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Jesus Loves the Little Children; Open! Let's try not to clusterfuck too much though.
Topic Started: Oct 14 2010, 11:31 PM (4,541 Views)
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[[Jackie Myrie and Allie Walworth continued from When The Bite Just Isn't Sharp Enough]]

Early in the afternoon of the third day, a large girl and a small girl approached a modest church. Jackie wasn't quite fond of churches- her family had never pressed religion on her as a child, and whenever she entered a church it felt as though the building itself judged her. It was annoying.

The nearly fifty hours since her outburst had passed surprisingly peacefully- relatively harmless companion, no run-ins with psychos. So far, so good. All she had to do was get some sort of weapon and she was set to go. During their trek, she'd considered still more methods with the options they already had- rocks and sticks were everywhere, and Allie had a first aid kit, which involves chemicals and syringes... one could work with that. For self-defense, of course. Jackie wasn't that far gone, like those other dumbasses she'd been hearing about on the announcements (really though, she was just jealous that other people had gotten weapons. Some people with good weapons were even stupid enough to lose them! Ungrateful bastards).

Much of her pondering had been interrupted by the girl who had since introduced herself as Allie Walworth. After her outburst in the forest, the girl had followed her- she wasn't so bad, really. Definitely not as bad as some of the other idiots in their class. Of course, if they stayed together long enough it would eventually do way more harm than good (especially with that pesky asthma she kept making them stop for)... but she didn't have to think about that right now. In the meantime, it was nice to have someone keeping her sane.

"Let's check out that church. We haven't had a roof over our heads in a while." They were headed in that direction anyway, really- but hey, communication couldn't hurt.

As they neared the large doors, Jackie motioned to Allie to stand by- they'd done pretty well at the whole staying away from crazies thing so far, best not to waste such a good streak now. She carefully opened one of the large doors- only to learn that a church should not be judged by its cover.

It was just... destroyed. There wasn't really a better word for what she was seeing at the moment. The windows were gone. The pews were mostly gone. Dust was everywhere... and so were... "Oh God, gross." Several bodies (what was left of them, anyway) furthered the sacrilegious image laid out before her. "You might not want to come in... lots of dust. Might irritate your lungs or whatever. I'll be right back."

Jackie did not want to go in there at all... but she had a duty here. Sacrifice was necessary to survive in this place. She entered and crept around the building, careful not to step on any of the rubble. From what she could tell, there were three... corpses here. She tried not to look at them. It made her want to throw up. Soon, she found what she was looking for- a dust-covered duffel bag. Awesome. Now let's get the fuck out. She grabbed it and half-ran towards the door and back out into the open.

She smiled at her partner in crime. "Looks like we've got lunch."
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((Allie Walworth, continued from When The Bite Just Isn't Sharp Enough.))

"Alright," Allie nodded. No one would fight them at a church, right? Allie swore she remembered a rule about fighting on Hallowed Ground. "Sounds like a plan."

Allie trudged along behind Jackie as they approached the entrance, keeping an eye out for signs of a trap, or anything like that. It was calm, quiet. They hadn't encountered any crazies while they were walking. Well, they pretty much hadn't encountered anyone, and that made Allie slightly nervous about all this.

Jackie motioned for Allie to wait outside while she went in and checked. Allie nodded and stayed put, throwing her bag down and slumping down against the wall. She opened the door and took a look inside, commenting on how gross something or other that was in there was, before advising Allie not to go in. Allie sighed and nodded.

She nodded again. "I'll wait out here."

Allie waited, taking to counting the number of bricks on the wall while Jackie did whatever it was she was doing inside.

She was content with staying outside, really. Sure, she was bored, but she wasn't going to risk going into the church. Not with her asthma. Eventually, Jackie came back out, smiling and holding a duffel bag, saying that she'd picked up lunch or something. Was there like, a dead animal in there or something like that? Allie wasn't a fussy eater, not in the slightest, but the thought of eating a rabbit or something made her feel queasy. The skinning it too. They didn't have knives or anything like that. Hopefully it was just bread. Wouldn't be awkward that way. She could maybe grab some berries, make a quick jam to go with it, so long as she could find something that was edible.

There was always the off chance she could get a fire going too, but now she was just thinking of random things. Getting tired. Allie yawned.

"Alright, that sounds good." She said, pausing for a second. "Um, did I mention I'm into outdoors cooking and stuff?"

She probably had somewhere down the line, but Allie thought it was best to re-iterate, even if she had. "So, like, if you give me a minute of two I could probably find something to go with whatever's in the bag."
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((Annaliese Hansen continued from Just Like a Hangover, But Without All the Fun))

Annaliese walked on, so wrapped up in her thoughts at she appeared to be in her own little world.

The shock of watching one of her classmates attack another, and then in turn get killed, had not worn off. She’d walked, slept, got up and walked some more and still she felt numb about the whole thing. ‘What does that say about me?’

Rather than engage in a session of extreme navel gazing, Annaliese turned the Frankie and Erika situation over and over in her mind. She had volunteered with the Amnesty International group. She had seen pictures and videos of the genocide in Darfur. Hell, for that time she was a part of PETA, she’d watched some truly warped-ass videos about animal testing and slaughter house conditions. They were far worse that what she saw with Frankie and Erika.

She knew about the kind of mindless violence and callous, twisted actions that lived in the dark recesses of the human soul. But she had never seen them in real time, committed by her peers.

Literally, by her peers.

Not just people of her age group or socio-economic standing. But her classmates. The other kids she had grown up with, hung out with, spent time with. Maybe that’s what was so hard to wrap her head around. The fact that these were people she knew. People with upbringings like hers. And yet, here they were, attacking each other. Killing each other.

They were good people. Products of good upbringings, good educations, and good homes. They were Americans, damnit. They were supposed to be beyond things like this. She couldn’t even figure out who was the bad guy in that situation. Frankie had seemingly attacked first, but revealed that Erika had really cast the first blow by stomping all over his heart while they were still back at school.

That thought made her stumble. No wonder so many of her classmates were dying. No wonder so many people were killing. They had all be transported to their own mini Columbine! People were using this as an opportunity to avenge past slights and injuries. And given what bitter little pills most of her classmates were, the body count would only shoot up faster as people realized that this was the chance they had secretly dreamed about.

“Wish I had taken that class on peer counseling now, even though it would have meant taking that zero people. Who’da thunk it would have come in handy in a situation like this?” she muttered. “Irony, thy name is Ms. Clark’s claim that that class would have changed my life.”

She noticed a chapel not too far away. It was a very unthreatening and friendly looking structure. It was almost as is if the universe had heard her and personally responded by giving her a safe place to rest and regroup. “Sanctuary,” she softly cried out in her best Quasimodo impersonation.

