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The Various Downsides of Becoming "Paranoid as Balls"; The Return of Everyones Favorite Stoner/Perv!
Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 11:14 AM (4,690 Views)
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((Jay Holland continues from One of Three))

Saturday!
Where else are you gunna go?
There's no way!
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way!
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, to rock and roll, rock and roll...


Jay ran as fast as his skinny stoner legs could carry him. Huffing and puffing from exhaustion he flew through the bushes for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day, the sound of nearby gunfire echoing in the forest.

WHY THE FUCK DOES EVERYONE KNOW HOW TO USE A GUN.

Letting loose a war cry Jay jumped a nearby fallen branch, and fell hard, his shoelace caught on a twig. Smacking headfirst down in the dirt, Jay turned with annoyance to look at his shoe, tugging it in an effort to get it loose. Another gunshot echoed through the forest and Jay began to tug at the shoe more desperately. He scrambled down and tried to rip apart the offending lace that was snagged, sweat streaming down his face, his heart pounding so fast he was sure he was going to have a heart attack.

FUCK YOU ADIDAS.

His heart still pounding, Jay removed his left shoe, leaving it stuck in the bushes. Squirming around he grabbed his pack and hoisted it onto his back. Then with one nervous glance about, Jay took off once more through the forest, ripping noisily through the foliage with reckless abandon. He cursed as his foot slammed down time and again upon exposed roots, sending jolts of pain up his leg.

"Fuck! Ass! Fuck!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as he barreled through the trees, his voice hoarse and barely there after so many hours of constantly screaming.

The way Jay figured it, if there was someone on the Island who hadn't screamed at the top of their lungs at least once already they were probably either already dead, or fucking crazy.

Jay wasn't fucking crazy. Yet. But he had the sneaking suspecion that he would be soon if he kept running around like a porn star with his dick cut off.

Slamming through a particularly thick bush, Jay glanced up to see to his surprise what appeared to be an opening of some kind, a gate and... buildings?

Be still my beating heart, FOOD IS THERE!

Jay's stomach growled in answer as he bumbled through the brush and finally came upon the old rusted gate. A large sign overhead proclaimed the area to be a "Fun Faire". Jay had been fond of Fun Faire's as a kid. It was one of the only times of year when his Mother would splurge money and allow him to spend a day eating what he wanted, riding what he wanted, and overall having a shit-ton of (legal) fun. To see one on this death island was unsettling to say the least. Jay was still shaking and breathing hard, he bent over to cough and hack up phelgm. Looking down at the disgusting substance as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, Jay for the twenty-second time that day (He'd counted) called Danya a fuckbutt.

Looking back towards the forest, Jay cleared his throat and adjusted his hat. He'd had no idea where he had been for the last two days, or however long it had been since he'd discovered Maria's body. He still shivered at the thought of what had occured, and had pushed the incident as far back as he could into the recesses of his mind. Unfortunately the recesses of his mind happened to be extremely shallow and again he felt the details bubbling up inside him and he felt his entire body shaking like a leaf. He'd heard distant shots a few times on his trek through the woods, and after two "Announcements" the death toll was hovering around 40. Apparently that was a new record.

On the plus side, Jay was not last.

On the down side, Jay was going to fucking die.

"Fuck you... woods! For getting me lost! I hope someone comes and cuts you down, and turns you all into fucking porno mags, so- so- then fat people will jerk off on you!" He spat in the direction of the woods. "Motherfuckin' woods! If I survive this, I'm gonna' burn down the fucking Amazon!"

Jay turned back towards the fair, his entire body still shaking. He gripped his shoulders as he walked, trying his hardest to still his chattering teeth at the very least.

Come'on Jay, come'on! It isn't so bad. No one's shot at you ye- well wait, Fatty John did. Okay it's so bad. It is VERY bad. How the fuck am I going to learn how to shoot a gun? How the fuck am I expected to kill people!? I don't deserve this! I don't deserve to live either, I mean- just what the fuck! What the fuck do you think I'm gonna do Danya, play? I can't kill my friends, I can't just shoot people in the face an- fuck! I should have watched more SAW films, then I'd at least be used to all this gore. Danya, what a fat fucker. I wonder if he has a puppet.

...They're gonna kill me. Fuckin' Sunil, wherever he's at. He pretty much made that fucking plain when I nearly headshotted him. Who can fuckin' blame him? But I did say sorry. For all the good that fuckin' did me. I wish this was like the A-Team, where people only get shot AT, not SHOT. I could deal with that! But- that crazy fuck, she killed Maria. And if she killed Maria, how the fuck can I expect her to hesitate when she's firing at a skinny ass stoner? She won't hesitate! I've got no fuckin' skills! I nearly fucking died the first night out!


Jay grimaced as he recalled the painful memory. Unable to remember how to start a fire, Jay had simply decided to go to sleep near a small creek, sans blanket due to heat. He'd rolled in during the night and banged his head off a rock, nearly awakening everyone in the forest with his cries. The second night had been no better. Camping on a hill, wrapped in a blanket, Jay had rolled off down a slope and smacked chest first into a tree. A fatal combination of pain and constant annoying as fuck bugs had kept him up nearly the entire night.

I can't even take a shit with the cameras watching me! Where the fuck am I going to dropa' deuce anyway? Did Danya just expect that 200 kids on an Island wouldn't take a shit? He could have at least put a few restrooms around!

