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Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.; Day 2 (Night) - THREAD CLOSED
Topic Started: Oct 8 2010, 11:49 PM (4,811 Views)
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(James Mulzet continued from Accidental Acrophobia)

James was left alone. He wasn't happy. Other people allowed him the chance to procrastinate. He didn't have to deal with the swirling thoughts in his mind if he was worrying about other people.Now he wasn't given such a gift. Now he was shaken.


James knew it was pathetic to keep calling to Thea. She was gone. He would be lucky to stumble across her own rotting corpse. Yet he still clung on, hoping, dreaming. It was the only light he had to guide him. Every coat of darkness felt suspicious in the vast forest, dense leaves from above. Here morning and night, the dark and the light were all in the same, all scary. Every little sound made him quiver as though the darkness looming behind him wasn't just in his head. Tear him apart. Piece by piece.


Fuck, he didn't care who it was. He wanted to see anyone. Anything! The blinding loneliness that surrounded him was suffocating and there was no air in sight. James could only keep walking, hoping he would find something.

That's when it happened.

He spoke in the tiniest of voices. Afraid. He let out a tiny little hello that was sure to be missed. The boy shook, his messy brown hair lapping over his eyes. Aware of his status of a lanky kid, James pulled out his pistol. He gulped. The bushes shook. There had to be someone there, hiding in that bush, waiting for him to turn his back. Had to be, there was no other explanation! James held his gun in one hand and flicked the safety off as he grew closer to the bush. Closer. Closer. Step. By step. And then...

Something jumped out at him and clawed onto his face.

James screamed. He jumped back. He couldn't see! Oh god everything was dark! Get it off! He swayed back and forth frantically, his hands pawing at the thing that had latched onto his face. He screamed. Oh how he screamed.


The furry thing went flying to the ground and James, his eyes closed and his heart rapping, took his gun and fired.

Is it dead is it dead is it dead?

It took James a moment to gather his courage. It was oddly quiet. Whatever had attacked him must have been... James opened his eyes.

It was a... raccoon?

"What the..."

James knew that his cheeks were as red as cherries now. His eyes were wide, his whole body shaking. A raccoon? That was all? He thought it was some man-eating terror fuzzy, coming to rip his face off and make it a balance dinner. The sight of blood made him squeamish. Winnie entered his mind. She was bleeding too. Red, wine, red, rum. He was panting. Okay James, deep breaths, just like dad taught you. In. Out. In. Out. In. Fuck. It wasn't working. The sin couldn't be erased, it was written in with a damn sharpie. He had just killed something. It was only a raccoon, stupid thing. Why the hell did it attack James anyway? It was biting at his head like he was some piece of fruit. Was this whole island filled with hungry rabid animals that att-

Oh god. There was blood on his shirt. Not just speckle, whole globs that were bound to discolor his bright green polo. James was a good boy though! A little blood wouldn't hurt anyone right?

... Right?

They weren't going to think he killed...

Well, he wasn't going to use that gun all the time. Even though it had been so easy to... wait...

James held his head. "Oh jesus. No no no no..."

Suddenly that little raccoon became a real life person and James felt his eyes tear up. What at first appeared to be self-defense became a terrible act of homicide. Small became big. Surprise turned to pain turned to everlasting guilt and James was wracked. He stepped back. The blood was pooling around the dead raccoon, making a complete circle. Like a target, with the raccoon acting as some makeshift bullseye. You hit right here James. You've won. Yet James gained nothing other than the knowledge that he had become something that he was not.

James kept walking back. He fell back. He landed with a light thump, the leaves softening the fall. The sound of his collision rang through his head and made him woozy. His face was wet, fountains filled with regret. He tried to get up. It was like trying to lift two cinderblocks, while having his feet stuck in concrete but he managed. He sobbed. He wished there was a way out of this.

James turned his head.

There was light protruding the thick field of trees. It wasn't strong, just enough to light the way. James prayed and he got his answer. He was out of the woods. James made his way to the light.
Edited by Ciel, Oct 19 2010, 01:21 PM.

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At first there was silence. Dead silence.

Then there were steps.

Shattered steps. A few would come in rapid succession and then the steps would stop altogether. They were faint. They could have been coming from any direction. A killer could be anywhere in this dense forest. The darkness liked to shelter those of similar dark intentions.

Step. Step. Step. ... Step. Step. Crunch.

A boy appeared to the right of Kyle, stumbling out into the dim light and near the tree line. It looked like he was zigzagging back and forth, from how he was trying his best to keep his balance. The figure found his balance. The figure slumped. He gasped for air. Let out a laugh. A hearty laugh.