Altering her course, Annaliese approached the building. She spotted two girls loitering around out front. Once she was a little closer, she recognized Jackie Myrie. Frequent visitor to the library that Annaliese was, she’d seen Jackie there plenty of times. “Hola, ladies!”
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Annaliese Hansen. Imagine running into her here. Jackie and Annaliese had met, of course- she was one of the library's "regulars", probably there to do research and print fliers for her various causes. Jackie had to admit- only to herself, of course!- that she had always felt intimidated by Annaliese Hansen. She was just so... legit. So smart, so interesting, so much better at pulling off Jackie's style... every time she entered the library, Jackie's very being filled itself with envy, resent... and fascination. And of course, here she was, showing off her flair until the very end.

"Annie! It's good... well, no. It sucks to see you here. But... hi." Shit! If there's a weapon in that bag... Allie would've been meek enough to let me have it, but Annie... "We were about to sit down to eat. You could sit a while... if you want."
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Allie shook her head. No reply on her offer to cook. That was fine, really. She probably wouldn't have accepted an almost complete stranger's offer to cook for her either. No big deal, she didn't mind. She was about to ask again, though, just for clarity's sake, or if she hadn't heard her the first time or anything, when she heard someone greet the two of them. Well, if had to be the two of them, no one else was around. Well, Allie didn't think so. She took a quick look around just to make sure.

Cautiously, Allie turned round to find herself staring up at a tall, pink-haired girl. A tall, pink-haired girl that Jackie apparently knew. Allie was pretty sure she'd seen her somewhere before too, but for the life of her she couldn't quite remember her name. That was to be expected though. Allie'd spent the best part of the year off sick, she didn't really have much time to memorise names.

Luckily, she didn't have to, with Jackie quickly saying her name. Annie, or some longer variation of it, maybe Annalie or something. Allie didn't particularly care that much, if she was being honest. If they were back at school Allie might have talked to her once or twice before getting sent to the school nurse for something of other, struck with another illness and kept off for another fortnight or so. Even out in the depths of wherever-the-crap-they-were it'd probably end up somewhere similar. Only without the sickness part. Allie realised just how likely it was that she would end up getting sick, without any of the perscriptions and over the counter drugs her parents made her take. She had the allergy medication, though. The epipen, too. She actually had something of use.

"Yeah," Allie nodded, tried to disguise the fact that she had absolutely no clue who Annie was, nor why Jackie hadn't screamed and ran away from her yet. "You're welcome to join us, I guess, I mean.... I don't mind."
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G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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“Thanks for the invite, guys. My dogs are barkin’.” Annaliese gratefully dropped her bag on the ground near the girls before gracelessly flopping to the floor. Smiling at the twosome, she tried to make herself comfortable by folding her legs Indian-style and resting her forearms on her knees. She cocked her head to one side, studying Jackie’s friend of a moment. The girl looked familiar, but Annaliese couldn’t place a name with the face to save her life.

“Sorry for staring,” she blurted out, unable to contain herself. “But you look super familiar. Do I know you?” Realizing the stupidity of the question, she quickly corrected herself. “I mean, do we have any classes or anything together? ‘Cause you look super familiar. Did you have Mr. Liatsis for English Lit. Theory?”

She moved onto the next topic without waiting for a reply. “It’s awesome of you guys to let me join you. Here, let me contribute to tonight’s festivities!” She grabbed her bag and began to rifle through it. “I woke up sicker’n a dog, so I haven’t really done a lot of eating. My stash is still pretty decent. Although, seriously, did they have to give us plastic water bottles?“

As she pawed through the bag, her fingers brushed against the metal circle that was still hidden within. ‘Oh yeah. This thing. I found it when I was with Frankie. I wonder what the hell it is.’

Slowly withdrawing the object so as not to startle the other girls, she held it up and turned it back and forth, examining it. “Holy cow. Does anybody know what this thing is?”
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Annie seemed friendly, at least. That was good. She even joined in and brought out her own food, spouting some environmental science teacher-type nonsense about how water bottles are bad for you or whatever. Perfect. They would have a little picnic. As far as Jackie was concerned, everything was fine as long as Annaliese Hansen knew who was boss around here.

And then Annaliese took out her weapon. Jackie couldn't remember what it was called but she'd seen one before. She'd had an ex who was obsessed with exotic weapons.

"Holy cow. Does anybody know what this thing is?"

That fucking bitch got something as badass as that thing and didn't even know what it was. It had blades sticking out of it! How did she not know it was a badass fucking blade thing?

No no no. Stay cool. Let's not ruin this.

"Holy shit! You got one of those?!" Ahem. Seriously. Calm down. "It's like... a blade. Kind of. I think it works kind of like a ninja star." As she explained the weapon to the girl (which might not be the best decision but oh well), Jackie realized something- Annie already has a weapon. So if there is something in that bag I picked up- awesome.

"Well, I'm pretty hungry. We should probably dig in. You said you could cook, right?" At least, she thought she'd heard Allie say something like that. Didn't matter right now though, she just needed to see what was in this bag. Jackie began to reach for her dust-covered prize from the church.
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"Hm?" Annie asked if she knew her. "Oh, um, I don't think s-?"

Before Allie could finish though, Annie elaborated, asking about English Literature Theory or something like that. Allie couldn't even remember if she was taking a class like that. The teacher's name didn't ring any bells, though.

"No, I don't think so. You, uh, probably have me confused with someone else." Allie shook her head. "I'm Allie, though. Allie Walworth."

Out of nowhere, Annie pulled some food, water, and then, well... something, out of her bag. It looked like a weapon of some kind. Some kind of Kung-Fu movie ninja star. Allie had no clue what it actually was, but Jackie seemed to know. To be honest, Allie thought she kinda knew way too much about it. She was getting a little too excited over it. Well, knowing about it would be useful, right? They'd be less likely to accidentally maim each other with it. That was good for all of them in the long run. Getting accidentally maimed wasn't high on her list of priorities. Her arm was bad enough as it was.

Jackie said how hungry she was again, and went to fetch the bag she'd stolen from the church. What was in that thing, anyway? Jackie seemed awfully possesive of it. Allie was half expecting her to start calling it her precious or something. She asked if Allie said she could cook, and Allie nodded.

"S-Sure," Allie replied, a little shocked that Jackie had been paying attention. "But, I'll need some stuff and a few minutes, and possibly a lighter or something if you've got one handy, I'm not all that sure if, um, if I've got one."
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((Lily Maclaughlin continued from Hearing is Believing))

Follow intrepid reporter Lily Maclaughlin as she risks her life to bring you the story in her three-part special: Bloodsport; Teen Gladiators, Followed by the ABC movie of the week.

Lily didn't know how long she ran, just that she had to put as much distance between her and Atwell

Miranda too, right?

as she could. She could feel the sun peering down from the top of the sky, so it wasn't still just morning. It helped that she was no longer in the forest, that she was in more or less open field.

The blood on Lily's face had grown cold by now, cold and tacky; in trying to wipe it off, she was sure she had only succeeded in smearing it a little onto her face, pushing it into her pores. The thought made her want to throw up. She'd been crying nonstop since exiting the woods; she wondered how she looked. Probably all ready for a newscast, what with bloodstained cheeks, a puffy face, and bloodshot eyes.

