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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 (4,707 Views)
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((Haruka Watanabe continued from The Man-slut, the Cocktease and the Lover))

Dreams of darkness, stale air and dust. Damp, jagged edges and the distant echoes, growing louder and closer. Sharp points rising out the ground or hanging from the ceiling, as if to impale clumsy tresspassers. The blinding darkness, an infection, consuming everything. Things scuttling about in the dark, monsters, predators, people...Forever lost in the bowels of some mountain demon, never to escape.

Haruka had finally found her way out, away from the dark, the bad air and the unknown. Away from the strange group of people she had encountered, bloodied bandages, uncontrollable tempers, blistered palms, stumps for fingers, open wounds and the mask and aroma of death. It was like a grim, dark portrait of what hospitals were like before Florence Nightingale upped the standards.

The fresh air had gradually seeped into her lungs as she drew closer and closer towards the exit, an addictive drug, causing her tired legs to walk faster and faster to the source. She had ran through the dim caves and slipped, threw her hands out to protect her face and cut them against the rough floor. She feared an infection but eventually, she stumbled out into the light.

It had hit her eyes like a raging solar flare, the darkness had taken its toll and she was sure that her vision was fading as she drew closer and closer towards the sun. Fresh air, sunlight, grass and the promise of life once more. She ran to the river, dropping her back and kicking off her mary janes. Wading into the water, her troubles seemed to fade away, if not for a little while.

Away with the dust and grime, Haruka had hoped she had washed away her anxiety. There was that nagging feeling that she should have stayed in the tunnels and trusted Duncan, but with company like Ethan, Feo and Frankie Fiametta, she told herself she was better outside. Better in the open.

The open... A sitting duck, an easy target, Haruka's curiosity of the mysterious message on the wall and what could have been withered away like a shrinking flower. She dashed to the bank, pulling her bag over her shoulders and putting her shoes and socks back on. Perhaps if she hadn't had that rash idea to relocate to the secluded south eastern woods, maybe somebody could have found her. Maybe she could have been added to Danya's list?

Hours spent wandering through the woods had taken its toll. Fresh cuts and patches of irritation were etched into her shins and calves as she staggered through bambles and the occasional cluster of stinging nettles as daylight faded out overhead. At first the idea of seclusion in the woods appealed to her, hiding out like some furry forest rodent but as night approached, her opinions changed.

The strange and somewhat attractive beauty of willowy trees bending and bowing and the leaves forming an arboreal canopy made the location seem less threatening. The fantasy and intrigue, the ideas of woodland creatures puttering about whilst sylph like dryads floated between trees captured her. A storybook setting, refuge from the dangers and destruction happening around her. A storm of blood, fear and hatred.

But then she thought of the caves again, becoming lost in the darkness and forever stumbling about, hoping for freedom until she collapsed, dehydrated and worn out, food for the critters. She'd never find her way out of the woods come nightfall, and the idea of camping there in the forest sent chills down her spine.

Serial killers in the woods, grizzly bears, the fog rolling across the floor as zombies reached through the ground, climbing from their graves. The slithering and scuttling of macabre insects and bugs. Haruka had driven herself into a state of paranoia. The search for where the trees stopped became desperate until she finally found her way out as the sun began to set, she could have sworn she'd hug the first person she saw out of relief, regardless of whether or not they held a bloody dagger in their hands.

Nightfall, each relief had been shortlived, turning into another paranoid struggle to find somewhere even safer.

The mines had promised an intricate hiding place, but turned into a catacomb, waiting to become Haruka's tomb.

Fresh air and sunlight at the river brought comfort and reassurance, until she saw herself as a target on the range.

The trees promised seclusion and safety, but soon turned into a maze hiding numerous nightmarish foes.

She had finally made it into the clear again, her energy drained and fatique pulling her down. Eventually, after passing the detailed outline of the residential area, she sank down into a soft bed of flowers. She had scared herself to the brink of exhaustion. She curled up into a ball, too drained and tired to care if anybody was to stumble upon her and take her life in the night.

