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Hearing is Believing; Private between Miranda Merchant, Sarah Atwell and Lily MacLaughlin
Topic Started: Oct 12 2010, 03:18 AM (2,053 Views)
JamesRenard
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((Miranda Merchant continued from No News is Good News))

'So... damn... tired.'

Miranda was not in the best of moods and her feet were aching badly. She and the other two had been walking for ages, taking a few breaks now and again for resting and other necessities. Darkness had fallen on their travels, and during the middle of the night, Miranda's left sandle decided enough was enough and finally broke on her. The strap had snapped apart and rendered the item of footwear completely useless, leaving Miranda no choice but to discard it and carry on with only the one sandle.

It started to get lighter as the three-strong group made their way through the forest. Night gave way to twilight, twilight gave way to dawn, and dawn was on the verge of giving way to sunrise.

"I think we should stop for a break again, it's been a while since our last one," Miranda stated, flopping down by the side of one of the many sturdy trees in the area and examining the damage done to her foot. A few small cuts, dirt, leaves and small pieces of bark sticking to her sole, nothing too serious. She gently pressed her finger against the back of her right ear. It hurt only a little bit, which was a marked improvement from when she'd first woken up on the island.

'When was that, two days ago, wasn't it? And I'm still alive, I should feel so lucky,' she thought, resting the back of her head against the tree trunk and sighing sharply, diverting the air upwards so it briefly blew her hair out of the way of her left eye. "This definitely feels better than being out in the open, right?" she asked the other two girls with her.
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Miranda smiled and looked up at Sarah as she placed a hand on her shoulder. Lily seemed to agree about the place being better, which was definitely good.

And then Miranda jumped slightly as a loudspeaker somewhere above her head crackled to life. She felt Sarah's grip on her shoulder tighten momentarily, most likely a reflex at being surprised by the sudden noise. 'Here we go...' Miranda thought, bracing herself for the previous day's death and carnage that Danya would be cheerfully informing them of.

"Sick bastard, what does he do, get off this kind of stuff?" Miranda muttered, glaring up towards the general direction his voice was coming from. Her eyes widened slightly and she covered her mouth when she heard the tally from day two; 21 deaths. 'Holy crap... that's 40 altogether!' It was shocking that many people had died, and either at the hands of people they should have called their friends, or from the pressure of it all.

Danya started reading off the names of the deceased. Dawne Jiang and Rose Codreanu were first, courtesy of the danger zones. Miranda visibly shuddered upon hearing their fates. She didn't know the pair very well, but collar detonation sounded like a terrible way to go.

Reiko had somehow killed another two people, which really shocked the swimmer. 'Reiko's tiny, how the hell could she have kicked Raina to death?!' Miranda thought, remembering the pair of them back at school. Eva Lancaster was next, but Miranda didn't know her, or her killer. Miranda then made a mental note to avoid anyone with a British accent, thanks to Maxwell's slaughter of two people at practically the same time.

"Who would have thought we went to school with a bunch of psychos?" Miranda spoke to the other girls, her voice trembling slightly. Someone called Frankie had apparently tried to get revenge on a girl called Ericka by trying to kill her. "What the hell is wrong with some of these people?"

The voice from the speakers droned on. "Our number nine kill was one for the highlight reel, and apparently Sarah Atwell thought so too, because she filmed it herself!"

Miranda's eyes widened fully and her jaw dropped as she inhaled sharply. 'Sarah?! B-but she's not dead, she's standing right next to me! What the hell?!'

"Take a bow, Eve Walker-Luther, for your starring role in Sarah's creative masterpiece."

Miranda sat dumbstruck for a few seconds, her mind racing as she tried to process the information she'd just been given. 'No, wait, Eve? What-no, Eve's dead, Sarah told us. So why was Sarah's name included...' And that's when it hit her. Everything came together, and Miranda felt like a class A moron for not seeing it earlier. Why Sarah had turned up covered in copious amounts of blood. Why Sarah couldn't tell them who had killed Eve. It was all because she had killed Eve herself.