It was the church that brought Lily back to herself, if only for a moment. The building loomed into view like magic; she was probably too set on running from what she'd been an accessory to to notice it until now. She slowed back down to a walk; not much of a change, as she'd been jogging when her feet and lungs weren't carrying her anymore. A stitch in her side that she'd been ignoring greeted her, and for a minute she doubled over, breathing deeply to try and get rid of the needle that was planted in her side.

"Ah...Goddammit..." She said, and felt a little ashamed at it, considering what she was coming up on. Her father didn't make her choose a religion, but he was enough of a Catholic to make sure she didn't take the Lord's name in vain. Especially not in the presence of one of His houses.

Once the stitch was gone, Lily unzipped her daypack and pulled out the bottle of water she'd already opened. She unscrewed the cap and took a sip, and realized how dry her throat was from running. Her mouth might as well have been filled with sand.

She took another sip and let the water sit in her mouth before swallowing. Her hand crept up to her face, feeling the sticky blood that she'd left there, and she splashed some of her water on her cheeks. She rubbed, trying to clean the blood off. She wasn't sure if she succeeded, but she felt a little bit better. Only a little.

Lily replaced the bottle in her bag after closing it, and started walking toward the parish. Maybe she could've hid, let everything just blow over

Maybe you need to confess your sins?

and not deal with any of this.

As she approached, she saw three girls outside. It looked like they were eating lunch. The normality of the situation almost made Lily laugh.

Excuse me ladies, but how are you doing? Lily Maclaughlin here, I work for the school paper. What you guys doing, just sitting down for an afternoon break?

She didn't know if she wanted to deal with people, not after what happened last time. Funny how she'd been terrified of being alone just yesterday.

She kept moving forward in spite of her misgivings. She wiped her face with her hand again, hoping that the blood was completely gone by now. Not a good way to break the ice.

She was within earshot now, but she didn't have anything to say. Lily Maclaughlin, who'd spent years interviewing people she hardly talked to, was silent for the first time in her life.

"Hey." She managed, not even sure if the group heard her.

She didn't see the wicked looking bladed star that Annaliese had, otherwise she might've lost her nerve and went back to running.


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((Kevin Harding continued from instinct•algorithm))

It had not been a good night. Stung by insects, sore from the exertions of the previous day, and thoroughly covered in dirt, Kevin was glad when the sun rose. There were only two things that really put a damper on his mood. The first thing was the long list of deaths that greeted him in the morning. The second thing.... Well, it was the fact that he was headhunting now.

Of course, he wasn't exactly playing it safe. He was going after people who had already killed. It was the only way that he could possibly feel justified in doing what he did. Jail time would be welcome compared to dying alone on this isolated island.

There was only one thing left to do after he made his decision. He wasn't going to ask for protection or forgiveness from God. Not for him, at least.

He walked over to the church with shovel in hand, ready for a fight if it came to that. After a good... Well, he didn't know how long it took to get there. But it was a while, that was for sure. About 60 feet away from the front of building, he saw 4 girls standing right in front of it. He quickly ducked behind cover and observed them from there.

No good. I'll have to wait for them to leave first.
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Annaliese was delighted and relieved when Jackie said she knew what the hell the metal circle of doom was. ‘Of course she would know. She works at the library, for Pete’s sake!’ Feeling very pleased and fortunate to be with knowledgeable people, she smiled at her companions. ‘I bet meeting up with Jackie and Allie was covered by today’s horoscope. I just wish I could check it to be sure.

Holding the ring up to examine it in the light, Annaliese tried to get a feel for the weight of it. Jackie had said it was something like a throwing star, which was awesome. It was definitely heavier than the stupid little paper throwing stars her brother liked to make. Although, those crappy little stars had some sharp-ass points and hurt like hell when one caught you on the skin.

Jackie brought up food again and Allie mentioned needing to get a fire started. “Hey, those first aid kits we have. They have a lighter in them, right?” Annaliese looked at Allie expectantly. She would have asked Jackie, but she seemed kind of busy at the moment. “I mean, most store-bought kits have one to sterilize the tweezers and junk. Don’t they? It couldn’t hurt to look, right?”

Eager to be helpful and repay the girls’ hospitality, Annaliese dropped her weapon and dug out her first aid kit. As she was triumphantly pulling it out, a new voice joined the conversation. Looking up, she spotted Lily Maclaughlin. Lily worked on the paper, which had always declined to run any of the stories she had suggested on the grounds that Annaliese wasn’t a staffer on the paper. Which, really, was to the detriment of the student body since there were so many important global issues that people were woefully ignorant about. But that was neither here nor there now, and it wasn’t as if Lily had personally shot her down.

“Hey Lily,” Annaliese called out, returning the greeting. “Come join us. Partake. In the. Hospit…” Her voice trailed off as she noticed a few, thin rust colored smudges and streaks on Lily’s cheek. “Dude, are you okay? You’re not, like, bleeding, are you?”
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(Andrea Raymer continued from Can't Fall Down)

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Watching the three girls arrive, Andrea was feeling uneasy about a multitude of subjects. The whole numbers thing was getting to her.

The number of deaths, for one. This class was blowing previous SOTFs out of the water, which meant that either Bayview had been filled with psychos or there were just a hell of a lot more students in this version. Probably the second, given that Allen was Guy #136 or whatever the hell he was. Either way, those numbers weren't good. More students equaled a lesser chance of survival and a greater chance of horrible death.

The number of days, for another. Assuming how huge this class seemed, how many days did she have to work with? And that question led directly to a third number, which was the number of pills she had left. She needed to keep rationing them if she wanted to last, but ugh. That was no fun, and she felt herself getting more nervous the longer she went without them, and that nervousness just led to more jumbled thinking about numbers and stuff.

Then there was Allen. He was good enough company, he didn't seem to begrudge her multitude of quirks and was decent to talk to, plus they'd been swapping family recipes and shit and it turned out he knew stuff about camping and nature. But Andrea wagered that he'd soon tire of walking around the island aimlessly, having no idea what exactly they were trying to find. Not that she would blame him for that. Hell, only an idiot would blindly follow her forever. She'd come up with a couple theories about computers on the island and the like that could potentially get a signal out, not to mention Danya's penchant for giving students useful items or straight out planting them on the island. Her SOTF knowledge was at least useful in that regard. Still, the longer she kept things vague, the more transparent she probably became.

The two of them had made their way around the island's mountainous center, moving in a jagged spiral downwards from the tower to cover more area. Not that there had been anything of significance around the mountain. A few caves, one of which they'd spend the night in, but that was it.

Of course, UNDER the mountain might be a different story, but that would hopefully be a journey for a later day.

When they finally got away from the hills it had been on the north side of the island, and she'd gone along with Allen's suggestion to move on to somewhere new. The only place she really wouldn't want to scope out right now would be the residential area, given its chances of being packed full of murderous kids, but the chapel seemed harmless enough. And hopefully it would keep Allen along with her. He hadn't reacted too well to the last announcement, presumably because he was more normal and human than she was, what with her desensitization and snarky posturing and all.