The dreams had visited her again her sleep, what she had hoped would be the one break from the relentless terror that hounded her mind, making her constantly watch over her shoulder or seek a place to hide. And then the wakeup call, Danya. She hadn't quiet caught the entire list of those who had died, being halfasleep when they were broadcasted, but she caught the dangerzones, counting them on her fingers and feeling relieved that she had headed north, rather than south.

Finally, she felt at peace. Her luck seemed to be returning (she hadn't been physically attacked, but was one act of violence worse than perpetual paranoia and fear?) she bowed her head, staring into her lap. Her fringe hung over her eyes, a veil, and her fingers dug into the soil of the flowerbed she had slept on.

Her white socks had grass stains and brown smears, and her mary janes had been scuffed beyond repair. Her palms were cut and her legs not much better, but at least she was alive and not in any serious danger. She had no weapon to defend herself with, and her flashlight had ran out of power. She felt a constant pang of thirst as she rationed her water, but she felt good. Lucky, blessed, safe, alive.

She sat up and rubbed her dirty hands down the front of her pink argyle sweater, the soft morning breeze met her face, welcomed and appreciated. A thin smile formed on her face and she looked up to the sky, gazing at the fluffy cottonwool clouds floating high above. And then she turned her head out of curiosity, and she wished she hadn't.

Her eyes were frozen like fixed bearings, her jaw dropped and that familiar uncomfortable feeling rumbled in her belly. Her wrists started to shake and tremble, and she thought her arms would turn to jelly and she'd fall to the ground. Haruka Watanabe had company, two boys, one big, one small and she could do nothing but assume the worst about them.

Did they see me?
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(Sorry Stef, but I'm skipping too)

Once again, the age old defence mechanism clicked itself into place. That confusing stiff feeling that was somehow mixed with trembles and shivers. Her fingers curling inwards as if affected by rigor mortis, digging themselves deep into the soil of the flower bed. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she simply wanted to shut her eyes and sit there for a while until the butterflies stopped. Only everything wouldn’t be better as she would so foolishly hope, she’d just be sitting there using her own ineffective coping method to blot out the potential threat of Lenny and George at the fountain.

Even her breathing had a nervous stutter to it, every breath of air that came back up her throat tickled and wavered. She slowly nestled her chin into her sweater and shuddered slightly as the cold sweat from her palms made the soil she had dug her hands into had started to turn into a semisolid sludge. Her stomach started to tie itself into a knot and sink deeper into her body, much like she had done at the tunnels. A nervous mouse that just burrows deeper and deeper into the darkness, praying for safety and seclusion. And then she began praying in her mind, the same old repetitive ‘Oh please don’t let them see me! Please don’t let them see me!’ until it was replaced with something strange and new.

‘You’re doing it again Haruka, just being the plain old you, you know. You never were Miss Popularity, you were never the vamp, never in the cool crowd and you most certainly wasn’t the Prom Queen. You were simply that nervous girl who hung about trying to avoid others, afraid that any collision would result in pain and misery. I know you Haruka, because I am you. Just get over it for once! Those people in the tunnels, yeah they seemed a bit rough around the edges but maybe they could have helped you out in the end! You’re so scared that you won’t chance anything, you won’t take a risk.’

‘Look up at those boys, Craig Hoyle, yes Craig Hoyle, he couldn’t hurt a fly despite being that heavy set and, the other one, Trent Savage, does he really look like a killer? Just get over yourself! Either talk to them or run away, just stop trying to be invisible because it really isn’t working! In a matter of minutes they’ll spot you and come over anyway, and if you still are too scared, it’ll be a lot harder to outrun them. So just make up your mind! Remember those slaps from mom and dad? Because you never achieve anything, they don’t make ribbons for quitters and scaredy-cats, do they? Now just do SOMETHING!’