He looked liked he had seen a ghost. No, those weren't the right words. He looked more like a ghost than any human being. Deathly pale, hair a tangled mess, his face unshaven and his eyes bulging. The boy looked like he had been through hell. The blood stains on his shirt and running down his head only served to make him look worse. That was when he lifted his arm. The gun, a 9mm Taurus, looked like it could blow a hole in a tree the size of a coconut. It looked comically large in his small hands. How the hell could the boy even lift that damn thing? The weapon was still smoking. He scratched the side of his head, laughing some more. He looked extremely happy for someone who looked so terrible.

He looked out at the ocean. Stared at it like there was a boat in the distance.

Then he turned his head. Towards the two kids, the ones he had not seen, the ones he skirted around. The ones who most likely had seen him, had not skirted around him. The happy look turned into one of confusion. Then fear.

That was when he turned the gun on ginger-haired Ema Ryan. The one without a weapon.

"Stay back!" He concussed in the highest pitch he could hit. "I-I-I-I'll shoot! I-"

The boy looked down at his shirt suddenly. Perhaps he had realized that he wasn't looking his best for this sudden Mexican standoff. The fear in his face grew.

"T-This isn't what it looks like..." he muttered. "I swear, I swear..."

The boy tried to stammer something else out but it was so disconnected that it appeared even he didn't know what he was saying. The hand with the gun shook violently but he kept it pointed at Ema. The boy turned his head. His hair nearly covered one side of his face but he saw Kyle. Or at least the weapon in his hand. He shuddered. The hand holding the gun moved to Kyle and the boy started screaming again.

"Hey! Drop it! Drop the knife!" The boy shook, his face turning angry. "I-I'm not joking! Don't just stand there! Drop the knife!" His voice had an edge to it, one mixed with anger and excitement. "Your whore girlfriend's gone and cut someone's head off! That bitch, s-she - You're - NO ONE'S not going to get me so easily! J-Just-"

He was rambling. Sputtering, sobbing. Clearly he wasn't in the right state of mind. To any rational person, James Mulzet looked like he had gone completely insane. A crying, snarling loon with a gun,

James Mulzet saw it differently. He thought he was handling the situation pretty well, all things considered.
Edited by Ciel, Oct 18 2010, 11:01 AM.

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This wasn't possible. No, couldn't be. James couldn't be... No. Impossible.

James didn't know what hit him.

The pain, both physical and mental, surged through him. All of the pressures being exerted against him made it impossible which ones were real. Which ones were killing him from the inside and which ones were fake.

James wondered briefly just how he got himself into this mess. He thought. Think. Think. Think.

It all happened so fast.


it had been his choice of words.

James always had a problem with speaking with people. Whenever he spoke in front of the class, the words ran out of his mouth before he had a chance to think.

Was it "whore" that set this whole situation in flames? Yes, yes it was. James should have used a different word, something less demeaning. That had been his bad. James felt guilty. He never cursed. Never called someone a whore in his entire life until now. It was unlike him. At that very moment, the James Mulzet he knew had become someone else entirely.

Hayley and James never got on though. They were both intelligent people but Hayley was... well, nothing like James. She was lazy, she wanted things done her way. James learned all about this when they had to do a project together in ninth grade. Hayley was no control freak but it had been that stubborn, "my idea is perfect" attitude that got them a C. A C. James hated C's. It was a blemish on his grades. A big pimple. And it had all been her fault. IT was her fault he got so angry. Fuck Hayley. Fuck everyone. This was bullshit. Why did he have to get punished? Shouldn't she be with him too?!

And yet

When he thought about it

He figured that the only one to blame for his actions

Was himself.

He wished he could have someone to reassure him. To tell him that he made all the right choices instead of people expecting him to figure that out on his own. James was always expected to come up with his own answers. He loved his parents but they never sat down at the dinner table to help him with his homework. Every accomplishment James Mulzet achieved was done so by his own two hands. He couldn't for the life of him come up with an answer to such a riddle. Pointing a gun at a knife-wielding kid, getting flustered and spouting out nonsense... was that a good choice? Please, someone from the audience. Does anyone know the answer to this? If you do, come and help James. He needs an answer.

And James waited for the reply that he knew would not arrive.

James let out a blood-splattered groaned.

Alas, James had only his mind to keep him company. Alone in his own tortured brain. Everything was so desperately cold in there.. James thought his skin would turn blue from the sheer freeze. No one was around, and he mentally slumped. James was alone with his thoughts. Ironic, wasn't it? The one thing he desperately wanted to be separated from became his only companion.

