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Topic Started: Oct 1 2010, 04:09 AM (5,001 Views)
ET.Requiem
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((Kevin Harding continued from One of Three))

It had been a long, horrific day for Kevin. Running away from a lit stick of dynamite, watching somebody get beaten to death from a distance, and just an hour ago, getting held up by Vera, who he had tried to steal a gun from. He was slowly but surely making his way down to the loser pile. If he didn't shape up, it wouldn't be long before he got his sorry ass killed.

"Plan. I need to have a plan." He stumbled onto the side of the mountain and laid there, with his clothes dripping with sweat and his face smeared with mud and dust. It was probably time to set up a camp and just rest. He had been running around for so long, with so little in the way of nourishment or hydration. Taking his backpack off, he pulled out a bottle of water and greedily gulped its contents down, only stopping when half of it was drained and his thirst was abated.

God, this was a mess. Just one giant fucking mess. It was obvious that he couldn't get through this game without killing anybody. It was just plain impossible. He had heard about the previous games of SotF, and the body count that their winners racked up. Sooner or later, he'd have to end somebody's life, whether it was to protect himself or loot the body.

He looked wearily up at the night sky. Was this it? The death of his body, or the death of his humanity. Those were the choices presented to him. It really was impossible to come out of this a real winner. He would lose much more than he would gain either way.

The third option... escape. What a joke. With these collars around their necks and the terrorists watching their every move, trying to get off this island alive was impossible. Removing this metal deathtrap was equally had, seeing as how they had 3 games to perfect these devices.

Yes, running away from it all was an absolutely hopeless prospect. With that in mind, he had to choose his path. Kill, or be killed. There was no guarantee that he would survive even if he tried his hardest to win, but it would give him a slim chance. Giving up was certain death here.

"I'm...." What will it be? "I don't want to die."

Kevin made his choice. He would start killing. He was just too scared of the alternative to do otherwise.

"Sorry, mom. Sorry, dad. I'm sorry that I gave in so easily." Just this once, he let himself cry. It was probably the last time he would ever get a chance to do so.
V3 Character
B88: Jeff Thorne - Dead from gunshot wounds.

V4 Characters
B103 - Kevin Harding - Killed by a javelin.
G035 - Ash Morrison - Tumbled down a hill.
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ET.Requiem
Confused Writer
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"Are you alright?"

Kevin quickly sat up when he heard the voice, picking up his shovel as he did. He was about to start swinging when he saw the girl's empty hands. Against his better judgement, he stopped the attack before it began. He just hoped that he made the right call there.

As his teary eyes cleared and adjusted to the darkness, he barely managed to recognize the girl that stood over him. What was the girl's name again? It... was... Mira? Well, that's what he thought her name was. He lowered the shovel and wiped his eyes with his free hand. His battered face was aching from the rough treatment he was giving it.

"Y- yeah, I'm fine." He said briefly, composing himself as he did. "Just... napping. No problems there." The awkwardness of the situation was not lost on him.

"Thanks for the concern. But can you just continue on your way? I really don't want to get into a fight." Kevin just had that feeling. The feeling of standing beside somebody that could beat the snot out of him. That sense had never been wrong in that respect before, as he found out to his detriment. It wasn't just that. With him on the floor and armed with a weapon too long to use effectively at that close range, she could make sure that he never stood up again.

He didn't waste time in admitting it to himself. Kevin was scared of Mira right now. He just had to accept that fact and work from there. "So, if you'll be so kind as to-" He managed to spot the second figure in the moonlight and tightened his grip on his shovel. As he prepared to get up and fight, the girl approaching them started speaking.

"Mizore Soryu here. Not trying to kill you. Just want to get some rest. Weapons are in that bag. Caltrops and food. Nothing on me. Can search me if you want. I'm on my way to the groundskeeper's hut to get some paint. Anyone know where I can find paint around here?"

His eyebrows raised. Kevin didn't get the feeling that Mizore meant any harm, although it was kind of weird how she showed up for such a trivial item. He looked up at Mira, then back at the new arrival. What was going to happen now?
V3 Character
B88: Jeff Thorne - Dead from gunshot wounds.

V4 Characters
B103 - Kevin Harding - Killed by a javelin.
G035 - Ash Morrison - Tumbled down a hill.
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ET.Requiem
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(Sorry about the short post, but I'm in a rush right now.)

What the heck had just happened? Kevin was all alone now, sitting by himself with shovel in hand and too fatigued to care about the flurry of events that passed him by. At least he didn't have to kill anybody. That was the gruesome task he would have to carry out when the next day began.

He crawled over to a more secluded location, laid his shovel across his legs, and fell asleep very quickly.

Tomorrow would be a day of mourning and regret for him. He was certain of it.

((Kevin Harding continued in Jesus Loves the Little Children))
Edited by ET.Requiem, Nov 1 2010, 06:48 PM.
V3 Character
B88: Jeff Thorne - Dead from gunshot wounds.

V4 Characters
B103 - Kevin Harding - Killed by a javelin.
G035 - Ash Morrison - Tumbled down a hill.
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