She looked down at the ground, a crease formed on her brows. She had just received a mental tongue-lashing from her brain. She didn’t know whether or not it was the superego or the id, but her mind was ready and waiting for a change of action. She knew she was never going to be a top player, a threat or an antagonist. She knew she probably wouldn’t even make it another day or two, her time was running out and she was nothing more than a disappointment to her parents, and she would probably remain so until her death.

She was always the quiet one, drawing pictures in the margins or being sucked into soap operas. Being the one who appreciated the scenery and natural beauty of things, the one who was at one with the animals and wanted to help them. And yet she was afraid of everything. Her parents had did what they thought would be the best for the family, they moved to America and they even home schooled her until she was ready for school with other kids. She thought about that all the time, their great sacrifices for her, and she never really made much of an attempt to pay them back.

Sure she pushed herself in school when scolded, but apart from that, what else did she do? She wasn’t going to be much of a success in the future, as her adolescent years were spent lingering in the background. And still her parents hadn’t given up on her, they were always pushing and encouraging her to do something. Even if she wasn’t going to be the next winner of Survival of the Fittest or be that much of a memorable contestant, she could at least make a change, here and now. Instead of running and hiding away at every sign of danger, she could just do something, anything that didn’t end up with her frozen stiff and silently begging for her fate to not be so bloody.

And right there and then, Haruka Watanabe became aware of the cocoon she had withdrawn herself into when she descended into the tunnels.

She slowly raised her head, and saw that a third boy was approaching the scene. Owen…Owen something. Owen something, Trent Savage and Craig O’Hoyle the gentle giant. I…I guess I’m lucky, this is a lot better than the last group I ran into, with that…that girl! Haruka slowly crawled backwards, flattening herself against the soil. She folded her arms under her chin, using them as a headrest of sorts whilst she lay flat on the ground. She was scared, terrified in fact but she refused to succumb to it. She’d at least watch them for a while and hope that her position was enough to keep her hidden in plain sight for the time being.

Whether or not she’d join up with them or leave them was her own choice now, not something to be foolishly decided upon impulse. She’d lay there and listen to their words, if she deemed them trustworthy enough she’d reveal herself and pray they didn’t kill her. If she didn’t, she’d pray they won’t notice her whilst she waited for them to leave. It perhaps wasn’t the best of plans, but it was a plan at the very least. Something for her to be proud of, at least for now whilst she began her transformation, tapping away at the walls of her cocoon.

The Owen boy soon dissappeared, leaving Craig and Trent alone. Haruka had seen how Trent had raised his weapon and decided there and then, despite it being a gesture so small and insignificant, that she would wait for her next encounter with others. This was the second group she had bumped into, and she kept thinking that the third one would be the charm.
Edited by Shake&Bake, Oct 26 2010, 03:19 PM.
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"Hey, ease up! It's me, Craig! You know, went to school together? We were jus' sitting here, Haruka, so you're alright! S-Scared us a bit, though!"

It was hard to feel scared. Of course she was still terrified but the fear seemed to be evaporating in small invisible clouds. There was just something about Craig, ignoring the fact that he could pick her up with one hand and snap her spine like a twig, he just had one of those friendly faces. The kind of faces that made you feel warm and at home, the one that made you feel like everything was going to be okay. The way he talk sounded both simple and friendly, not childish by any means, but the sort of voice you'd expect from a friendly neighbour who invited you around for barbeques.

Haruka bowed her head, and wiped her hands down the sides of her sweater. She looked back up, staring at Craig, then at Trent. There was still something a little off about the other boy, but she kept reassuring herself that she was making it up. Craig even knew her name. She was the girl that seeped into the background and tried not to be noticed, and he knew her. He gave a friendly chuckle before talking again.

"Sit with us if you want, or go if you want... We're just hanging out for a little bit. My legs hurt like hell!"

"I-I'm sorry for scaring you, I r-really didn't mean to! I just, I guessed I was b-being paranoid and t-thought you were going to hurt me." She had planned to choose her words carefully but they simply spilled out and she was worried about whether or not she sounded stupid. Craig seemed optimistic, like he could be a friendly big brother or maybe a counsellor at a summer camp. She had been running from company for the better part of three days and she finally felt as if she had ran into somebody she didn't need to be scared of.