They'd arrived just in time for Andrea to see the body with its collar detonated, determine that yeah, it was Jane Lindsberg, and force any pesky emotions back into their hiding places since she'd actually liked Jane. Ugh. And Jane's bag hadn't been around either, which was disappointing since she might have had something useful, or at least extra rations and a weapon that was less... explosive than their current inventory was. They were about to check the building itself, when the sudden arrivals of Annaliese, Jackie, and Allie had forced her and Allen back in hiding. Geez, how many "A" names were congregating here?

From that spot, it hadn't taken long for her to determine that those three girls were about as threatening as a ward of coma victims, which meant that it might be a half-decent opportunity to actually meet someone new here. Andrea wasn't hoping to team up, and didn't think they'd offer any valuable info, but this was a case where she figured they could safely be social. She glanced at Allen.

"Uh, want to say hi?"

And on his approval, she started out, only to see Kevin Harding making tracks right into her path. They collided.

"Hey!"

That hadn't been in the plan.
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G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

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G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
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B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
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((Allen Birkman continued from Can't Fall Down))

It had been a long time since Allen had left the relative safety of the cellphone tower with Andrea. Kitty hadn't followed them from the ruined building after all, that much he was thankful for. They'd walked for a while all around the mountain, crossing a few streams along the way (which Allen very nearly freaked out about, reminded of his nightmare when he first woke up to find himself on the island).

When night fell, Allen had been extremely apprehensive about staying in one of the caves to rest. The first announcement had entailed that someone did just that, managed to disturb a bear or something and was promptly killed by it. Death by grizzly - something that Allen definitely did not want to experience. But then sleeping out in the open would just be as bad if some oportunistic murderer were to come by.

Fortunately they'd picked an uninhabited cave and were still all in one piece when they woke up the next morning. Right in time to hear the second announcement. A few minutes into the report and Allen had wished that a bear had crept in and killed him while he slept. One of his friends, one of the people he had been on the look for since meeting Andrea, had died at the hands of Maxwell Lombardi.

Oddly enough, Clio wasn't included on the list. She wasn't dead, but she hadn't killed anyone else either. Allen hoped that she'd somehow become incapacited, or had her weapon taken off of her, or something else that was going to stop her from killing again. There hadn't been much time to dwell on things though; he and Andrea needed to move on.

Even though he'd come to the tower to get away from the residential district in the first place, he'd suggested that the town would possibly be the best place to start searching for... whatever. He wasn't sure exactly what they were looking for and wished that Andrea had been slightly more specific, but the town sounded like a better place than, say, the middle of the woods. What were they going to find there? Nothing but trees and plants, no doubt.

So that was how they found themselves at the small church. A body was lying outside the entrance, the pair able to see it was the remains of Violetta Lindsberg. A large pile of sand with a crudely made cross was also visible a short distance away from the building, and from the looks of things, it was made fairly recently. If only he'd known that buried under that mound of sand was the mutilated corpse of Chris Davidson, the first person he'd met since the start.

Then again, it was probably better off that he didn't.

Then the girls came along, Allen and Andrea having to jump back into the bushes and peer out at them, watching them to see if they were a threat. The two that arrived first, he couldn't remember the names of them at all. Then Annaliese came along; he was able to recognise her instantly; who could miss her with her brightly coloured hair, not to mention all the times she went on about 'this cause' and 'that issue' back in school.

Finally, Lily Maclaughlin, newshound and slight annoyance from the school paper showed up. The good thing was that none of the four females ('Kinda outnumbered here, five girls to one boy,' Allen thought) were attacking each other on sight. They were friendly, and Andrea seemed to agree with his way of thinking, suggesting they go say hello to them.

"Sure, why not?" he replied, shrugging his shoulders. Truth be told, he was hoping he could team up with at least one of them. He knew that Andrea disapproved of having too many people in on her plan, but two people on their own seemed way too insignificant to actually accomplish anything.

So they got up to go introduce themselves, and bumped into another guy. Well Andrea did at least, Allen had held back slightly, but he was still surprised at someone coming across them. Andrea had shouted out, which would have given away their presence to the quartet over by the building. Allen just looked at the guy ('Kevin, right? Isn't he in my chemistry class or something?'), then glanced down at the shovel in his hands.

One strike of the digging implement round the head would likely be enough to send Allen to the grave, and then could be used to dig one for him afterwards.

"Y-you're not going to k-kill us with that... right?" he stammered, raising his hands in self defense and stepping back a pace.
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"Hey!"

Kevin staggered back a step. Who had just bumped into him? He took a close look at the offending girl. Let's see... From those heavy piercings on her face, he guessed that it was Andrea. He forgot what her last name was, but that wasn't important right now. The truly important thing was the fact that this chance encounter happened while he was trying to hide.

"Jeez. What the hell are you doing here?" He frowned. "I'm kind of busy right now."

"Y-you're not going to k-kill us with that... right?" Kevin whirled around, shovel ready to strike when he saw the boy's nervous face. Charles? Well, he didn't really know the guy. But this wasn't time to be off murdering. Not until he did what he was supposed to be doing.

"Of course I'm not going to kill you." He lowered his shovel with some difficulty. "Stop sneaking up on me, seriously. I just want to get into the church and pray. But I don't think those girls would let me pass. That's why I'm trying to hide here." He pointed impatiently at this hiding spot. In truth, waiting around was incredibly boring. His passionate nature demanded that he rushed through the pack of girls and lock himself inside the church. But his brain overrode his heart this time. Fear was his ally right now.

He reevaluated his position. Andrea's shout might have alerted the girls in front of the church. Charles was scared shitless of his shovel, which admittedly could be lethal if he smacked somebody in the head with the edge. The girls might have guns, which was something he desired but couldn't get.

Damn that Vera. She must have gotten herself killed already.

In any case, he would have to circle around and wait for these people to leave.

"But I'm probably going to have to move to a different spot, seeing as how the loudmouth-" He pointed accusingly towards Andrea. "-might have attracted some unwanted attention to us."
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No objections. Perfect. Under the faint sprinkling of dust, she could see "G116" in large, bold lettering on the bag. It was eerie- but not eerie enough to block her excitement as she unzipped the bag with a nice, loud fwzzzzzzzzp! Her lust for protection was satisfied by a uniquely, beautifully shaped blade poking out from under one of the loaves, making a defiant dent in the weak bread. Fucking perfect.

Steadily, carefully, her hands moved into the bag, moving aside any unnecessary objects in the way of her pri-

"Hey."

Shit. Yes. I get to use this thing already. She whipped the sweetass curly blade thing out of the bag to address the new arrival- and with good reason, apparently. She was covered in blood.

“Dude, are you okay? You’re not, like, bleeding, are you?”

No no no. Bad move. Bad move. Some girl comes along trying to kill you, you invite her to eat your food. No, MY food. She held the blade in front of her, careful to keep it between her and the other girl- she looked kind of familiar. Shit, what was her name... Jillian? Something with that il sound. Camilla? No, that doesn't sound familiar. Damn. Not the point right now.