Jay laughed bitterly as he made his way through the fair ground, shaking like a leaf.

"Someone's gonna kill meeeeeeee, someone's going to keeeel meeeeee...." He said to no one in particular as he stared around. The faire seemed unusually quite, strange considering the amount of noise he had been making. Had he scared everyone off? Jay highly doubted he could scare anyone off. Jay had done quite a lot of thinking over the past three days. He'd thought about his parents. He'd thought about his killer, and who would win Survival of the Fittest. He thought about shoving a large stick up Danya's ass. Mostly he thought about Maria Santiago and Sasha Grey kissing. On an Island devoid of comforts, all Jay could rely on it seemed were Lesbians.

Jay was suddenly aware of a sticky underfoot. Looking down, he saw to his suprise his sock, coated in blood.

Oh, shit. Did I step on a nail?


Raising his foot for a better look, Jay saw to his relief that it was not the case. He'd simply walked in a pool of blood.

Oh well, that IS a relie- wait what.


Looking up, to his growing horror Jay realized that the puddle of blood wasn't a puddle. It was a lake. And laying nearby, was a decapitated body. Jay stood staring at the decapitated corpse, his sock and shoe soaked with the boy's blood. It had been a boy he was relatively sure. The head was nowhere to be found. He stumbled back, letting out a terrified yelp. He grabbed his arms and holding them close against his chest he began to shake, looking at the terrifying scene.

"Holy shit! Dude! Are you okay!?" He said, his voice shrill and high. Jay began to jump around shrieking nonsense, his eyes wide with fright.

That's it! I'm fucking done! I'm fucking done, I'm out! I'm not gonna survive this, someone's gonna come up to me, all friendly and then BAM, headshot fucking headshot! Game over man! No more continues, no more weed, no more Jay Holland! Oh Holy Mother of Fuck, what I wouldn't give to be a starving kid in Africa right now! First they got Maria, now they got this dude, now it's Jay Holland! The stoner always dies! THE STONER ALWAYS DIES!

SAVE ME ALLAH.

Edited by Little Boy, Oct 24 2010, 11:40 AM.
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"GAHHHHH!!" Jay screamed, spinning around at Janet's words. Pivoting on his heel, Jay stumbled backwards, slipping in the blood and landed smack on his ass.

SPLAT.

Jay shut his eyes, trying not to imagine what he was sitting in. Slowly opening them he looked down at the mess, making a disgusted noise from deep in his throat. Raising his hand, now coated with the decapitated boys' blood, Jay felt his plus quicken. Ambling awkardly upwards, Jay wiped the blood on the front of his jeans before turning and trying to catch a glimpse of his backside. It didn't look good.

Aw man, it looks like I got assfucked in these! Fuckin' Shawshank Redemption, starring Jay Holland...


Jay giggled at his own private joke before turning to face the girl who had called to him. He froze, the laughter dying in his throat.

"Janet? H-hey..."

Janet. Janet Fucking Binachi. What were the odds? Jay awkwardly brought one of his shaking hands to his neck, rubbing his collar as the paranoia within him grew. If there was anyone Jay had hoped wasn't on the trip, it was Janet. He'd met the girl rather recently, at a party if he remember correctly, and he'd been near instantaneously floored by her. Alex's party if his memory served him.

Jay knew his friends, he knew Alex wouldn't go nuts or die easy. He'd heard nothing of Jasper, but he assumed dying was not on the kids' to-do list. Hayley had already killed someone, as alarming and completely fucked up as that was to hear. Jojo had been with him just a few days ago, and it was clear he was still the same ol' Jojo. Jay felt pangs of regret resonating in his mind with the memory of his sudden bolt from Jojo's group. He owed the kid, plain and simple for the way he had stood up for him. And what had he done? Run away like a little coward. It had looked like every one of Jay's friends would do fine in the event of Survival of the Fittest, barring Jay and Janet of course. Or so he'd thought.

How the fuck was I supposed to expect Janet to- to, to fucking snap and kill someone then!? I couldn't have. That just leaves lil' Stoner Jay Holland, the sole weak link, without the guts to kill and without the brains to stay alive...


"H-hey, Janet, how'set hangin'? Pretty fucked up 'ain't it. I- I just found this guy. I dunno what the fuck happened, I think someone chopped off his fucking head...."

BRILLIANT JAY. YOU ARE A FUCKING GENIUS.


Jay tried his hardest to keep his focus on the girl, but he kept glancing back towards the corpse, his speech slipping. Panic gripped him now, clutching him tight. Janet had killed a student, a boy named Everett. What had happened? Had he deserved it? She didn't seem fazed at all. Would she try to kill him too?

Stupid Jay stupid! Keep your eye on her! She's a killer, what are you doing looking at a fucking corpse, he's dead already, she's gonna' kill you!


"I-I've just been fuckin' around. I heard some shots earlier, I decided it was a good time to y'know, clear out- uh, you got a stick? Hockey stick? That's cool. That's cool. I saw uh, Jojo, he's with some guys. He's yeah, uh, it's pretty fucked up. I mean, I don't want to start loosin' my head or anything but..."

Jay trailed off, giggling like a little kid. Raising his bloodcovered hands to his face Jay absentmindedly began rubbing his eyes, trying to clear his head.