"You can't trust anybody," Sarah's word echoed in her mind. The rest of the announcement didn't matter to Miranda anymore. She looked upwards at Sarah, still standing right next to her. A murderer was standing right next to her. A murderer who had spent the past several hours with her and Lily. And the fact she had easily fooled the pair of them, fooled her, that got Miranda's blood boiling.

"What the fuck?!" Miranda screeched, jumping up to her feet and glaring right at Sarah's face.
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Miranda's mind was swimming. Sarah had immediately denied it all, but then she dropped the act and started smiling. Smiling, of all things. It was like she was happy to be found out. 'What is wrong with her? Why is she happy?!' And then Sarah went and called her a bit-character. Miranda would have lunged at the girl and beaten the living daylights out of her, if not for the long thin item she just produced from her pocket. A scalpel. 'Where the hell did she get that?'

Run

The handle shone menacingly but the blade was anything but immaculate, covered in splashes of russet, dried blood that used to belong inside Eve Walker-Luther's body. Miranda froze, eyeing the surgical tool that was dancing in Sarah's fingers.

Run!

"S-Sarah, get the fuck away from me with that thing! Seriously!" she spoke loudly, feeling her heart thump rapidly in her chest. She heard Lily threaten Sarah with her gun, but the maniac ignored the pair of them and advanced. The crazed look in her eyes glued Miranda's feet to the dirt. Sarah was right; Miranda's mind was screaming at her to run away as far as her sandal-less legs could take her, but her feet wouldn't obey. Sarah's glare had hypnotised her, her legs were paralysed by fear.

God dammit, RUN!

The connection between her brain and feet was finally re-established and she managed a half-step backwards. It was too little too late though. Sarah's hand thrust forward and Miranda's neck was suddenly on fire as the razor-sharp edge pierced skin, blood vessels and cartilage. Immediately her left shoulder and upper arm were bathed in hot and sticky liquid, her pink top receiving a morbid red dye job. She tried to scream out as agonising pain coursed throughout her throat, but couldn't produce any sounds save from a strangled grunt.

'Oh shit, no... no! NO!' Miranda frantically thought, looking as far down as her wide fearful eyes would allow her. The scalpel's silver handle was in her field of vision, sticking out from her trachea like a radio mast. With each beat of her heart, more bright red arterial blood was spurted out of her neck, coating her hands that hovered shakily just centimetres away from her wound. Being one of the better biology students in her class, Miranda instantly knew that a major artery had been severed, and without emergency surgery, she was going to die.

'I'm going to die...' Miranda thought, her legs starting to weaken and shake. She lost her balance and fell back against the tree, sliding down to the ground with the bark digging into her back. Lily's screams echoed in her ear, but it all sounded so far away. 'No... I can't... I don't want to...'

Hot tears streamed down her cheeks and mingled with her blood.
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'Why... why didn't she help me?' Miranda weakly wondered, glancing at Lily as tears streamed from her eyes. She was supposed to have a gun, why hadn't she pulled it out and shot Sarah between the eyes? It just didn't make any sense at all. Had they worked together in killing her?

The force that the blood pumped out of the severed artery with was starting to die down already. Miranda was shaking and quickly losing the feeling in her feet, and with the blood loss everything was beginning to feel-

---

"Cold!" a five-year old Miranda yelped out, jumping out from the shallow water at the shore of Lake Michigan on a warm summer's day, her first time swimming in the lake. "Mommy, it's c-cold!"

"Of course it's cold, Miranda. It's the lake," Claire Merchant called out from knee-deep in the water. "You'll get used to it after a while. You coming back in or do you want to go sit with your dad?"

"Yeah, okay, I'll come back in," Miranda replied, but she didn't sound too convinced about getting used to the water. It wasn't anything like the swimming pool where her mother worked at; there were no ladders, nothing to hold on to and the water wasn't heated. She walked into the tide, paddling towards her mother and shivered slightly from the cold.


