some foundation and combing her hair. The few personal upkeep items she did pack in her bag for the trip had been left there and she was thankful for the small kindness of that. She kept a little on her though, to ensure she could accurately sell a story of seeing Eve horribly murdered and barely escaping. As her routine finished she looked at herself in the small mirror in her pack. Despite her best efforts she looked tired and she would have to find somewhere to sleep. Moving to the area under the cliffs she found a small dip hidden away and quietly munched on the rations from Eve's bag before settling down to nap.

***

Sarah didn't sleep for too long, maybe six hours at most. Awake and refreshed she gathered her belongings and checked her map, before heading off southwards.

((Sarah Atwell continued in No News is Good News))
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