"Tell us where you're coming from and whose blood that is, and then maybe we can talk about food. We're not trying to die right now." Oh yeah, that was way better than the other time. This blade was sweet.
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"I suppose they would, yeah." Allie knelt down, unzipping her bag, completely oblivious to the fact that Annie was doing the same. She pulled out the first aid kit and rummaging through it's contents. "Wait, found one!"

Allie pulled it out and held it up in front of her. It was a cheap-looking Zippo lighter, one of the transluscent plastic ones you could pick up practically anywhere, but it'd be fine for lighting a fire.

Allie looked up at Annie holding her own first aid kit up at her, smiled awkwardly, and shoved the rest of her stuff back into her bag. She pulled herself up to her feet, took care not to put pressure on her bad arm, and looked at the rest of the slowly forming group. Jackie had the bag she'd been clutching since she'd taken it from the church, and was opening it up like a kid unwrapping a Christmas present. She pulled out some weird looking knife-thing. Crap. Now Jackie had a weapon. Was that the plan all along? Allie was pretty sure she knew the answer to that one.

Allie turned back around, to be confronted by... Lily, was it? She figured it was Li- Oh God, she was bleeding. All over the place. She was covered in blood. Allie looked around. She wasn't the only one to notice, either, from what she could hear of everyone else's reactions. The reactions to her were pretty mixed, though. Jackie, as to be expected, started questioning her.

Allie thought it seemed pretty blunt way to say hello to her, but she could kinda see where Jackie was coming from. Annie seemed to have shared Allie's reaction, however. Allie considered kneeling down, grabbing her first-aid kit and offering to patch Lily up, but Annie already had hers out so she figured it wasn't worth it.

"Uh, hey?" Allie put the lighter back in the pocket of her hoodie and decided to wait and see in regards to the food, considering Jackie seemed to have gotten what she wanted. "Anything we can do to help you, Lily?"
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Lily had nothing to say, still struck mute by what had transpired in the woods. The words had died in her throat after "Hey". She didn't even respond until one of the girls (Annaliese? Yeah, that's it) asked if she was bleeding. For the first time, Lily looked down at her own clothes.

It wasn't just her face that had gotten Miranda's life on it. What she had worn, the white half-jacket with teal blouse, was stained with blood. She swallowed, hard, wanted to throw up, wanted to cry, wanted to...

She wasn't supposed to be part of the news. Lily was supposed to report on it, to remain apart. And here she was, with headlines splashed across her clothes. Her left hand rubbed on her shirt, tried to get rid of the blood, but it didn't work.

She didn't help Miranda, just watched, and here she was now with blood on her clothes and on her skin and on her face and Oh jesus it's everywhere!

Lily slung her bag off of her shoulder, unzipped it and reached in with a startling clarity of purpose, suddenly knowing what she had to do. There wasn't getting away from what she'd done, failed to do. Miranda was dead, and Miranda was all over Lily. Lily had to make things right.

She took a step toward the group. "Another high school girl was slaughtered today, found with her throat slashed by former high school journalist Lily Maclaughlin..." Her hand slipped in the bag, like she was going to pull something out.

"This was the beginning of a rash of murders plaguing Bayview Secondary School's students since becoming kidnapped for Survival of the Fittest, a terrorist game show where high school students are forced to kill each other over the course of several days."

Lily took another step forward, her voice a monotone. She was enacting living print.

"Maclaughlin is also implicated to be the killer in the latest murders of three more high school girls. All three were found shot multiple times by a high caliber handgun. It is suspected to be a crime of passion." Lily moved closer, her hand shuffling around in her bag as if she was having trouble finding what she was trying to grab.

"Bayview Secondary High School will hold a memorial service for the girls next week."
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Annaliese kept her eyes on Lily, trying to figure out if the other girl was wounded. Allie was the winner in the ‘who has a lighter’ game which was only a secondary concern now. Mostly because Jackie was brandishing a previously unmentioned weapon at Lily.

"Tell us where you're coming from and whose blood that is, and then maybe we can talk about food. We're not trying to die right now."

Fighting down the urge to smack herself in the face with her hand, Annaliese could only look incredulously between Jackie and Lily.

Seriously? Again?

*AGAIN* she had somehow wandered into a place where the people seemed normal and then revealed themselves to be psychos in sheep’s clothing. Okay, last time, she hadn’t wandered into them, they had wandered into her but same diff.

“Just..fuck me dead,” she pissily muttered as she gracelessly climbed to her feet, her first aid kit and weapon forgotten on the ground. Raising her voice, she waved her hands in what she hoped was a soothing fashion. “Oh-kay. Let’s just everybody calm down before this turns into a reprise of the Frankie and Ericka saga. I’m sure there’s a perfectly sane and logical explanation for all of this.”

She should have known better than to taunt Fate by giving it an opening like that. It was at that moment that Lily did her very best soulless robot impression, her monotone voice chilling Annaliese far more than her words. "Another high school girl was slaughtered today, found with her throat slashed by former high school journalist Lily Maclaughlin..."


Her jaw dropped at Lily's revelation. “Oh god,” Annaliese moaned, shaking her head sadly. “Lily, what are you saying? You killed someone? Who, Lily?”

Lily continued as if Annaliese had never spoken, advancing on the group. As Lily rooted around in her bag, Annaliese broke out in a cold sweat. ‘Dude, she’s serious. She cut someone’s throat. That’s someone’s blood all over her. OH GOD!’ Although terrified, she felt rooted to the spot. ‘Lily actually killed someone. Someone we all know. She has completely lost her shit!’

Lily took another step forward, still digging around in her bag as she basically outlined her plan to kill Annaliese, Allie, and Jackie in the same cold, expressionless monotone. Followed by the news of their memorial, like that somehow made it all better.

The sheer lack of emotion snapped Annaliese out of her stupor. 'Movement' had just jumped up to the number one slot on her brain's priority list, thoroughly displacing the previous front runner, 'understanding'.

“Well, fuck THAT,” she yelped, trying to step back herself and tripping over her own feet. Her legs tangling, she landed hard on her rear end. Crabwalking backwards, she tried to remove herself from Lily’s grasp.

WHATEVER had happened before Lily had met up with them had obviously driven her completely ‘round the bend if she thought that she could just explain her plan to kill them with her news ‘bot voice, discussing it like it was something unimportant like the weather or Britney’s latest breakdown and they would just sit there and let it happen. Someone had to do something!
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"Another high school girl was slaughtered today, found with her throat slashed by former high school journalist Lily Maclaughlin..."

Wait. Lily, THAT was her name.

She was ACTUALLY dangerous?

It took milliseconds for Jackie's mind to find the situation's new gravity. They weren't just swinging around wooden swords here. This was real, deep shit. Jackie hadn't expected this. She should have, and she thought she was expecting it the whole time- just not like this.

But Lily was still talking.

"This was the beginning of a rash of murders plaguing Bayview Secondary School's students since becoming kidnapped for Survival of the Fittest, a terrorist game show where high school students are forced to kill each other over the course of several days."

