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Just Close Your Eyes; Transitioning into Day 3
Topic Started: Oct 7 2010, 11:38 AM (1,426 Views)
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((Rekka Saionji continued from What She Came For.))
---Day 2---
That... had been close. The steady, low beeping of his collar as he passed through the greens had slowly began to beep faster and faster as Rekka had fled the long way from the area. His thoughts were focused on Dawne the entire time that he ran, thinking back to what in God's name her motives could have been. Why had she pointed that gun at him? Why had she tried to kill him? She must have lost her mind to actually shoot him. His hand brushed over his cheek where hot lead had torn away the skin, blood staying with his fingers as he pulled them back into view. He was weaponless, he was lonely, and frankly, he was scared. The wilderness could do nothing compared to the fear that he felt then as he launched himself forward, step after step away from Dawne.

And after he had fled far enough for the beeping to finally stop; so did he. The fedora he had clenched in his hand was crushed from the pressure he was putting on it, the crescent moon dotted with tears. And with a deep breath, he swung the hat back onto his head; beginning a slow wander to nowhere inparticular. Just away from those Greens. His breaths were pained, and labored for the next few minutes as he pushed on with this somber pace. And finally his concentration was broken with a very soft explosion seeming to come from miles away. Only he knew exactly what it was. This was not some random noise of combat, that was Dawne's collar exploding. And he knew it.

"One step."

What was there left for him?

"Two step."

What would he do now?

"Three step."

"Give up."

Jikan sank to his knees, his hands falling heavily to the soil with a dull thud. Tattered and weathered nails dug at the loose dirt as he sought any respite he could find for his pain. A loud, anguished scream; reminiscent of a beaten dog wretched from his throat. And the crescent moon that adorned his forehead hit the ground. The bag that he had so haphazardly swung over his shoulder fell to the ground, landing with a loud thud, containing nothing more than food, first aid, and clothes; The knives that he had improvised clanging in his pockets.

Before he had the strength to stand, the sun was directly overhead. And when he finally did stand, his legs moved on their own. He was a ghost; a shell of his former self. Why did she shoot me? Why didn't she come? This thought kept him company from noon, till dusk, and then until dawn.

---Day 3---

Apparently his wanderings had led him to a beach; this was the first thing he noticed as his mind finally awoke from his stupor. Just a little while ago he was surrounded by sparse trees and rolling fields; now his boots felt uneasy in this sandy shore. Waves quietly lapsed onto the beach all around him, and... there was a figure. As his mind recovered from it's stupor, he witnessed a girl kneeling down in front of her bag. Going for her weapon? Jikan had been shot before, he was having none of it again. Little did he know how innocent Courtney's act really was, but paranoia wasn't completely wasted in this situation. And then as she wandered off, finding some rocks and sitting in front of them, Jikan thought to himself. As much as he tried to rationalize the situation, he just couldn't. His mind was too awash with so many other things, so many other fears as he found himself drifting down the beach towards the water. The bag on his back felt awkward and heavy.

And then a realization hit him. It was dark.

...

Have I been really been walking all night?

Either way, he needed to sit and rest if this were the case. Whether or not his legs pain could out-scream the pain in his heart, he still knew consciously that tearing a muscle would be a very bad idea. His eyes fell to his right arm as he massaged the wrist hurriedly, subconsciously fearing what would happen if that particular issue popped up.

He sat on the sandy shores, his bag quietly being rolled from his shoulders. Every single noise he made sounded one hundred times louder. The soft clanging of the metallic buckles hanging freely underneath his trench coat. The sound of his makeshift knives clanging. As quiet as they were, every single one worried him. Using the bag as a pillow and a prop, he laid down, staring at the small rock formation that he presumed a killer sat behind. His left hand slid into the pocket of his trench-coat, retrieving the knives and sliding one loop over each pointer finger. Best to be prepared.

And here he sat, waiting for dawn.
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While it was still dark out, his vision began to fade. First tunnel vision, then a softening black sensation. Rekka's thoughts were too scattered to focus at all on his vision however, and as such, he just let it fade. Let the scene that he couldn't really see fade away into blackness. And when the fatigue he didn't even realize was there washed over his body, his eyes closed on their own. His thoughts suddenly became pictures, and without realizing it, he had fallen into his own mind.

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The blackness began to fade away. The sudden light brought his mind back to focus on the world itself. His memories were a little bit foggy. Like had the most horrible dream. Something about another high school... It didn't matter. It was chilly out, and as his vision came back into focus, the smell of sweet salty air captivated his nose. Pushing himself to a sitting position, his head swiveled to and fro, noting that he was once again on his parent's boat. His father was manning the net, and his mother was nowhere to be found. He stood finally, wandering towards the cabin. It appeared to be mid day, and for whatever reason, he couldn't remember a thing.

As he strode into the cabin, he heard a yell from behind. "Rekka! Come help me with this!" His father, apparently getting ready to pull the net back in. His head turned to face his father, yet he was greeted with something else. It had suddenly become pitch black. While the voice was definitely that of his father, and he had been there just a minute before, there was now definitely a different figure draped over the nets. A soft wailing reached his ears, and as he took a tentative step towards the figure, the door of the cabin slammed behind him with a shrill scream coming from inside. He quickly spun on his heel, tugging at the handle; yet it wouldn't budge. Horror began to overtake him, his focus rapidly changing between the figure and the damned door. And each time his eyes met the sea, the figure, and the corner of the boat that it stood at seemed almost closer.