James was supposed to go to Princeton you know?. It wasn't like his parents picked a college at random - James desperately wanted to be in Princeton. They had an amazing Physics Department. One of the best in the country. James Mulzet loved math, and he adored physics. It was his best subject. He knew the answer to x^2 + 1 = 0 like the back of his hand. He could do it in his head if he wanted. Subtract 1 from each side. x^2 = -1 Take the square root. i = SQRT(-1). x = i, -i Easy stuff. He wouldn't have made it in Princeton though. Not when he made stupid decisions like calling someone's girlfriend a whore right in front of them. James was an idiot. They would have kicked him out on the grounds of a waste of space.

Yes, James was just one big gelatinous ball of useless and it took him this long to realize it.

Blood flew everywhere from the gaping hole in his neck. Like someone plunging a hammer to a watermelon. Hayley was splattered with the debris.

His mind plunged into dark, negative thoughts. Mother Mulzet, age 6, sending her boy to school, glad to see him going. Winnie, sobbing, stuck up above, helplessly scared and refusing any help. Kyle, face encased in rage, lunging towards him, hate in his eyes. James, looking in the mirror, about to head on his one last trip with Thea.

Thea. Thea Thea Thea. His whole body fought on the subject Thea Kairos. Thea hand lightly brushing against Ricky, smiling to herself. The tennis ball was thrown up into the air. The server started. Isn't that just great? James was an idiot. James used to identify with Thea so much. He fooled himself into believing in her. So guess what? She's probably fucking Ricky now. She's probably forgotten all about James. That's what he got for caring. The ball hit the other court. The receiver retaliated. No. Thea was genuine. She never lied. When she said those three oh-so-overused words she meant every syllable. He could remember how the rest of the cheerleaders picked on the other kids, the ones who were more normal than James. James never went home in tears. Was that Thea's doing? Maybe she loved him longer than he ever did for her, and for that he should be thankful. If Thea really did keep James safe then that was the ultimate proof of her feelings. James would be smiling like a madman if he weren't... yeah...

His neck surged forward.

He didn't stop there. He had little time, and there were so many people that James found himself worrying about.

He let go of the gun,

Jason Clarke. James never liked Jason but... Jason wasn't a bad guy. James hoped he'd be alright despite his own personal feelings.

Hayley Kelly. James hated her ever since ninth grade. He had crossed a line though. He wished he could apologize to Hayley. James wished she had been with Kyle so he could have apologized when the word "whore" left his lips. Perhaps he'd still have a chance.

Ema Ryan. James felt regretful for pointing the gun at her first. She looked absolutely terrified. Was James being a loon or something?

Kyle... James didn't know his last name. He doubted Kyle would accept any apology James could offer. So he left it at that.

Raine Schwarz. Poor girl. James didn't think she would survive. It was heartbreaking, even more so when he remembered that the last time she had seen her she had been bawling. And James had just pushed her away. James felt like a monster.

Ricky Fortino. James felt bad for thinking the guy was trying to steal his girlfriend away. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

Winnie Clark. James hesitated. Now was the time to be open. There would be no other time for him to be honest. James didn't hold back. He felt something for Winnie. Not with the passion of a thousand suns and most definitely not in the way he felt for Thea. It was a feeling all the same, one that he couldn't come up with a rational explanation for. James was a boy, he liked girls. Winnie was cute, quiet, stubborn. Was it wrong to feel something for another girl and yet never act on it? He couldn't be committing any form of adultery if you simply felt sorry for a girl. Pity love? Was that the term? James pity loved Winnie. He wished he could have spent more time with her so he'd know for sure.

and then,

And James felt his mind slowly move to the rest of the kids on this trip, both alive and dead. The fates of all the kids, the ones he didn't know, the ones he did not like, made him want to cringe. What would happen? His mind spun. He felt ready to vomit. Fuck. Had he vomited already? It was hard to tell. Now he was lost, unsure of what had actually happened and what was just a figment of his imagination. What had happened to him? Could someone please tell James what just happened?

James didn't wait for a response. He didn't need to. He already knew.

his eyes rolled up.

In the end James Mulzet stopped worrying about his situation. It was all over. Just take a deep breath and let the numb take over you James.

Yet there was so much James wanted to worry about and that there was still work to be done. He had to be the hero.

And then it hit James like a brick to the face that now,

in the blinding darkness of his soul,

his cocoon of lost potential,

nothing really mattered.

Not a damn thing.


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And James Mulzet hoped that the others would be able to find solace in their own mental prisons. Just as he did in his final hour.

He joined the 51 other guests by the warm fire in the manor

And 224 lost souls were left to freeze to death outside.
Edited by Ciel, Oct 19 2010, 12:49 PM.

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