"Hehe, it's-it's not really that funny. But yeah, this is fucked up and I mean, look at me, I'm swearing more than Jimmy Brennan. That kids' such a fag... Apparently he's still alive an'... an' yeah, some other people..."

What the fuck are you doing making small talk!? She's killed someone! Don't fucking talk to her! Pull out your gun, shoot her in the fucking head! You can do it Jay, come on! She'll kill you, you don't want to die, not like Maria! It can't be hard, Fatty John figured out how to load a gun, you can do it to! You can get that crazy fucker who killed Maria, you- you just gotta' kill them because they're gonna kill you and you can't do shit!


"Anyways, what's up. You just been hangin' out in the uh, woods? I guess so, because we're all in the fucking woods and uh,- yeah, just... just yeah, great to see you girl, you're looking fucking amazing for being out in the woods for- for y'know, just... yeah, some bad dudes 'round here. Some guys are goin' just- just going crazy trying to keep their head...," He giggled again, trying to clear his throat.

"Wow! Yeah, I'm just wow!, it's great to see you. Fucking throat is killing me. Got any tic-tacs? So what have you been up t...-where you headed now...? I'm sweating, you sweating? It's really hot out. REAAAAAALLY hot out today..."

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Jay let out a sigh of relief. Slowly, ever so slowly, he could feel his heart-rate coming down. He shook his head, letting out a nervous giggle.

"Man... oh man, Janet, that's just- that's fucking amazing- hearing that. That's just fucking golden. I mean, I saw you and...'"

He laughed again, scratching the back of his head. It felt good to laugh again, it felt good to not be scared out of his mind for once. He needed to get back to this, shove the paranoia out of his mind. He wasn't dead yet, and Danya and his games weren't going to dictate his actions. This entire Island was still filled with plenty of friendly faces. Despite the corpse laying a few feet away, Jay was feeling calm for the first time since he'd seen Maria's body.

More like the first time in three days...

"Man, I don't even know what I was thinking. I mean, really, it just- it just had to be that yeah? What you said. Now that I really think on it, it's the only thing that makes sense. Everett attacking and all that... Man, I was thinking you were like, you had a gun and it was you who was... y'know, just forget about it. I'm just rambling, my nerves are shot to hell and back. Not much use for me here, y'know what I mean? I mean, this is just like, the first fucking good news I've gotten in what seems like forever."

Jay took off his hat, wiping sweat from his forehead. Taking another deep breath, Jay continued once more.

"Yeah, you're fuckin' dead too. About the Announcements I mean. It made it seem like you straight up stabbed the guy in the face from what Danya said. But I mean, Danya is a fat fuck. Who am I gonna trust, some fat, greasy-ass bastard who kidnapped me, or my buddies? I shoulda' know, I shoulda' done some thinking before I jumped to conclusions. Man, it's just.. it's just good to see a friendly face. I was beginning to think I was the only sane man left... except y'know... Jojo. I saw Jojo awhile back. He's good. I think I told you that already. Uh..." He began to giggle again, a smile creeping across his face.

"I've not really been doing much of anything at the moment. I don't really have any skills. I- I found this guy, already here. Dunno who did it, don't really want to meet them. I'm not even sure who this kid was... I hope we don't know him."

The thought of it being Jojo suddenly flashed through Jay's mind and he found himself spinning around to look back at the corpse. He let out a sigh of relief. The boy didn't look like his friend, but all the same the idea of Jojo laying dead with his head lopped off sent chills down his spine. Jay cursed himself silently under his breath as he turned back towards Janet.

Jeezus. Jojo... I gotta' find Jojo. He'll fucking hate my guts for running like a coward.., but shit, he'll understand. I'm not cut out for this. He knows me, he'll make an exception... I NEED to start thinking. I- I can't let paranoia get to me. Janet is still Janet, and Sunil isn't some crazy ass Indian terrorist. He may have been talking big, but he couldn't have killed me. No one could have killed me... Well, that's not true. People are killing people. That much is fucking obvious. Heads are getting chopped and people are getting shot, and it looks like half this fucking Island is going insane. But if I don't stop and fucking THINK I'm going to get dragged along with them. I can't keep thinking the next person is gonna blow my nuts off, I can't stay like this, running through the fucking woods with no map....

MAP.

THE MOTHER FUCKER GAVE US A MAP. I'VE HAD A MAP ALL ALONG AND-

FUCK YOU JAY HOLLAND, YOU STUPID STONER DIPSHIT. YOU STUPID MOOCH, YOU STUPID LAZY ASS- JUST...RGHHHHH!


With a firm smack across the head, Jay brought himself back to the real world. Blinking he looked about, noting to his displeasure he was still on Deathmatch and Senseless Murder Island.

"Don't mind me. My brain has been goin' funny ever since we woke up here. I've been jumping at everything and y'know that's not how I like to do things. Not one bit... So... what do we do now? Sit down and have some tea with the Marie Antoinette here?"
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Jay could feel his hormones rising up, swallowing his common sense. He drummed his fingers together as he made his way with Janet over towards the Carousel, trying to avoid breaking into a grin. It was impossible but it was true. He'd met Janet. She wasn't crazy. She was even acting FLIRTY.

For a class trip, this isn't so bad after all...