Whether or not she was right to run from the tunnels, she was glad that she did now. She was pretty sure Trent was okay too, but there was a nagging feeling that he may have a dark agenda, after all, Craig was quick to offer that she sat with them despite knowing nothing about her activities since the games had started.

Is that really my cause for concern? Him being so trusting of me so soon? I'm hardly the most threatening person on this island, even if I wanted to be. Who'd be scared of a meek Japanese girl? The Ishida's seem harmless, Eiko Haraguchi was always polite to just about everyone and of course there's me, the quiet girl who volunteered at the animal pound...

Haruka gave a faint smile and bowed her head, before reaching down to grab her bag. She slowly climbed off of the flowerbed, and now had to crane her neck to maintain eye contact with the two boys. "I don't w-want to impose, but s-sitting with you has been the b-best offer I've had s-since I woke up the other day."
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"Aah!"

There was a distant swishing sound and a crack as a tree branch was bent backwards, and swung back into place. The branch vibrated with the movement, making the rustling leaves sound like harsh whispers. Her top teeth met her lip, and she felt the dry skin being stretched and strained. The voice, sound familiar, an uncanny resemblance to somebody she had already spoken with. However, she never spoke to anyone.

The footsteps stamped across the ground as the person tried to keep balance. Haruka's teeth dug deeper into her bottom lip, heat and dryness turned into a slight sting. She shut her eyes and her fingernails began scooping up more soil from the flowerbed. The other two, Craig and Trent had seen the person, she didn't want to turn her head because she knew that any confidence and strength she had amassed would be disintergrated immediately. Sometimes it was better to just close your eyes and hold the sheet over your head.

"It's you..."

The voice was definitely masculine, a small relief.

Faded images of the deathgirl crept through Haruka's mind to non-diegetic tribal drumbeats. The beats grew faster as the girl began crawling across the grass behind her, with her blistered hands, bloody clothes and muddy face...Sliding the survival knife out from behind her back and placing one crudely bandaged hand on Haruka's shoulder...Haruka keeping her eyes glued shut, a thin ribbon of blood stretching from her lip to the bottom of her chin...The harsh, dry whispering of the girl with the stringy hair as she placed the knife over Haruka's throat and...The drumming stopped.

"Uh...hey, it's okay. I'm still not here to hurt you or anything."

Haruka's eyes fluttered open. A loose but near certain guess branded this person as her stalker, not Craigs, not Trents, her own tracker. Hunting her down, was this the boogeyman who loomed over her in the tunnels? Scared her away from the river? Followed her into the woods? And now that she had found some form of safety and company, had the boogeyman closed the distance?

Don't turn around, please don't turn around, just get up and run and just leave, take one of the guys bags if you have to but just run away and hide some more, okay?

Her legs wouldn't move, she felt them but could not will them into doing a thing. Perhaps the opposite of phantom limb, she didn't know, but she felt well and truly screwed. Her clammy hands, slicked with cold sweat, were glued to the bricked rim of the flowerbed and her stomach was sinking lower and lower until she was positive she was going to see it hanging out from beneath her skirt in the next few minutes. Her mouth was dry and her throat rough. She was suddenly jerked back into the real world by the sharp sting of her bottom lip splitting open.

"I mean, I'm not following you or anything. I was just heading in the same direction."

Her stomach began crawling its way up into her abdomen and her feet twitched momentarily. She wanted to run fowards, take Trents club thing and turn, battering her stalker with it. She needed to do something, prove to herself that she wasn't just a useless little kid who sat around jumping at everything.

She was always the mouse or the rabbit, or whatever rodent acted more cowardly. Jerking her head around, hopping away and burrowing under a mountain of sawdust. When a rat was backed into the corner, they fought back no matter how outnumbered they were. Even if the odds had been stacked against the rat, or herself, at least she'd have a chance at...at...

"Uh... hey there! Don't worry about it too much, just sit with us if you want. We're resting, not going to kill you either."