Jackie stood, keeping the blade in front of her like a tiny shield. "Lily, what the fuck are you talking abou-"

"Maclaughlin is also implicated to be the killer in the latest murders of three more high school girls. All three were found shot multiple times by a high caliber handgun. It is suspected to be a crime of passion."

"SHUT UP!"

"Bayview Secondary High School will hold a memorial service for the girls next week."

That was them she was talking about. This crazy bitch was trying to shoot them. Jackie watched the girl's hand, undoubtedly looking for the gun in the same way Jackie had just looked for her blade. She had seconds to act. She had to do something right now.

Before she knew it, Jackie was much closer to the girl. White knuckles clutched the blade that was now eighths of an inch from Lily's throat, with Jackie's other hand around the arm that rummaged in the bag.

"Get. Away."
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Lily stopped, the blade that Jackie held seemingly impeding her progress. Lily didn't seem to acknowledge it, though, didn't look at it. She just kept reaching in her bag.

"There appeared to be signs of a struggle. One of the girls had apparently attempted to fend off Maclaughlin with a bladed weapon." She said, keeping her monotone.

Headlines. Making headlines. Making the news. Now I'm the news.

Lily's hand closed around the book stowed in her pack. She pulled the book up, fast, sudden, like she was quick drawing a six-gun.

Her other hand dropped the bag. Lily's eyes widened, and she staggered back a half step. Something warm was running down her neck, something that felt familiar. She had trouble standing, as it felt like bolts of lightning were shooting from her neck to her head.

"Wha..." She tried to say.

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Blood.

Blood on her face. Blood on her arms.




Blood on the knife.




Lily was on the ground now, making these digusting gurgling noises as though she was trying to scream. Blood on the grass.








I did this.

Jackie looked at the blade. Yes, that was indeed Lily's blood on the blade that Jackie was indeed holding. Blood on the knife. She wanted to turn around, explain that it wasn't supposed to happen. She wanted to stand still so they would never see the blood on her face.



She could feel it. She couldn't look at them, but she could feel the other girls' eyes staring at Jackie's crime. She could no longer make them believe she was a friend now that they knew how disgusting she truly was.

Disgusting. That's what people were when they killed other people. When they watched the news or Law and Order or read the paper, that's what they said about the people who take the lives of others. That was what her mother would say. That was what Rebecca would say. And they would never want her back, even if she made it home. But it wasn't Jackie's fault.

With a coarse, raspy shriek, Jackie pushed the girl backwards onto the ground. Kneeling over Lily, she saw the wound for the first time, or at least, the blood that completely obscured it. The blood seeped all over the girl's front and the ground below her. It was on Jackie's hands now. Blood on her hands. Tightening her grip on the blade, she brought her hand over her head, punching it down into Lily's throat like an axe. More blood sprayed out, but the gurgling finally stopped.

Blood on my hands.
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She was on her back. The sky filled her vision. Lily still hurt, but it wasn't as bad

Shock?

as she thought. She felt better, though. Like she'd finally done something right.

Minimalism.

She's 13. Her mom missed her birthday.

"Where's mom?"

"Had to work late again, honey. She's on deadline." Michael tucks a cigarette in his ear, ruffles his daughter's hair.

"She's always late. Even today?"

"She's a journalist, honey. She's supposed to be out there changing the world."

Lily looks at her cake. Wonders if she can change the world by working late.




Lily saw the girl with the blade standing over her, looking shell-shocked, looking not much different than Lily when she saw the rest of Miranda's blood on her. She tried to say that it was ok, that this was what she wanted and deserved, but it only came out as a gurgle. She felt like she was breathing through her neck, if at all.

Clarity.

She's fifteen. Finishing up the touches on an article about basketball. Dad's watching TV. Mom's interviewing someone downtown.

"The Bayview team managed to pull out all the stops in the end, scoring a six point lead with two 3-pointers by..."

She forgot the player's name, but doesn't rifle through her notes. She doesn't like the sentence.

She crosses out 'pull out all the stops'. A cliche. Shoddy writing.

The front door opens. Soon, her mother opens her room, quiet. Denise doesn't want to wake her daughter. Finds her sitting at her desk.

"Hey, honey. Homework?"

"For the paper. Read it?" She leans aside to show Denise her work. Sometimes she's more copy-editor than mother.



The girl was coming down with the blade now, and Lily wished she could thank her. Thank her for doing what Lily couldn't do. She'd fucked up the headlines, turned in some bad copy, forgot to check her facts. Miranda was dead and Lily let it happen. Jacky was just her editor, teaching Lily a lesson about slowing down and re-drafting your work.


Details.

She's ready for the class trip. Bag's full of stuff; notepad, pens, camera. If something happens, she'll cover it.

Denise is there in the morning. A rarity. She catches her daughter on the way out.

"Want you to be careful, honey."

"I'll be fine. Nothing but a little class trip." Lily smiles, but stops. Denise isn't smiling back. Isn't a journalist, but a mom. Seems late.

"Seriously."

Lily nods and leaves. Can't shake the feeling something's wrong. Didn't see her mom crying with worry. Didn't see the fine print.



The blade sunk into Lily's throat.


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Andrea emitted a brief, warbling squawk that she instantly regretted when Kevin whirled around, his shovel raised like he was about to whack Allen over the head in some ridiculous Three Stooges parody. That guy was on edge, and she was this close to just taking off in a blind panic when Kevin lowered the shovel. Well, that was good. Although his line about wanting to go pray at the church sounded like total BS to her. And then he had to go ahead and bitch her out about ruining whatever stupid plans he had.

"Oh, COME ON," she interrupted. "Look, I'm sorry about screwing up your plan to go pray or whatever, but give me a break." She gestured to the group of girls behind them. "I mean, you seriously think those girls 'won't let you pass?' Dude, have you seen who's there? Jackie Myrie? Those girls are about as dangerous as a herd of, uh gophers or... OK, that's a bad analogy but you get the point."

Andrea glanced back at the girls, still talking to Kevin. "Hell, the two of us were just about to go up and say hi, so if you wanna come along with us for protection so you can get in the church that's fine by me and OK what the fuck are they yelling abou-- holy crap."

Yeah, it hadn't been until she'd turned around that she realized her prediction might not be entirely accurate. Now Lily Maclaughlin was standing there looking pretty fucking crazy, and the others were trying to get away, and--- holy crap again.

"Oh fuck.. shit's going down. Uh, hey!"

Andrea had no real idea what she was doing by trying to get their attention. Whatever this crazy shit was, it wasn't her business. Maybe it was just a gut reaction. But in any case, it didn't matter, as Lily made a move to grab something from her bag, and just like that, Jackie had cut her throat open.

"JESUS FUCK!"
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She'd- She'd-

The blood. Everywhere. Oh God, the blood. All over the floor. All over Jackie. All over her.

A split-second ago there was a girl standing there and now there was a broken corpse strewn across the floor. Jackie did this. The very Jackie she'd been travelling with since they'd woken up together. The Jackie she was almost starting to trust and she'd just killed her. Was she dead? She couldn't be dead. Just couldn't. No, no one was killing, she wasn't going to see any-

But they were and she did and there was a body right in front of her.