"Oh yeah, that sounds like a great idea! Yeah, Carousel. I fuckin' loved those when I was a kid. This one time, me an' Jojo rode one, and I think he gave some booze or- or something before and I puked all over this little girl, and I got kicked out- and- that's not really all that funny, but yeah- it wasn't really a bad thing, I mean, the Carnies probably sprayed her down and I'm talking too much, and- point is. Let's go sit and just calm down. Well, me calm down. You're plenty calm..."

Jay scratched his head and looked around, unsure of what exactly he should do. Should he tell Janet about the gun? About Maria, and the crazy bitch who'd killed her? She'd certainly benefit from that knowledge. What was the girls name? Jacky? He was pretty certain it was Jacky. But then again, Jay was forgetful. It came with his profession. His gun shifted uncomfortably in his pants and he adjusted it as he walked with Janet. He wasn't exactly sure why he had put it in his pocket, he didn't know how to use it and it wasn't even loaded. It made him feel safer, all the same. Gangbangers suddenly made more sense to him.

Coming up to the Carousel, Jay jumped up atop it, climbing over the bars then turning back to help Janet.

"Care for a helping hand?" He said, smiling. It was unbelievable that he had such good luck, encountering someone he knew, who was still entirely sane.

I may be useless, but I'm still a gentleman... I wonder if Everett was a gentleman.

Jay felt a sudden surge of fear, deep within him. Could he really trust Janet, with only her word to back it up? It wasn't paranoia, was it? Jay didn't know what to think. At the moment, he didn't WANT to think in the first place. At the moment, he could be at any carousel he wanted, a thousand miles away from this place with Janet, a smoking hot and very cool girl by all accounts.

Caution was never useful before, I mean, fuck! Being impulsive is what got me introduced to this chick in the first place... Maybe I'm just thinking too much. Maybe with Janet, I can get out of here... Maybe with Janet, this entire place will just lighten up a bit...
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Jay jumped nearly ten feet in the air at the sound of another voice, alarm bells ringing inside his brain. He scrambled about towards the edge of the carousel, spinning around on his knees trying to locate the voice. As his eyes rested finally on the boy, Jay began making a strange gurgling noise, unsure of what to say. As he looked down towards the object at the boys' side, a high pitched scream finally erupted from his throat. It was pointy, it was sharp, and as far as Jay was concerned, it sealed his fate. The alarm bells in his mind increased in volume, drowning out all rational thought.

"Oh SHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!" He cried out, lunging back towards his bag and the very possibly bewildered Janet. His brain was racing. The boy had come upon them out of nowhere, and he was STILL entirely undefended. His hands shaking, Jay suddenly found it impossible to open his bag and retrieve his pistol. He gave up.

No no no no no, shit shit shit!


Jay spun back towards the boy, who he now recognized as Nick. Jay shook like crazy. He suddenly felt like he was back with Fatty John and J.J, standing in front of a loaded shotgun. Could he outrun him? He doubted it. He was decent in a scrap, but life or death? Absolutely not. Jay was useless. And Nick was probably going to kill both him and Janet, with whatever the fuck he was carrying. Jay would have spent more time wondering what exactly it was, if the situation was less dire.

"Stay the fuck where you are! And what the fuck is that thing? What the fuck are you doing, just - just all just, sneakin' up on me like that?! Can't you see I'm busy? I'm busy!" He screamed, his throat hoarse.

I just got cockblocked!


Jay burst out into a hysterical laugh at his own thought. He stumbled back once more towards the center of the carousel, scanning in all directions. Was it just Nick? He couldn't see anyone else. But then again, he hadn't seen Nick either. Could Nick have a partner? Had it been Nick and a buddy, firing off shots earlier? He was bouncing in every direction at once and every exit was blocked. Jay could blame no one but himself. He began shaking more profusely as he stood on the carousel, unsure of what exactly to do.

Stupid Jay, STUPID! You had all this time, all this fucking time to learn how to work the gun, to- to fucking think things through and what have you done?! What the fuck have you done?! You've done shit all, and now it's gonna end, your luck has fucking run out- dry! You deserve this you stupid idiot, do you think you can be civil and just coast through this place?! You understand you're gonna fucking die, so why won't you change that?!


Spinning towards Janet, he considered the girl for the first time.

Was this a setup?

The idea planted itself in Jay's mind and dug itself in, spreading its' roots, infecting his thoughts. It all started to make horrible, horrible sense. Janet couldn't have done it alone. She must have had a partner. The kid from before, it could have been exactly like this. And he'd went with her, believed her.

"Oh no, no no no, what the hell, come'on..." He murmured, snatching up his bag before stumbling to the edge of the carousel once more. "What the hell, did this- come ONN! Come on! I didn't do anything!"

It all makes sense. She's killed before, she probably has no- no qualms or whatever, about killing again! She's working with him! She's gotta be! That's why she's being so nice, she- she didn't act all flirty before, did she? Was she like this before? She wasn't! She's different, somehow, she's- oh god! Oh shit, oh god, they're gonna get me! Both of 'em, or more, or- or whatever, they're gonna win and I'm gonna get my ass killed!