The wailing became louder and louder, and finally Rekka realized that the approach was no trick of the mind. Something was making the boat smaller, something wa-

And then the figure stood from the net. It was most definitely female, and as her hair fell into view, he noted it's unnatural blonde coloration with green and red haphazardly added...

Dawne.

And that ominous wailing was replaced with a laughter. Dawne's shoulders began to rock heavily; and then she finally turned. There was a Skorpion in her hands, clenched around it like a schoolgirl would carry a book. She was laughing maniacally, and she raised the gun to his head. He could feel the cool steel of the barrel press against his temple, and before she could pull the trigger, she was cut off by the PA of the ship coming to life with a deafening screech.

"Do you kids know what ma-


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-kes Uncle Danya happy?"

Rekka awoke with a start to the announcement, a cold sweat having broken from his pores during the nightmare. It had been years since had a nightmare like that. As he solemnly listened to the announcement, he found himself panting in residual fear from the images that played for his mind while his subconscious tried to work out the events of the days prior. His attentions to his own body were cut short by the first name announced by the man that held their fates in his hands.

"...our announcement, in fact, was Dawne Jiang. Miss Jiang decided that she couldn't, wouldn't hold her darling boyfriend Rekka back, and opted instead to stick around in a dangerzone. They say love makes you crazy, I didn't realise that meant 'stupid' too. Next..."

"D-Dawne?"

Did Danya know something about her motivations that he didn't? She... decided to leave him so she wouldn't hold him back?

And that's why she shot him?

The rest of the announcement was lost on the boy, even the danger zones. He began to sob, the other resident of this particular square of beach being the last thing on his mind. And really, who could blame him?

"I... Don't beleive it... Dawne couldn't be that stupid... I would rather have died with her than lived without. She was all I had at that God Forsaken school, and... Now I have nothing." His hand slid to his head, gripping the fedora that had somehow miraculously stayed on his head through his unexpected nap. And as he slid it over his face, he let out a sob. "No... She must have gone insane!"

At least she died a quick death. He could take solace in that.
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He was completely in a stupor. So much so that when Courtney began to move and first attempted to garner his attention, he didn't register the sound as real. Just as a halucination of his mind, recovering slowly from such a graphic and demented nightmare. His head was down, and the fedora he still wore masked his facial features. Everything he had was gone. Just plain... gone. He had never managed to make very many friends at Bayview. These people were so unlike him. So few enjoyed the outdoors like he did, so few appreciated the types of media he did.

But something clicked with Dawne. He had so little left to live for now that she lay, probably with her head blown off back in those greens. The imagined image racked him with horror. "I need to go back, I need to see her. I need to pay my respects, and probably get that wea-"

"Hey? Hey, are you okay?"

He was in disbelief. If the owner of this voice had any idea who he was, she should know the answer to this immediately.

So, he did what made the most sense. He asked.

"Do you have any idea who I am? Rekka Saionji? Da- no, Loved Dawne?"

"I just lost the only thing on this island that was worth living for." In an instant, his calm, patient tone changed. Sheer rage boiled in his voice at the BITCH who thought it was a good idea to console the widdower sitting before her. "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I AM?!" He finally looked up, his eyes meeting hers, tears staining his cheeks. No new ones fell, but the old seemed in suspended motion. Light from the breaking dawn made his cheeks shimmer softly, his face contorted halfway between rage and despair. "Do you have any idea what it's like to lose someone like that? She turned on me, she- she lost her mind!"

The lie he was forcing himself to believe being spread about the island, soon to become common knowlege; or so his subconcious hoped.

"She's gone! Just a few hours ago, and now she's gone! I have nothing to fucking live for, there's no way you can know what that feels like! THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAN KNOW WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH!"

He quickly forced himself to his feet, trying to regain his composure. He was pissed at this chick; and while the face was familiar, he couldn't place a name. But how could he regain his composure?

His mind, not only in an effort to accomplish this immediate goal, but also in an effort to bury the pain he felt, wandered to his idolization of the old Gangster films to which he lended thanks for so much of his attire and understanding of life in the lower 48. "Real men don't cry." Everything he had wrapped around this perceived beacon of strength, at the very least for the moment. "Real... men... don't cry." His mouth rolled the words about his tongue as he absorbed them. The meaning, the connotations, what that meant for him. While he did so, his hand idly fingered one of the clips that went to the Skorpion that was surrendered to Dawne just a few short hours ago. His voice was obviously still choked up, but he spoke with a new authority that he hoped to hold on to for as long as he could.

"I've got things to do. People to see. And whether they're alive or dead doesn't matter. When I get back here, you'd better not be here. For your own sake."

He spun on his heel, that awkward, disgusting excuse for a pack following in his wake. The next sentence that came from his mouth was laughable as he attempted to replicate those old-timey gangsters as well as he could; his choked throat making his voice crack halfway through, the entire thing sounding forced as it were. "Hasta-La-Vista, bitch."

His face was red, but she would never see it. He had a goal, he had something to cling to; even if it were only a vague, misunderstood concept.

((Rekka Saionji continued in The Various Downsides of Becoming "Paranoid as Balls"))
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