You have to be kidding me, please! Why isn't anybody asking me for my opinion? I don't want to die! I'm being...I'm being...stalked! That never ends well and...and...Oh God, why is this happening? Craig you...you...You don't invite stalkers to a picnic or...

Haruka turned her head. Her eyes widened like saucers and she let out a shrill scream. She had no idea that Craig had been talking to two people, she thought only her own (although it could have been Trent's or Craig's stalker too, but the voice sounded too familiar for that to be the case) stalker was being addressed.

If they are...If they are hostile or...Or bad or, we're almost outnumbered! Craig's too...kind and oh forgive me for saything this, he looks like he'd get worn out after two punches and and Trent doesn't look much better and...We'll be outnumbered, I can't fight...I can't! It's not in my nature I've never done it before I...I...I can run...Now, run, yes, now...

"Chill out, man. We're not part of the murderin' trade, and I'm in no shape to kick your ass today."

Damn you Trent! Haruka thought, and clenched her fists for a moment, her knuckles cracked loudly. She hung her head, looking down at her feet. She wasn't sure if she could run yet, she still felt wooden and stiff, she had woken up less than ten minutes ago after sleeping in a flowerbed of all places. She wasn't sure if she could survive another day without a roof. I'm not built for this...I...I can't live like this, I'm just a pathetic, doodling, soap watching, fragile little girl who sinks under the radar and now...Everything is changing and I'm not ready!

The two boys, Duncan, who she had met earlier in the tunnels. The big tomb, he got out too, did he? Good for him, she had gotten lost so many times she thought she was never going to see sunlight again. He was the least harmless of the group, and she had deserted them whilst they plotted with the deathgirl, the one with the knife. Duncan seemed okay, not violent, but people change alot in a day, plus he had been with that creep Ethan and that shrew Feo. She couldn't help but assume they weren't far behind, they had been a team, at least, she thought they were.

The other boy, David M. had completely snuck up on the group. At least, Trent and Craig hadn't nudged her or anything, maybe they just thought of her as luggage. She knew David was relatively popular, in a friendly way rather than being stuck up, he also did baseball too but Haruka wasn't much into sports. He had seemed like a nice enough guy back at Bayview, but so had lots of other people who had since turned into killers. At least she could possibly rely on Duncan to not stab her in the back with one of his stick things, but as for David, right now she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him.

"Now if you're stickin' around, come make yourself useful. I'm not... great with maps."

They're friendly, naive, worn out and overly trusting, plus Trent can't read a map, and now they've welcomed two possible killers into the fold. I don't know what on earth David has gotten up to, but for all I know Duncan could have butched Ethan, Feo and that loudmouthed goon Frankie. Maybe even the deathgirl unless she spider-crawled back up the walls to her grimy little alcove. I'm starting to wonder if leaving the tunnels was even a good idea now...

"And if you guys wanna stick around too, you better make yourselves real useful."

Haruka looked around from face to face;

Craig, he seemed so friendly and trusting, a real optimist, but was he really suited both physically and mentally for this 'game'? Having him around was a small comfort, but was he reliable?

Duncan, he also seemed nice, but awkward circumstances made him out to be fishy. He did seem sincere if not a little strange, maybe he could be a valuable asset to the group, but where would his loyalty lie? To Craig and Trent? To Ethan and Feo? To a third party?

David, an all-round nice guy back at school, but what had he since been molded into? Haruka didn't know a thing about his whereabouts or behaviour on the island, making him the true gamble. Had he been what she had hoped? Just a troubled individual trying to survive? Or had he resorted to violence? She'd have to listen to his story later in order to make up her full judgement.

And then there was Trent, she hadn't spoken to him at all, at least not directly. Craig seemed to trust him, but he also trusted her on the spot, and both Duncan and David...She couldn't challenge somebody who already had a role in the group before herself, but he was also a gamble. She saw herself and Craig as harmless, Ethan could tip the scale but she knew his alibi, which left both David and Trent as possible psychopaths. She didn't know what to think, maybe she'd talk to Craig later in private, but for now she'd be walking on eggshells.

