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Fountain of Youth; Day 3 - 6am start (wait 'til Craig Hoyle enters to post)
Topic Started: Oct 10 2010, 05:45 PM (4,699 Views)
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((Fiona Sparki continued from They Fucking Work Because Unpaired Electrons...etc.))

((Also note: Feel free to skip me at all times. Fiona isn't very important to this scene, she's just in the vicinity because she followed Nik. So yea))

Fiona's legs were beginning to ache. She didn't think it would be possible after her years of cheerleading. She was used to standing up for hours, flailing around her arms, shouting ridiculous mantras, and holding up other cheerleaders for the various pyramids they would construct. She was used to having sore limbs... for the first year, at least. But she considered herself experienced now. Maybe even a little fit. Fiona didn't get sore and rarely out of breath.

But now? Achey, achey legs! The ground was calling to her. The ground was calling to her with an angel choir in the background. It was saying, "Come, sit on the grass!" And the angel choir was singing, "The graaaaass loooooks soooo lovely toodaaayy!" Fiona rubbed her forehead. She needed water.

She looked up and realized the familiar town center was ahead of him. She almost expected to see the previous congregation of students there (Jessica, Alex, Maria, some girl whose name began with a C), but they were replaced with a new gang of students. It appeared to be mostly males, but upon further examination, she realized there was also a girl. Fiona continued to strut forward, probably about to announce her presence with a loud, "Hulllooo there! What'chu guys up to?" But she didn't. Nik was motioning for her to stay back.

And she wasn't sure how she felt about that. Flattered that Nik was making sure that everything was safe before she could approach? Or disappointed that Nik thought she wouldn't be able to handle herself if trouble did strike. She had a fucking axe. She was like... Annie from Misery or that psycho guy from American Psycho. She could wield it! ...Probably.

But she didn't refuse or insist that she came along. She merely nodded and ran a hand across her blondeygreen dreads. "Okay," she said simply. Now she would get to sit upon the godly grass. She plunked down onto the grass, placed her axe in her lap, and opened her bag. She could eat a bite or two while she waited. She was sure that everything would be safe. Everyone would prove to be friendly, and Nik would wave her over in no time.

She took a bite out of her loaf of bread and choked on it. What the fuck. Why was Nik waving his gun at the larger dude? This was like watching a silent movie. She didn't hear much of what was going on (other than the occasional word or two), but this was not making much sense. Fiona was about to yell some encouraging words to Nik, but she kept her mouth shut. If that large boy (who was she to call someone large?) was being hostile, she could be next on the chopping block. ...And now her axe didn't seem so threatening.

Another guy, not the large one, threw himself at Nik. Oh shit! Fiona was about to hop up and maybe help out, but she just proceeded to take another bite of bread. She didn't want to defy Nik. He obviously wanted her to stay back. She hadn't a single damn clue as to why there was so much hostility that arose within five seconds, but... Her heart beat faster. The boy fell face-first into the ground after being smacked in the back of the head with Nik's gun. ..Damn!

She took another bite of bread and washed it down with water.

Be safe, Nik... He really was right. Those guys are hostile. I guess it was a good thing I didn't follow. She looked over at her axe and shook her head. Not so useful.
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Cringe. Stare. Jaw-drop.

Cringe was the main verb that was circulating through Fiona Sparki's mind. She imagined that this was much like a car crash. You couldn't stop staring, it was disgusting to look at, and there wasn't much you could do to help. Just watch with a certain degree of morbid curiosity. And morbid, indeed. Fiona had never seen so much blood! It killed her appetite pretty quickly.

She felt lost. Had she taken a wrong turn? Was this really the Nik that she knew just ten minutes prior? What was going on? She was just supposed to be here, resting. Not confronting anyone or anything. Besides, she had no idea what the conflict had even been about. At her distance, it had been hard to hear much. Was Nik in the wrong? Was that larger dude? No fucking idea. But... Fiona knew Nik. He wouldn't just randomly go up to a guy and start waving around a gun. He was provoked. That was it.

And bang, blood, dead. It happened quickly. The larger guy had become an island in a small sea of blood. Nik seemed upset. His words were lost to her, but he seemed legit upset. Not angry. Not the emotions that a killer feels after killing someone in cold blood. Just.. upset. Fiona was sick of 'hiding.' She wanted to see what the fuck was going on. It was horrible to think that she wanted 'in on the action,' but she wasn't some weak princess. She was Fiona Sparki. She could deal.

