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Topic Started: Nov 15 2010, 02:50 AM (5,600 Views)
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((Isabel Guerra continued from Day of the Dove))

Isabel marched silently along with the group as they left the green and went in search of someplace to bathe. Bathing sounded good. She was dirty, the top of her head was greasy, her curls were frizzy and she was disgusting. Her face was stiff from all of the tears.

She didn’t feel much like talking. As soon as they had left she pulled her ipod out of her bag and left it on shuffle. She couldn’t hear anything outside of her music. She made a little world for herself where she could think. It was just as well, she was sure that if Dave tried to speak to her she’d snap at him. They had walked for hours, but she didn’t mind. She actually sort of liked the exercise. Isabel began to get hungry again, but she almost didn’t even care enough to eat. She was comfortable in her walking and she felt like stopping to eat would distract from her comfortable, numb world of one foot in front of the other.

And then they stopped. Charlie yelled something and Dave ran forward. Isabel picked up her head and tugged the ear buds out of her ears. There was a girl. She looked pretty badly injured. She just stood and stared as Dave took the girl down to the river. What else could she do? Dave was the muscle and Helen had mentioned previously that she was going to a good university to be a doctor. Isabel instead trudged over to the curious things that were beside the girl. A few soda cans were on the ground. She picked one up, it felt heavy. Isabel tipped it to the side and a bit of water came out. She put it down and picked up a knife. The knife had something lumpy and strange on it. She brought it to eye level, turning and inspecting it. She turned back towards the girl in the river.

It looks like she's got quite a story.
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Isabel looked down at the paper, then back up at the girl. A quick glance around the group, down at the paper, back to the girl. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She stood up, taking two slow steps back, head still shaking.

The terrorists are going to get her. If they weren’t one hundred percent sure of what she’d done before, they sure know now that she’s smashed a camera with no consequence. They’re going to be out for her blood. I’ve seen this show, Danya isn’t a good loser. There’s nothing to stop him from sending five heavily armed guys to the island, having them walk right up to Liz and shoot her in the head to take out a possible hiccup in his game.

And just like that the speakers screeched and the voice of a man who wasn’t Danya came on. She looked up and listened. When the announcement was over she closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, opening them to look at the group.

“…..well that was a bit much.”

He had said pretty much all that she thought he would say, though the hunting down of allies and the random explosion of collars was unexpected. They had covered all their bases and so swiftly crushed Liz's plan that Isabel almost gave them a slow clap. Isabel looked away from Liz, she wasn’t looking at anything in particular, but she couldn’t look at the girl. It was difficult to look at someone who had had their hourglass turned upside down and was running down to the last grains of sand. She was dead alive, and if someone didn’t kill her soon, Danya would do it himself. Isabel heaved a heavy sigh and looked down at Liz’s shoes, still not at her.

“You had to have expected that, though. You spat in the face of dangerous people and you couldn’t think that they weren’t going to retaliate.”

Isabel walked back to where she had left her bag. She opened it up and stuck her hand inside. Next to the bag was the knife, the knife she had dropped that belonged to the girl. A special prize to anyone who killed her, and she was as good as dead anyway. The thought crossed her mind briefly. Her hand found metal and she pulled it up, close to her.

Carefully, steadily, she walked back to Liz.

“Sorry.”

She dropped a tin of crackers in her lap. Isabel couldn’t kill someone for trying to escape a bad situation, but she also couldn’t stay with someone who was clearly done for. Still, she felt bad and giving her something helped assuage the guilt.

“But, I can’t stay with you. Take this; you’ll need it more than I will.”

She turned and walked back towards her things, picked up her bag, but turned suddenly.

“I hope I see you again. I really do.”

((Isabel Guerra continued in The House of the Rising Sun ))
Edited by Ruggahissy, Dec 10 2010, 08:41 AM.
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