Allie turned away and slowly started to walk off, she wanted to go, to be alone. Think about what she'd just seen.

A cough. She hadn't noticed her slowly increasing breathing. Heart racing. Breathing heavier and heavier. Lungs tightening up. Harder to breathe. Oh no. Not now. A clumsy hand fumbled into her pockets, trying to find it. She needed it now, more than ever. Where had she put it? The one time she needed it and she couldn't find it. Why now? Why her? Harder to breathe.

At last. Allie grasped it, quickly pulled it up to her mouth.

Inhaled.

Relief. Breathing slowed. Slower, calmer breaths.

Allie turned back around. Better now. Scare over. Her eyes wandered, but she avoided looking to the ground. Avoided looking at the ex-student lying on the floor. Ex-student? Her mind was just making up as many ways to avoid calling it what it really was, wasn't it? She looked over at the others. Nobody could really believe what she just saw. Allie wanted to scream. Wanted to shout at Jackie for all she could, but the girl just couldn't manage it.

She looked to Jackie.

"Jackie...?" She shook her head. Disbelief, mostly. "What the hell did you just do?"
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Allen inhaled sharply when the boy actually raised the shovel. He instantly backed into a tree and bumped the rear of his head against the solid bark. The back of his skull smarted a little from the impact, but it was a lot better than receiving a hard whack over the head with a shovel.

It turned out that he wasn't going to be receiving that hard whack round the head anytime soon. Kevin wasn't going to attack him after all and had instead lowered the shovel. 'Good,' Allen thought, feeling very much relieved and choosing to ignore Kevin's insult directed at his travelling companion (because, to be quite honest, Andrea did tend to be quite the chatterbox). 'Whatever, panic over, now let's all just go meet the girls and see if they want to join us. Nothing to worry about now.'

Allen spoke way, way too soon.

He noticed Andrea had just started to panic a touch after observing the girls' actions with Kevin. Allen walked up next to her so he could get a clearer view of what exactly she was talking about.

"Uh, what's going on out-OH MY GOD!"

One of the girls (he didn't know what her name was) had just lashed out and sliced open Lily's throat. 'Oh no... no, not another death, not again! What the fuck is going on?!' he mentally cried out, clasping his hands over his nose and mouth. Lily collapsed to the ground with blood leaking from her neck and staining the front of her clothes, her body unmoving as it lay sprawled on the sand. Allen may not have been one of the best students in his biology class, but even he knew that the slash to the girl's throat was a fatal one. If Lily wasn't dead already, she would be dead very, very soon.

'Oh god, they've gone mad, they're going to attack anyone who's getting too close!' Allen thought, having missed Lily's insane ramblings and threats to shoot prior to Jackie's strike. 'They're going to kill each other! They-they're going to come after us next! Me, and Andrea an-and Kevin!'

"We gotta get outta here! Now!" Allen hissed, hastily grabbing his bags and starting to dash away from the building. After six or seven steps, he turned back towards Andrea to make sure she was following him and that he hadn't left her behind. "Come on!" he shouted out, resuming the sprint.

((Allen Birkman continued in Burn the Louvre))
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ET.Requiem
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"Look, I'm sorry about screwing up your plan to go pray or whatever, but give me a break. I mean, you seriously think those girls 'won't let you pass?' Dude, have you seen who's there? Jackie Myrie? Those girls are about as threatening as a herd of, uh gophers or something, I dunno."

Kevin frowned in annoyance. This really wasn't what he expected to hear. He figured that she would take a hint and leave him alone, but that prediction of his was wrong. "I think I'll just go ahead with my own plan, and-"

"Hell, the two of us were just about to go up and say hi, so if you wanna come along with us for protection or whatever so you can get in the church that's fine by me and OK what the fuck are they yelling abou-- holy crap."

He would've lost his temper if she hadn't pointed out the struggle that had just begun. With a shocked expression on his face, he saw Lily try to pull something out of her bag and got her throat cut for her trouble. When her bloodied corpse fell to the floor, Kevin was reminded of the murder he saw in the woods earlier. With a heavy gulp, he forced himself to focus on the present. He didn't know why this happened or what the girls would do next, but this murder broke his plan. There would be no forgiveness for him today.

"We gotta get outta here! Now!" Allen had the right idea here. Getting caught and swarmed by these girls wasn't something he wanted to risk. Running would use up even more of his energy, but it was worth the cost. Escaping them was absolutely vital to him. He backed up a few steps and looked behind him. Allen was sprinting away with his bags in his hands, while Andrea was standing there like an idiot.

"Screw this. I'm not going with you guys, but I wouldn't stick around here if I were you." Kevin shouted at Andrea before he ran off. "Good luck, chatterbox! You're going to need it!"

((Kevin Harding continued Keep Yourself Alive))
Edited by ET.Requiem, Nov 25 2010, 03:56 PM.
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Annaliese could only stare in horror as Jackie went all Conan the Barbarian on Lily. Her mouth moved several times as her brain tried to come up with an appropriate response. Apparantly, her brain had decided there was no appropriate response to watching classmates attack each other. Again.

She just stared at Lily's corpse, the only outwardly visible sign she was thinking was a lot of blinking as she processed the scene. 'Holy shit, Jackie went all Highlander on her. Just...fucking went for the head. Holy shit, dude. Holy shit. Not that Lily wasn't about to do the same to us. I think this place has warped the Golden Rule. It's not 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you' anymore. It's more like, 'Do unto others before they would do unto you'. So Jackie went all medieval on Lily because Lily was about to go medieval on all three of us. AND, had apparantly gone all medieval on someone else. So Jackie was protecting us. But Jackie had pulled her weapon on Lily BEFORE Lily had apparantly turned sanity's corner. Unless Jackie could tell Lily was about to just lose it completely?'

Her thoughts circling in on themselves, Annaliese reached up to rub her forehead. Nothing here was cut and dry. There was no black and white. Just a billion shades of gray. Either way, perhaps this was not the best place to be anymore.

With that in mind, Annaliese scooted back until she was within arm's reach of her bag and quickly gathered her belongings. She heard Allie's question to Jackie and just shook her head. "Okay, you know what? This whole thing has just been entirely too real for me. I'mma get the hell outta here because...well, yeah. Much as I appreciate you doing your thing, Jackie, it's almost like there's a rage virus here or something. And I'm not looking to be next on your Quickening list. So I'm out. See ya."
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Andrea sure as fuck was following Allen right on out of there. Kevin Harding had taken off too, but not before sending some stupid comment her way. Yes, because she was totally planning on inviting him to stroll around the island with her.

Anyway, this whole detour had been a godawful waste of time. Maybe she'd think before acting next time. Or not.

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She was dead and you did it. No. Yes.

I'm not a- you are a murderer.






Jackie dug her knife into the ground. It rubbed off some of the blood, but in the end the knife had only gotten dirtier.