But she didn't have to waltz over unannounced. Nik yelled loudly for her to bring his bag. Fiona immediately shot up and looked around for his bag. Not seeing it anywhere (she supposed he had it), she threw her own bag over her shoulder and took off in an almost comical-looking sprint. Heavy-set Fiona running to the fountain with two large duffel bags and an axe. Half-way through her run to Nik, she realized that she'd left behind her food, but.. It didn't matter. Nik was obviously in trouble. She'd get it back later if the ants hadn't completely enjoyed the Buffet De Bread.

Once reaching the fountain, Fiona slowed her running and strutted over to Nik, pushing past any of the others. She let her bag slump onto the ground as she examined the body of Craig. He was clearly dead. She looked over at Nik, down at Craig, and back up at Nik again. "You should put away the first-aid kit. I don't think Craig will be needing it," she said, sounding a bit colder than initially intended. That scared her a bit. She should be shaking or crying or anything.

There were thousands of things that should be making a huge impact on Fiona right now. For example, Craig's dead body. Craig's dead body, made dead by Nik. Nik was her traveling companion. Was Nik someone to watch out for? She glanced over at the guy from the corner of her eye. He didn't seem dangerous. She'd ask him to explain his case later. Now wasn't the time to start being paranoid.

..Oh, right. The body. Fiona let out her breath in a loud sigh and rubbed her forehead gingerly. She felt incapable of producing any words that could potentially help this situation. Nik just killed someone, and by the looks of it, it may have been an accident. Fiona wasn't totally sure of the details. Nik was obviously distraught, just as he was when Steffan killed. "Nik..." Fiona began but stopped herself. Nothing. Nothing came to mind.

Blinking, she looked over at the others. Strangers. Potentially hostile. Who wouldn't after witnessing a friend get killed? Another fight could break out right now and more people could end up dead. Fiona didn't want that. Dead people weren't exactly high on her list of favorite things. Mustering up enough courage as she could and using her loud, projective voice, Fiona stood in front of Nik, brandished her axe, and said, "He's armed, and I'm not half-bad with this thing," she fibbed, flipping the axe over in her hand for emphasis. She looked over at Nik, unsure if she should say anything more, but the words were just begging to come out. Sure, she didn't have half the story, and sure, she could make things potentially worse, but...

"We just wanted to rest. We've had a long day, alright? Everyone has. We were just gunna pass through this damn area, and.. this happened. We don't want anymore trouble, 'kay? We're going to head out, and if any of you try anything funny as we leave, you'll be joining him in the afterlife for doomed teenagers. And it won't be pretty." She held her axe a little higher and looked up at Nik.

What the fuck. Why had she sounded so cruel? Oh, who cares. She had to make a point. She didn't want anyone to try and start anything with her or Nik. No more fighting, no more deaths. She and Nik could live to see another day. Craig couldn't, but that was the name of the game. Fiona didn't want to waste time mourning over some dude that she didn't know. There was still an optimist inside of her that urged her not to think of death and corpses and slaughter. No mourning. She'd mourn later when she ran out of food rations.

Her steely gaze hadn't faltered from the strangers around her.

((Wheeler has been given permission to GM Fiona if need be in his next post.))
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Fiona didn't dare resist Nik's order of getting behind him. She stared at Owen for a moment like a deer in the headlights and then quickly darted behind Nik, her axe held tightly against her body. Did that little twit seriously believe he could take on the two of them with a wooden sword? Ha! That was just plain dumb. He was clearly asking for it, and Fiona wouldn't have been too surprised if Nik gladly gave Owen what he deserved.

Her face fell slightly. That wasn't fair at all. Owen was just very upset. Fer Christ's sake, his best friend had just been shot and killed right in front of him. That had to hurt.. So Fiona did feel sorry for the boy, but it didn't change a hell of a whole lot. This boy, Owen, was clearly in attack mode. He wasn't pitiful, sobbing Owen. He wasn't mournful and depressed Owen. He was let's-attack-two-armed-people-with-a-piece-of-wood-shaped-like-a-sword Owen. And that just wasn't groovy.

Yet, she didn't want to interfere. She'd already interfered enough with her little death threat. She was supposed to be in hiding, and yet, here she was. She didn't want to mess anything else up. Nik had told her to stay behind him. She would stay back. It was only a matter until Nik was able to wrestle Owen away from him. All would be well. Owen clearly couldn't counter Nik's obvious strength.