Trents eyes lingered over her for a moment before averting themselves towards the map. Haruka slowly folded her arms and looked away from the group, towards the morning sky. She was uncomfortable, malnourished and without a weapon. She was the only girl amongst a group of boys and worst of all, she was the sort of girl who was so fragile that the wind might blow her over and shatter her into a plethora of porcelain shards.

She shut her eyes and let out a quiet, rattling sigh. She was in a sticky situation alright, if she stayed she was putting herself in danger, if she fought them she was putting herself in danger if she tried to run away she was putting herself in danger and if she managed to actually lose them she was putting herself in danger. Danger, danger, danger. Haruka quietly thought what the chances were of her seeing the moon again were.

Slim to none.
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Too many people...Not just people, boys. Maybe if there had been another pair of XX chromosomes in the vicinity, Haruka's nerves might have not been so frazzled. She was aware that she wasn't the conventional example of an attractive girl, if anything she had a childlike frame and hardly any curves to speak of, but the scary thoughts just swirled around in her head.

I'm weak, they could snap me like a twig and...and...Boys, they have a higher sex drive, don't they? Especially teenage boys...All they talk about is...I don't have one, I'm a virgin...Some guys like that and...Oh no...There aren't any rules here, not in this place, the island where you can do as you please...Scared boys, lonely, dirty, desperate boys wanting to lose their virginity before someone shoots them and...I'm alone with a whole group of them, and I can't defend myself and... and...

Nik Kronwall.

Nik Kronwall was here, and of course Craige Hoyle, the de facto leader of the...the fountain group was going to welcome him with open arms like he did everyone else. His friend Trent with the sleazy eyes, herself without so much as a question the others...and now Nik. Everything was oh so perfect. You feel that in the air, huh? That's your chance of survival dropping right there, that is.

However, Craig went against his previous routine, and he seemed to have pissed Nik off now. Haruka wasn't listening, in a weird way her own thoughts were drowning out the surrounding sound, she hadn't even noticed the boy approach until she noticed the others staring in his direction. Her ever helpful inner monologue, when it wasn't calling her out on being a mere insect it seemed to do nothing more than fuel her paranoia or cause a distraction. And then of course, Nik pulled out a gun.

Haruka raised her hands to both sides of her face and let out a shrill scream, she didn't care if it was corny in its simularity to the nubile victims in B movies or the bimbo soap actress stumbling into a murder scene, she didn't even care if she was making a spectacle out of herself. Nik Kronwall was waving his gun around at Craig, and right there and then, Haruka knew things wouldn't work out well.

She hadn't seen a gun on the island yet, the deathgirl had some sort of net cannon thing but that didn't count. A real bonafide gun that either the corrupt businessman or the spurned wife would carry in their gloved hand, ready to eliminate the rival or philandering husband. She knew that death in reality wasn't as clean or painless as it was on primetime television, no graceful fall or slow last words to loved ones...Writhing about clutching at your wound, bleeding out a slick puddle of red...Red everywhere running down your chin, oozing between your fingers...

The dog that split open...

Maybe Nik would realise the error of his ways and leave, or he could just shoot them all execution style. Maybe Craig could overpower him, or Trent with his clubthing or Duncan with the sticks...Maybe she could run away and never look back and live to another day. Maybe just maybe the situation would resolve itself in the next few minutes and everyone would laugh awkwardly and scratch at the back of their heads. That would be nice...That would be--

Trent rushed forwards with the spiked club.

Haruka shut her eyes, and told herself to prepare for a fast sprint. As usual, her little visions and ideas had been disproven by reality. Whether they were nightmarish thoughts that induced paranoia or soft and fuzzy optimism, reality always found a way to shatter it into little tiny fragments.