"Both of you, just- just fuckin' stay where you are! I got a gun! I swear to fucking god, I got a gun! I'll shoot your asses, I got skill, I've played CoD! I'm a junkie man, I know how this shit goes down! So- just-" Jay swung his pack around and began to wrestle with it, finally opening it and grabbing his weapon, Jay let out a near hysterical laugh. Yanking the Nambu Pistol free, Jay pointed it towards the ground, gesturing to make sure the pair got the jist of what he was saying.

"Suck on this! Suck my 'gat motherfuckers! I don't want this, I don't wanna die! So just leave me alone, you crazy bitches! Keep that THING away from me Nicky! Or I SWEAR, I SWEAR! I don't care what you guys want, you're gonna kill me if you keep fucking SCARING me like this!"

He began to back up, towards the edge of the carousel, his face red from yelling, his throat raw.

"Holy crap, can't you people remember anything from Bayview?! You don't fuckin' sneak up on people when they're just chilling! That's likely to get your balls cut off! And now it's likely to get them blown off! You don't just run around with a fucking HANDSAW, shit, that one chick got KILLED with something like that! You don't do that! Not to me, otherwise I'm gonna' go crazy! I'm going crazy! How'd you do this Janet?! Is this your idea of a joke! It's gotta be a joke! This is all just a joke, friggin' kid, over there his head is gone, I asked him what was wrong I just I can't- I can't- this isn't even LOADE-FUCKSHIT!"

Taking another step backwards, Jay fell off the carousel, smacking his head on the ground. The rest was stars.
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"Ohhhhh I really love you baby! I love whatcha' GOT! Let's get together we can, get HOT!"

Jay took another strum on his air guitar, a wild grin on his face. The stereo was blasting KISS, he could barely hear his thoughts over Gene Simmons wild screams. He did a slight spin on the hardwood floor, turning towards the couch at the other side of the room. His grin widened. Continuing to strum his imaginary guitar, Jay slowly glided his way across the floor to the figure sitting on the couch, clad in only a blanket.

"Love gun! Love gun! Come'on, sing! It's literally like, two words repeated over and over again. A pretty girl like you shouldn't find it that hard."

Janet Binachi raised her eyebrow and seemed to study the wiry stoner for a second. She let out a barely audible sigh as Jay bopped back and forth in front of her, every so often strumming the front of his sweater. She crossed her arms underneath the blanket. She was mostly covered safe for her long legs, her feet touching the ground she traced circles on the floor with the tips of her toes. That was just fine with Jay. In fact, the entire situation was just fine. He was alone with a girl, a NAKED girl, and the stereo was rocking all his favorite tracks. And he hadn't even popped an boner, at least not yet anyway. That would change. Jay spun and casually flopped down on the couch next to Janet, wrapping his arm around her. He really owed Alex one. Jay's apartment was, to put it bluntly, a pitifully small, pitifully cluttered mess. Bringing a girl back there might end up killing her, and Jay’s mom was never the most tactful person. The idea that Alex would agree to renting out his basement for Jay to make sweet, sweet love was crazy enough. What was crazier was that Alex had agreed to it. Jay thought at least, that he had agreed. He was pretty positive.

With a final pound of the drums, KISS faded out and a new track began to play. Joe Strummer’s distinctive voice began to flow out of the speakers. Jay leaned back letting Janet rest her head against his neck.

“Daddy wasss, a bank robber!” Jay sang to himself as he casually drummed his fingers against his pant leg.

“I thought you didn’t like The Clash?” Janet enquired, looking up into his eyes.

“Oh no, I don’t dislike them. I’m not really a punk guy, but this- this is some good stoner music if I do say so myself, y’know? Good chill track, kinda’ funny lyrics too.”

“Funny? Do you think that’s what they were aiming for with it?”

“Well, no. Probably not. I just kinda think it’s funny. The- yeah. Idea. Of his Dad, stealing stuff, and he’s just all chill, singing about it. It’s just a funny song.”

“It’s more sad then funny…”

Jay looked down at Janet. The girl had yet to break her stare. It was starting to creep him out, not that that would matter in a few minutes. Jay wondered why exactly he was so damn attracted to the girl. Was it her personality? The way they’d met? It was probably that. One of his crazy gambits, actually pulling off for once. It was too bad they hadn’t gotten to know each other more before….

Before… Something? Jay’s throat was itching. He coughed, clearing it.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Sure you’ll be able to keep up with me? I don’t need you wheezing and catching your breath every two minutes… at least, not in that way.”

Jay tightened his grip around her, smiling like crazy. If there was a definition for a perfect day, this was it. He glided his hand over the blankets, slowly parting them…

“Woah, woah. Calm down there.” Janet suddenly said, brushing his hand away. The grin died on his face, at least momentarily. Janet pouted and lightly slapped him on the side of his face. Her stern attitude melted away as a smile danced across her face. Jay found himself sighing with relief, although he couldn’t be sure why. The chances of getting laid were 100 to 1. What was there to worry about?

“I’ve got a little surprise for you Jay. It’d be rude to start without it…”

“Oh, now you’ve got me going! Surprise? You should know, I’m TERRIBLE with surprises. I never know how to act. This one time, J.J, he bought me this CD, Judas Priest, and I fucking LOVED it, but I didn’t know exactly, how, y’know to thank him. So, yeah, if I seem underwhelmed, know I’m not! Because really, anything from you will be awesome.”