Toss. Fiona saw something soaring in her direction and held out her hands to catch it. It was fairly heavy and metallic, and upon closer examination, she realized it was Nik's gun. She looked around in confusion and decided to tuck it into her belt for safe keeping. She'd give it to him later. Having Nik's gun gave her a slightly warm feeling. Not because she could defend herself, but because Nik was surrendering any means of attack that he previously possessed. In other words, there would be no more killing. No more shooting. It was like Nik was taking a silent oath to not kill Owen -- just get the boy off and run away, no blood spilled.

That wooden sword hit Nik in the shoulder. The two struggled over the weapon with a great degree of ferocity. "Please stop!" Fiona shouted, wondering when the brawl would come to an end. "C'mon, knock it out already.." she said, but her words were lost in the ongoing fight between the Killer and the Defender. It sounded horrible to Fiona, but she realized it was true. Owen was only acting out in retaliation over the death of his best friend. Nik had killed him. Fiona didn't know what had happened, to be honest. Who was really at fault? Had Owen played any part in the death of Craig? She had no idea. Should she just run away now and steer clear from Nik? She was seriously considering it. Maybe Nik would shoot her next.

But, then again, he gave her his gun. If someone gave you their gun, then it obviously meant they had a good deal of trust in you. That strengthened Fiona's resolve: Nik trusted her. She would trust him and stay by his side.

Oh, Christ. It wasn't looking good. Nik was on the ground with Owen on top of him, his wooden sword mere inches from his neck. Fiona was quite sure that a wooden sword wouldn't quite cut a head off or anything, but it could surely crush wind-pipes or fatally damage in other ways. Fiona waited a few seconds, thinking that Nik would just effortlessly push Owen off and the fighting would continue. She didn't think this fight would come to a point that seemed so dire on Nik's end. "Please stop!" Fiona screamed a third and final time, but Owen didn't hear it -- maybe he wasn't listening.

She hated this. She hated that Nik's life may very well lie in Fiona's hands. And, as it presently stood, maybe Owen's as well. She didn't want this. She wanted to be the hero, of course (as anyone did), but.. Would she have to be the villain as well? Could you even be both? She groaned quietly to herself and slowly slid Nik's gun from her pants. She couldn't use this. She just couldn't, but.. Nik didn't have much time left. She could feel the small grains of sand drain slowly out of the giant hour glass that filled her mind. Either use the gun or don't, but I have to act fucking fast. Nik doesn't have long. And if Owen manages to kill Nik, he'll go for me next. And then I'll STILL have to kill Owen, and Nik will be dead. Because of me. So either save Nik and kill Owen, or let Nik die and kill Owen later. One death or two. Choose.

Fiona took a deep breath and aimed the gun at Owen. There were tears appearing in her eyes as she did so, her heart hammering wildly at her chest. One.. Two.. Three..

Can't do it. Can't fucking do it.

A shot to the head is so final. So fucking fatal. She could always shoot him in the leg or something, but that might not deter him. He might still have enough fight left in him to kill. But with a bullet-ridden leg? Maybe not. Shut up, Fiona! You have to work fast!

She let the gun fall to the ground and picked up the axe she had laid aside just moments prior. She didn't want to shoot someone. Did that mean she wanted to axe someone? Well, Heaven's no! But maybe.. maybe.. God damn it. Axing someone and shooting someone were equally as bad.

Fuck.. Cheerleaders should not have to deal with this.

Cartwheels or somersaults? Flips or splits? Ra Ra Go Team or D-E-F-E-N-S-E? Fucking gun or fucking axe?

Fiona walked up behind Owen and managed a really small smile. "I'm sorry, Owen, but.. this isn't going to be very cheerleader-like." She raised the axe up high and slam.

Swung it towards his head with as much strength as she possessed.



Fiona just wanted to save Nik. She didn't want to hurt anyone. She didn't want to kill Owen.

But.. it was admittedly exhilarating.
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SLICE! There was a sickening crunch and a watery red substance leaked from the offending object. The blade that had been forced into the object was stuck there, unmoving and obvious, embedded in the flesh. The red substance pooled and dripped down.. down.. down.. into the grass.

SLICE!

There was another disgusting sound. The blade kept coming down, slicing again and again. There was a strong smell filling the warm summer air, and with a final SLICE, there was-

"I've finished slicing the watermelon!" Fiona's father called, looking back at his family as if he'd just crafted the fine watermelon himself. He seemed almost proud of his workmanship of slicing a mere watermelon, and he gladly handed each of his children a slice. Fiona always looked forward to this day, the first day of summer. Her father always celebrated by slicing open a wonderfully juicy watermelon. It was her favorite fruit. She loved the smell, the taste, those disgusting seeds that she usually tried to spit in the general direction of her brothers... And at the end of the day, she'd play a game of flag football with her bros.