---

Sarah's back was turned towards her, talking to Lily and producing a large blade from her bag. Miranda couldn't tell what was being said, but she didn't really care either. It was just a jumble of nonsensical syllables to her.

The scalpel sat at the edge of her field of vision. Ironically, it was now the only thing keeping her alive. It was acting like a broken dam, slowly leaking contents out from behind it. Remove it and the flow of blood pouring out of her would increase. Had Sarah taken the scalpel out instead of leaving it behind, Miranda surmised she'd already have died by now.

'I'm going to die anyway... so why not speed it up a bit, get it over and done with already?' she thought. Miranda reached up with her right hand and gripped her bloodied fingers around the handle. Having been held tightly in Sarah's hand just moments before, and now constantly receiving a fresh covering of blood, Miranda was slightly surprised that it felt-

---

Hot. That was the only sensation she could feel at that moment in time. And the only emotion she felt was fear as everything behind her bedroom door was being consumed by flames. "Mom! Dad! Where are you?!" fourteen-year old Miranda cried out. Dense smoke filled her vision and the crackling of the fire that had started in the living room was the only thing she could hear. The window in her bedroom was open, had been for ages so the smoke wouldn't suffocate her. But Miranda was on the upstairs floor; jumping out would mean almost certain death.

"I'm going to die..." Miranda whimpered. Flames flickered through the gap between the door and floor, and it would only be a matter of minutes, seconds maybe before the fire would reduce the door to cinders and reach her. A noise at the window caused her to jump and turn around. A firefighter had appeared at the window, standing at the top of a ladder.

"Quick, over here!" he called out. Miranda didn't need to be told twice, running over and letting the firefighter carry her down the ladder, safe and sound. Miranda was glad to see that her parents had made it out alright, but could only watch and cry her eyes out as their house, her home for all her life went up in flames.


---

With a tug that seemed to take nearly all of her energy to achieve, Miranda yanked the scalpel out from being lodged in her windpipe. She grunted loudly in pain; sliding the blade out hurt so much more than having it stabbed into her flesh in the first place. 'Bitch,' Miranda cursed, glaring daggers (or, more appropriately, scalpels) at Sarah's back.

The effect of removing the 'dam' was near instantaneous and Miranda started feeling a lot weaker and more light-headed already. 'One shot, make it count.' Using what reserves of her strength she had left, she hurled the surgical item at Sarah. Miranda immediately lost her balance and fell onto her right side, unable to see if she'd been able to hit the insane girl or not, and unable to get back up either.

'Well, guess this is it...' Miranda thought, darkness starting to seep into her peripheral vision. Her heart's beating was rapidly slowing down, her lifeblood spilling onto the grass and dirt beneath her in weakening pulses. Her breathing was getting laboured. Before her brain would cease functioning for good, it was kind enough to share one last memory with her.

---

"...Happy Birthday, dear Miranda! Happy Birthday to you!"

The dining room was dimly lit in the Merchant household in St. Paul, the eighteen candles on the birthday cake being the sole source of illumination. Miranda was sitting at the table, watching the cake carried by her mother head her way. Jacob and Ray sat on either side of her, Sean standing off to the side and recording the whole thing on video camera while Lawrence and his wife Katie watched the proceedings with smiles on their faces.

"Be sure to make a wish," Sean called out, keeping the camera focused on Miranda, her face lit up by the candles. Miranda didn't have a clue what to wish for, her mind switching back and forth between various options and decisions. It took her several seconds to finally decide on a wish.

'
I wish to have the best summer ever,' Miranda thought. She closed her eyes and exhaled.

---

Had she the strength, Miranda would have laughed at the irony of her birthday wish.

'I don't suppose I could change my wish while I'm still able to, can I? Mom, dad, the rest of you? Wishing you all the best, I... love you guys,' she thought with a slight smile on her face. 'And... I wish Sarah Atwell would die in a hole...'

And with that, she closed her eyes and exhaled.


G109: MIRANDA MERCHANT - DECEASED
226 STUDENTS REMAINING
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