Finally, she turned around. Surely they'd forgive her. She didn't have a choice. They would be grateful. She saved them. Yes, that's what happened. She acted out of courage and compassion or pure bloodlust.

But that was not gratitude sprayed across Allie and Annie's faces. It was shock. It was betrayal. It was blood. They did not come up to Jackie, thank her, tell her it was alright, she'd done what she had to do. They simply stared up at her with those infuriatingly dumbfounded expressions.

Finally, Allie spoke.

"Jackie... what the hell did you just do?"

Fucking idiot. She could see what just happened. She had- she had- you killed her.

"Wait!" Surely she could still convince them she wasn't the enemy what a lie. "You guys saw! She had a gun! She was going to kill us!" She grabbed the bag and frantically looked through it. Books, pens... where the hell was that gun?! Jackie finally turned the bag upside down, emptying the contents onto the ground in front of her.

No gun. She wasn't a threat at all.

"No!!!" It had to be in there. There was no way this girl had said she was going to shoot them if she didn't have a gun. She kept looking, throwing aside the non-weapon items as she looked. "It's in here! Where the fuck is it?!"

Anneliese stood. "Okay, you know what? This whole thing has just been entirely too real for me. I'mma get the hell outta here because...well, yeah. Much as I appreciate you doing your thing, Jackie, it's almost like there's a rage virus here or something. And I'm not looking to be next on your Quickening list. So I'm out. See ya."


No.

She wasn't leaving. She didn't get to. Not like this. She wasn't getting the upper hand here when she hadn't done anything to earn it.


"DON'T FUCKING JUDGE ME YOU BITCH!" Harsh shrieks followed Anneliese Hansen away from the church. "YOU DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!"

But she kept walking. Just like that. Left. Right. Left. Right.

"YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! You didn't do anything... you didn't do anything..." Jackie repeated these words as long as they still felt useful.

After all, she was the one who had done something.
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The look on everyone's faces told the whole story. Allie was still struggling to figure out what had just happened when Jackie finally replied to her question. She shouted, turned the bag upside down and emptied it out. There was, according to Jackie, a gun there. One that the girl was going to use to murder them all.

"...A gun?" Allie couldn't see a gun, nor did she remember the girl having a gun... she had one though, right? Jackie wasn't losing her mind, right? She'd done the right thing for them. Hadn't she? "Jackie, what... what are you talking about?"

No. No justifications. Jackie had just murdered someone in cold blood. There was never a justification about that- Annie left. Allie didn't blame her. Jackie started screaming. Allie started backing up. She said nothing, she wasn't in a hurry to be next on Jackie's hitlist. No, that'd suck.

It'd been a fun ride while it lasted, really, but Jackie was losing her marbles and Allie was losing faith in her and what was she thinking Jackie just killed someone she had to get out of there. Just running wouldn't work. She'd get a couple steps maybe before she'd have a problem, but if she stayed with Jackie what was to stop her what was to stop her from killing her while her back was turned? Allie needed to get out, and it didn't take her long to figure out how. She decided to play it Bogart, part on "amicable" terms.

She said nothing while Jackie was screaming at Annie, opting to wait for her to finish. Didn't want to make her mad. Wanted this to end well.

"Sorry, Jackie..." She shook her head. "But I've gotta go. See you later, okay?"

Allie packed up her things. She would have gone for the awkwardest parting hug ever, but she decided against it. She just said goodbye, waved to Jackie and with that she was gone.

((Allie Walworth, continued in The Lord's Mercy.))
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Just walk away, she silently coached herself. Just keep walking. Do not turn back. Do not engage. Just let her yell. It doesn't mean anything.

Annaliese hunched her shoulders as Jackie continued to hurl insults. Unable to let a verbal assault go unchallenged, she turned around to look at Jackie while continuing to walk backwards.

Of course she managed to turn around *just* in time to watch Allie abandon Jackie and make a beeline for the exit. Annaliese sucked in a hissing breath through clenched teeth. Oh man, if Jackie hadn't gone completely whack-a-doodle after killing Lily, then Allie's abandonment would probably push her right over the edge. Although, ditching your friend after they saved you was pretty cold blooded. It definately made her rethink her image of Allie.

"Dude, Spaz-mo-tron," she called out, trying to give Allie some time to put some distance between herself and Jackie. "Nobody's fucking judging you!"

She paused as she realized what she was saying. "Okay, well...*I'm* not judging you, anyway. I just think we need to all take a breather from each other. Before anyone else loses their head...I MEAN TEMPER!" She winced at the Fruedian slip. Way to practically draw a giant arrow to the fallen Lily, self. Taking a deep breath, she tried one more time.

"If we meet up later, hopefully you won't be all raving crazy and we can all get along. If not," she trailed off as she looked at Jackie. Who stood alone, covered in blood with a bloody weapon with only the dead for company. The whole scene did not bode well for Jackie's mental health, in her opinion. "Well then, I hope we don't meet up. Vaya con dios, man."

Annaliese snapped off a sloppy salute before swinging back around and booking it out of the area. Better safe than sorry.

((Annaliese Hansen continued in Just a Kid, Napping))
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And that was it. Jackie was now not alone, Lily's right there all alone. Mentally exhausted, Jackie collapsed, her bags to one side of her, and the knife to the other.

Several hours passed, and when Jackie's eyes opened once more, the sky was orange and fuschia with sunset. She had a headache, but she was less angry now, and regained the ability to think clearly not long after awakening.

Not that she needed it, really. Her mind was blank as she grabbed whatever food she could from the remaining bags and stuffed it into hers, along with the knife, which she unsheathed from the ground as though she was inheriting England. That was all she would need.

Thoughts finally trickled into Jackie's head as she began her trek away from the parish. Now that there was blood on her hands, she thought, there was no way she could go home. She was a criminal, and a disgrace to the only people she cared to return to. Stupid Lily MacLaughlin had made damn sure of that. Really, there was no point of staying alive here. Not that she would do that for lo-

Jackie wasn't going to be alive much longer.

That hadn't occured to her for some reason, or it had and it never really hit her like this- at most, she had a few days before someone else cut her down the way she'd cut down Lily, especially now that she'd probably pissed off karma. This was the time to do whatever the hell she wanted while she still could.

She wrought her brain for crazy end-of-the-world hijinks she could engage in- this was so much easier when it wasn't actually happening- obviously, the current situation sliced up the list of possibilities a bit.

Jackie's End of the World Hijinks
~ Vandalize Bayview Secondary
~ Shoplift entire Hot Topic

~ Prove self better than that bitch Anneliese Hansen
~ Piss in boys' bathroom (?)
~ Travel the world
~ Feed several entire turkeys to stray cats


That left a couple options- go to one of those abandoned towny area things and find a boys' bathroom, or find Anneliese Hansen.

Jackie smiled a little. For the first time in days, she wasn't quite wandering aimlessly- and she wouldn't wander again until the day she died.

[[JACQUELINE MYRIE, CONTINUED ELSEWHERE. THREAD CLOSED, FINALLY.]]
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