Life was perfect. Sitting here in the warm June with a watermelon, Fiona remembered looking back at the remainder of the fruit. That knife was still stuck in the melon, embedded and hanging there. It wasn't anything note-worthy at the time, but it was something that stuck in her memories.


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And that's what Fiona was reminded of now. As soon as her axe met its target -- Owen's head -- a sickening crunch filled her ears. Her lips twitched and she released the hold that she had on the axe. Owen's body went limp on top of Nik, blood pouring from that horrible slice in his head. Fiona couldn't stop staring, but she also couldn't stop obsessing over what emotion she was supposed to feel. Panicked, worried, scared, guilty?

She supposed she shouldn't obsess over something as silly as emotions when there was a dead boy in front of her, and it was, supposedly, all her fault. Okay, not really. Fiona would never admit as much. It wasn't her fault. Owen had been asking for it. Hell, he was trying to kill her only ally! The only human being that she felt safe enough with, the only human being that she trusted her life with.. on this island at least. So guilt? She pushed those emotions aside. Guilt would take no part in this.

Yet, Fiona still couldn't tear her eyes from that image. That image of the watermelon, no! Not watermelon -- Owen's head. Yes, that image of Owen's head with her axe stuck in it. It was revolting, it was.. it was.. She felt like a normal person would puke or cry right now, but Fiona had long-since discovered that she wasn't normal. There were no tears to be cried or vomit to be up-chucked. So, she managed an extremely shuddering breath and looked over at the very blood-stained Nik.

She gave him a sloppy smile and said, "Sorry. About all that." She motioned at his bloody shirt. Fiona hadn't even realized that she had gotten a bit bloody in the act of axing a guy in the head, but it was nowhere near to the extent of Nik.

Nik proceeded to thank Fiona, but she merely ignored him, turning away as if examining the landscape. She saved Nik's life and took away another. It was strange, something she didn't really want to reflect on. Because if she started reflecting on her new life as a murderer, she'd start thinking about other things. Philosophical crap, like 'who am I?' or 'why am I here? Would I kill if I wasn't on this island?' All stupid questions that Fiona would regret pondering, so she pushed it from her already-quite simple mind.

Fiona took another shuddering breath as Nik mentioned Danya's announcement. She had completely forgotten about that. By the next morning, everyone would know of her kill, but no one would know the whole truth. They would either think she'd gone crazy or axe-happy. Maybe they'd consider the fact that she was reacting in self-defense (even if she wasn't, not really), but that didn't change much. Everyone would still be weary.

Her image of being a plump brain-dead cheerleader was over. And, needless to say, she really loved that image.

"True," Fiona finally managed. "But we know the truth, and hell if I'm going to put too much effort into getting people to believe us. And.. Sorry if I'm speaking too soon, but.." She glanced over at the corpse of Craig as if she were casually looking at a very interesting painting. "What happened with.. him? I mean, I saw what was happening, kind of, but I didn't hear a thing.. Was it just self-defense.. or?" Fiona shook her head before she said anything else. "Never mind. Tell me later. We should probably bail before anyone else shows up."

Gathering her things, she watched as Nik closed Craig's eyes and muttered an apology. Fiona audibly sighed and waited. Nik uprooted Fiona's axe, which definitely ignited some happy feelings inside her. Well, she wasn't exactly happy that Owen now had a caved-in skull, as it smelled quite terribly!, but at least she had her axe back. It was almost scary how fond she was of the thing, but she liked it, covered in Owen's gore and all. She was almost tempted to wipe the blade in the grass, but she resisted. Owen's blood just made it look all the more badass.

Then again, that was suspicious, traipsing around with a very-bloody axe. She'd wipe it off later when the pair came upon a creek or something.

Fiona looked back at Owen's caved-in watermelon head and turned away, completely ready to blow this area. "Nik, if you're done talking to dead people, then let's go. You want to bury them too? No? Alright, then I'm ready."

She was ready to get the hell out. As the pair walked off into the distance, Fiona slung her bloody axe over her shoulder and tossed Nik his gun.

((Fiona Sparki and Nik Kronwall continued in Take Back The Fear))

(And, if I'm not mistaken, THREAD CONCLUDED)
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