“Something tells me you’ll have a suitably excited reaction Jay…”

“Oh. Well, great!”

The stereo switched tracks. The Fallen by Franz Ferdinand began blaring, much louder than the last track had been. He gave Janet a quizzical expression, gesturing towards the speaker system.

“Well, that’s kinda weird. Song wasn’t done yet. I was just getting into it t-“

Janet leaned in and kissed him. Jay’s brain went numb. He closed his eyes… for how long, he wasn’t exactly sure. Jay suddenly felt strange, as if a sudden weightlessness had taken hold of him. He heard upstairs a boy speaking. Jay felt a surge of panic, had Alex come home? It wasn’t Alex though… Just as suddenly as it had come on, the feeling was gone. Jay opened his eyes to find Janet lying down on the couch, the blanket tossed haphazardly atop her. The stereo was playing Bachmann-Turner, low and soothing. Jay collapsed down on top of Janet. She removed his hat, and began to playfully stroke his hair.

“Tsk tsk, Jay Holland. What does your mom think about your hair?”

Jay liked Janet. A ton. But damn, if she didn’t have the weirdest pillow talk at times. Jay brought his head up; she was still staring at him, straight in the eye. He could feel her fingers running over his scalp. It felt good.

“Lori? She doesn’t care. She’s kinda cool like that.”

“You call her by her first name?”

“Well, she calls me Jay. Makes sense to call her by her name.”

“You don’t call her Mom? Nothing like that?”

“I’m not one for formalities. Speaking of which, let’s have sex!”

“You’re abhorrent Mr. Holland.” Janet said with a giggle. “Can’t you control yourself? Wait a while longer?”

“Control was never my strong point.”

“Oh, that I know well enough. But I wonder, is that intentional? Your lack of control?”

“What?”

“Is it all a joke to you?”

“Well, if it’s not a joke anymore, I think I’d be able to tell. Is this like, a psychiatry session? Do you do this with every guy? ‘Cus if this is a test, I might have to borrow some answers...”

“Jay…? If I were to die… What would you do?”

Jay paused. The question was… Well, what kind of sexy pillow talk question was that? Thoughts started racing through Jays’ mind. He prayed to God that Janet wasn’t some psycho emotionally dependant girl. Jay had seen friends get stuck in that, get dragged down by that. That wasn’t him. He liked Janet, but he was prepared to backpedal. He didn’t need that.

“Is that all it takes to unnerve you?” She asked, turning her head to one side. She seemed rather disappointed. Jay didn’t like it.

“What? Unnerve me? I’m not unnerved. It’s kinda a strange question though… considering. Yeah. Where we are… That’s all.”

“Where we are? It’s a rather normal question, when you consider where we are. It’s no reason to run away. I was just wondering.”

“I’m not running away! What, you think I’m crazy? Look at you! Look at me! You think we just accidently fell like this? I’m just wondering what the hold up is.”

Janet wrapped her hands around Jay’s neck, tugging him closer. They kissed again. Jay tried his best to ignore his feelings… but they were growing stronger. Something was up. His thoughts went back to Janet, her… surprise. Jay had absolutely no idea what it was. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know anymore. What if it was something crazy, like a marriage proposal? No, Janet wasn’t crazy. She was normal. Then why was he shaking? Why did his throat hurt?

Jay pulled away, looking down at Janet. She had a smirk on her face, playful yet at the same time... there was something else. Jay didn’t know what was going on, but he had a feeling Janet did.

“Is there somethi-”

Janet pulled off the blanket. Jay gave a sigh of relief and lay back down, giving her a kiss, his hand running up and down her side. There was a knock at the door. Jay looked up. There wasn’t a door in Alex’s basement. Why WAS he in Alex’s basement? He looked towards the stairs. There was a creak as a figure began to descend. Jay felt a strange sense of dread build up inside him. Janet was talking again, but Jay didn’t look, he couldn’t look at her. Something was going on, something was definitely wrong. Something he should know, something he didn’t comprehend. It was bugging the crap out of him. Janet continued to speak, a voice in his ear, in the back of his mind.

“Jay? Do you do this on purpose? Do you laugh because it’s funny, or because you don’t know what else you can do? Are you afraid to try, afraid to succeed? Afraid of what they might think, afraid of what you may become? Are you afraid of failure? Or just plain afraid? Does it make it easier, when you avoid the big questions? Does it make the Audience love you? Does it make you worth saving?”

The figure began to make its way down the steps. Jay saw her feet first, bare and covered in dirt. She seemed to be wearing a skirt, blue with a white trim. Her shirt was bloody, her neck even more so. Maria Santiagio reached the bottom of the steps and turned to regard Jay and Janet with a condescending smirk. Jay was silent for a minute.

“Aw fuck.” He managed to say.

“Do you even think you’re worth saving?” Janet inquired.

“I still have her panties don’t I?”

Janet’s fist flew upwards, slamming into his nose. Jay flew off the couch and crashed to the floor. His head felt like it had been split open, blood streamed from his mouth. Jay curled up, looking from Janet to Maria, pain shooting through him.

“Is this an intervention then?” He coughed; his voice came out watery, blood dribbled down his chin.

“No. You don’t even think you deserve that.” Janet said, getting off the couch. She was still stark naked, but Jay took little comfort in the view. Maria moved in front of him to stand next to Janet. The stereo was dead.