Haruka opened her eyes, Trent was on the floor now, Nik had clubbed him or something. Haruka didn't need to investigate it any further, and turned, facing away from the group. Her eyes were slowly brimming with tears as once again, she realised she was dangerously close to death, and maybe this time, she didn't have the option to flee. She held her hands over her heart and took gentle babysteps forwards, trying to drown out the booming shouts behind her.

The dog and...I don't want to end up like that...

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Haruka let out a long scream.

Her palms were drawn to her cheeks, her body slowly going crooked as she doubled over, her legs bending. Her pale face had a red tinge to it, her eyes were screwed up trying to erase what had just happened.

She had been still moments before, still and scared and not wanting to move, waiting for the storm to blow over, but the lightning struck. The fight, the two boys fought against each other briefly after Trent had been clubbed. There was a shrill intake of breath as she silently begged for Nik to lose the battle, anything, just anything to send him away. She barely trusted the company she had, let alone the athlete waving the gun around.

It had happened too fast, Craig had the upper hand, or so it seemed, but then a pained expression formed on his round face. Nik dove for the gun and Craig did too, but Nik had the headstart and...bang. Please no, not him! I liked him, I thought he was okay and, please no! Haruka felt as if she was going to vomit, but knew there was little in her to be brought back up. He's gonna shoot us all...Me next and...He's gonna shoot us! He shot Craig!

Haruka covered her eyes with her forearm and blindly staggered forwards, clawing through the air with her outstretched fingers. Trent...He was Craig's friend and he was weird and kinda creepy but he was his friend and right now he was unconscious and...Craig's dying and he's gonna get his friend! Haruka's fingers met the strap of her bag and she quickly pulled it over her shoulder and darter forwards, dropping to her knees.

She shook at Trent's shoulders, the hot tears streaming down her red face. "Wake up! Please! Wake up!" She squealed, slapping her balled fists into his back. "Just get up, damn you!" She nestled her chin into chest, too afraid and ashamed to turn her head and watch Craig as the last moments of his life began fading away.
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The fabric of Trent's shirt was pulled from the tight grasp of her fingers. The unconscious body was hoisted up by both David and Duncan, his feet clumsily trailing through the grass as he was pulled away. Haruka swallowed and a dry lump went down her throat, she threw her arms out, trying to gain balance as she climbed to her feet but only succeeded in falling to the ground.

It's all over...Everything! Oh God everything is over!


She rolled onto her side, the soles of her Mary Janes scraping against the ground as she tried to climb back up. She looked down at the bloody body, Craig O'Hoyle, dead and gone. Above the body stood a boy and a girl, Nik and Fiona, Bonnie and Clyde.

"He's armed, and I'm not half-bad with this thing,"

That was all Haruka needed to hear. Fiona had started another string of words, but Haruka's eyes were drawn only to the axe. She...She could take my head off with that thing! Haruka rolled onto her front and pressed her palms against the floor, and with a pump from her arms, she pushed herself into a sprinting position.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see a boy with a wooden sword, against an axe and a gun it would do little to nothing. Her fingers grabbed the straps of her bag and she bit her lip.

Oh God, Craig...I am so sorry for what happened...I couldn't do anything you knew that, but I could have tried, we all could have tried...I don't know whether or not this was an accident or you taking the bullet but I just want you to know, somewhere, someday or somehow, that I'm so sorry for everything...Thank you for accepting me and letting me join your group, and I'm sure the others want to thank you too, but I'm sorry that I may leave them...I don't know what your wishes were but I feel as if I'm going to go against them pretty soon...

Haruka hadn't ran so fast in her entire life. In the distance she could see the three boys and that if she pushed herself she could catch up with them, even if her legs were going to give out soon. She just hoped she'd be able to conserve her stamina until the next encounter with Nik, the death girl or anyone else who wanted to hurt her.

((continued in Out and In))
Edited by Shake&Bake, Nov 29 2010, 11:43 AM.
COOK 'N' KILL
........RECIPES........
x 1 oz. Rat PoiSon
x 1/2 oz. Meta-cyanide
x 1/2 oz. Fex-M3
x 1 cup Tiberium

Shake and Stir
GOOD LUCK!


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