“I have a rather low opinion of myself, don’t I?” Jay said, coughing.

Maria smiled and put her arm around Janet. The girls stood in front of him smiling. Jay noticed to his horror that Maria’s neck wound was still bleeding. Bright red blood coated her neck. Jay felt his throat throb, almost in sympathy.

“You don’t know the half of it Jay.”

Jay struggled, trying to stand. His legs felt glued to the floor. He gave up, looking up at the girls.

“So what. You’ve caught me! I don’t think I’m worth it. I’m not smart. I’m not strong. I’m a weak, stupid stoner, a party kid who’s got nothing going for him. You think St. Paul is gonna welcome me back even if I get out of here? What the fuck have I got to contribute to society? All I’ve got is Bayview. If I’m the last one, who do I have to entertain? What do I have to do? Nothing. Danya took everything. He took everything, gave me a pistol I don’t even know how to use and an audience. And he pretty much told me, ‘Entertain them Jay! Do what you do best!’ Well, I fucking choked. I’m not a killer. I can’t win this game. I can’t even stick with my friends. I ran from J.J, after he defended me. I can’t take this seriously. Even after you died, I can’t man up and take it seriously. That’s the real joke. It’s just easier to half ass it. So y’know. Fuck it. Maybe I should just die.”

Maria stepped forward, aiming a kick to his ribs. Pain shot through Jay once more as he rolled on the floor, this time however he was aware of where it was coming from. His head. He’d hit his head, off… something.

“This isn’t real!” He shouted out. Janet stepped forward and leaned down, aiming another punch towards his face. He vomited blood and lay still as the two girls stood overtop him. His guts were on fire, and sleep was a terribly welcome prospect. Janet leaned down, whispering in his ear. Her tone was harsh.

“Jay, listen to me. You’re smarter than you think. We can’t make you fight. But you don’t deserve to die, no matter what you keep telling yourself. Your friends LIKE you Jay. I like you. You are not useless. You just need to prove it.”

Jay shook his head, slowly and painfully. His throat was killing him, blood shot up through it, spilling onto the hardwood floor. Tears were in his eyes. Every word was torture.

“I... I don’t want to die…”

Janet and Maria moved forward, picking the limp boy up. They moved over towards the couch, placing him down in the middle. With a delicate hand, Janet reached up and pulled Jay’s head forward, shaking it. Jay blinked, long and slow. He was tired, suddenly very tired. The room was spinning, he could barely make out what was in front of him.

“If you don’t want to die Jay, then kill. Kill them all. It’s as simple as that.” Maria crooned, softly in his ear. He grunted in response, his eyes on the floor. She was bleeding on him. He could see his hands shaking, but he couldn’t tell why.

“Do… do you think, I’ll change? I could change. I could take it seriously. I need to. I can do it, can’t I?” Jay said, his head bobbing forward and back. Janet gave a slight chuckle, leaning in and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“No you won’t you big silly... You’re going to forget everything that just happened.”

“Ah. Shit.”

“Jay, you aren’t the only one out there, entertaining the world. It doesn’t need to be your obsession. It doesn’t need to kill you. You don’t need to kill yourself, not like this. Fight Jay, fight for me, fight for yourself.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Anything for you Jay.”

“Why does my throat hurt so bad?”

----

A gunshot rang through Jay’s mind and suddenly his eyes shot open. Taking a deep breath he spun about, the ground flying in and out of focus. Something was happening. His heart was beating like crazy. He flopped about on the ground, unsure of where exactly he was.

Rides. Rides… The fair.

He was at the fair, and shit was going down. He couldn’t see, his head was ringing and the only reason he was still awake was a gunshot. It wasn’t looking good. Scrambling about on the ground, Jay twisted about and finally saw the others. Teo and Nick. Janet. They were going to kill Janet; they were going to kill him. And someone was shooting, in the distance. Jay closed his eyes, his head still pounding. He struggled upwards.

“I… I thi.. the fuck is going on?” He managed to say, before once more drooping down to his knees.
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Jay stumbled and hit the ground hard as Janet jumped in front of him, her hockey stick up, ready to act. It was all happening too fast, the shapes were blurring together and frankly, Jay Holland was quickly becoming scared shitless.

“Wait! Wait wait, what the hell!?” He cried out, desperate to make himself heard over the sudden outbreak of chaos. Teo was running, somewhere, he didn’t know. There was another girl, and there was a gun. Somewhere, closeby, there was a gun and Jay was in a TON of trouble. But perhaps more importantly, standing but a few feet in front of him was Nick LeMonde, brandishing a very, very badass ax.

Or it would be, if it weren’t, I don’t know FUCKING HERE.

Jay scrambled on the ground, feeling at his pockets, his panic rising. His gun was gone. He had had it... earlier. Before he fell How did that happen in the first fucking place!? but now it was gone. Jay groped about in a blind panic, frantically ripping open his bag. It was gone, nowhere to be found.

Did he take it? Does Nick have it!? What did I tell him!? Is it still empty?

“Janet, the gun- shit, where did it go- I got the clip-“

The rest of it died in his throat. Nick leaned back and with one lighting fast throw, the ax was sailing towards Janet and Jay. It might have been cliché, but it was true. Time slowed down. Jay could feel his heartbeat, see Nick mouthing something as the ax left his hand. Jay didn’t know what he was doing; he didn’t even realize his feet were moving.

Jay you stupid fuck, you can’t leave well enough alone!

With everything he had, Jay flung himself towards Janet’s legs, praying he was faster than a flying ax.
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Jay staggered back as Janet tossed the pistol into his hands. Fumbling, the pistol clattered to the floor. With a flash he was down atop it, awkwardly jabbing the clip again and again into the butt of the gun. Casting nervous glances upwards, he watched Janet engage Nick again. She was barking orders, taking command. Jay was scared, but strangely relieved. He would be floundering on the floor if he didn't have a task at hand.

Teo. Take care of Teo. Right, do that! That's what I gotta do!

"I got it I got it!" He yelled at Janet, just as a cold click signaled that yes, he had indeed got it. Looking down with horror, Jay realized that for the first time in four days his assigned weapon was indeed loaded. Loaded, and ready to kill. Gulping down a sudden lump in his throat, Jay surged upwards and began walking with purpose towards Teo. Teeth clacking in terror with every step, Jay strode towards the crossbow armed Teo, the pistol up and pointed directly at the other boys' head.

Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ, what am I doing!? What the hell am I doing!?

"TEO! TEOOOOO!" He hollered, the gun shaking in his sweaty palms. The other boy wasn't listening. Another girl had appeared, shouting herself. It was getting too much, quickly becoming too much. The entire situation was chaos, and Jay felt his trigger finger tighten...

NO! CALM DOWN! JUST CALM! Get a plan Jay, those are good, stay focused, get a plan, get their attention, ATTENTION!

"CALM YOUR SHIT!" He screamed, waving the gun in the air. Jay stopped in the middle of the fairground, stomping his foot. He had to get their attention he had to be heard, and he had to get some semblance of order.

What now?! What do I do? This is fucking hopeless...

"TEO! TE- Oh fuck it! Motherfuckers! Listen to this!"

BLAM!

Jay screamed and ducked downward, the smoking pistol extended up in the air. His ears rang in a painful melody and he skipped and jittered back and forth on the spot. He had done it. Giving a loud whoop of joy, Jay righted himself and began to walk towards the students, a just little more confidence and swagger evident in his stride. Holding the smoking pistol at his side, Jay cupped his free hand around his mouth, shouting towards the disputing parties.

"SHUT THE FUUUUUUUUCK UP!"
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It wasn't doing any good. There was chaos all around him and a bullet wasn't going to dissipate it any time soon. Hell, it had done more harm then good, now that Jay considered things. Waving his arms like a crazy person, Jay tried his best to grab the attention of those in the vicinity. He cast a worried glance over his shoulder towards Janet who was scrapping with Nick on the ground. The girl was smart, capable, far more capable then he could ever be. That didn't mean she wasn't in over her head though. And if she was in over her head, that definitely meant Jay was absolutely fucked.

This was a bad idea. This was a fucking TERRIBLE idea.

Standing in the middle of the fair ground, Jay looked around at the sound of running feet. The girl with the gun, the one who had yelled before, took off towards the exit. Another girl had arrived nearby Teo, Gracie Wainright. Jay didn't know why the girl was there, but he didn't really care. She wasn't firing a gun or making crazy noises, so she certainly wasn't his problem. Teo on the other hand?

Teo was definitely his problem.

Snarling a curse, Teo raised his freshly loaded crossbow, pointing towards the downed and fighting Nick and Janet. The other boy wasn't listening. And why should he? He had murder in his eyes, and in absolute honestly it terrified Jay more then anything. Feeling another bout of shakes running up his spine, Jay shimmied his way over trying to block Janet from Teo's line of site. If anything, he could deflect it, block it-

Jay what the fuck are you thinking it's aFUCKINGCROSSBOWOHFUC-

The arrow whizzed past Jay's head, inches from his face. Jay let out a scream, toppling backwards onto the hard pavement. His heart was pounding. It had all happened so fast, it was almost unbelievable. What had he been thinking? Had he been thinking at all?

Just because you fired a gun doesn't make you fucking invincible!

Jay opened his mouth, words dying in his throat. The world was spinning suddenly, moving unbearably slow. Jay slid backwards on the pavement, away from it all, away from Teo, away from Janet and Nick. It was all too much. The bodies, the death, all of it. Jay Holland was not built for this sort of treatment. Jay Holland was built for easy living, sprawling out on an uncomfortable couch, watching TV, eating chips, tunes blasting from his radio. It was do or die, down to the wire. The way things were going, it was going to be Teo or him, one or the other laying dead on the cold pavement, just like the others... And Jay knew without a doubt where he'd be.

FUCK IT JAY, FUCK IT ALL. CUT AND RUN!

Jay bolted. Behind him he heard further shouts, and guilt almost encompassed him. Janet was back there, Janet who he had left to fend for herself. Janet, his friend, his... more then friend?

She'd understand! Fuckin' crap, she'd do the same! I can't take this! Gotta go, gotta- gotta-

The reason didn't matter. The game had changed everything. Jay ran through the gates of the fun fair as fast as he'd ever run in his entire life. With a crash the stoner disappeared into the forest, only slowing to pick up a lost Adidas shoe snagged in a bush.

((Jay Holland continues in "Grace" Under Pressure))
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