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When My Fist Clenches, Crack It Open; Day Four
Topic Started: Nov 24 2010, 02:23 AM (4,031 Views)
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Where modesty's ill manners, 'tis but fit that impudence and malice pass for wit.
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((Lillian Hayes continued from Where Do You Go from Here?))

One of Aaron's followers was definitely still following him, despite her body's protests. Lily felt an oppressive weight on her muscles, like they were turning into sacks of pudding. Her steps began to falter behind Aaron's, to the point that Aaron almost left her field of vision, vanishing into the trees. Whenever that happened, Lily frowned and forced herself into a running gait until she was right behind Aaron again, then went back to walking. Thus the process repeated for most of the third night and the fourth morning.

As Aaron turned and smiled at a camera for reasons that escaped her, Lily considered talking to him, asking him if it was possible to sleep. His gang had marched through the woods for the what felt like an entire day; she knew that she kept going from dusk to dawn with no sign of stopping. Now that she thought about it, was anyone else still following the two of them? She hadn't heard a peep from Aileen for hours, and truth be told, she was afraid to turn her head and find no trace of her behind her. As for Richard, well, she would be surprised if Richard hadn't dropped when the sun went down.

She opened her mouth, then reconsidered. Aaron was the man with the plan, and she was more than willing to follow him to the letter. Stopping to rest now would recharge them, sure, but for every hour they rested, someone else would likely die. Too many people had died already. This was just a test of Lily's endurance, and she didn't want to fail. There was too much at stake.
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((Man I'm slow. Sorry.))

Lily saw Aileen bringing up the rear just after she came to a stop. Good to know. But she didn't look quite as patient as Lily did at the moment. Aileen peered curiously at Aaron's notebook, wondering what the heck he was writing in there. "Well?" she asked, causing Lily to look over at Aaron, too.

Aaron seemed annoyed by Lily's question, but decided to call her over and share his notebook with her. Lily blinked. Aaron was actually going to share his plan? Suddenly her curiosity was piqued, and she deliberated looking over their shoulders without permission. She almost took a step, then leaned back, switching between positions a couple times before deciding to go through with it anyway. She'd be able to follow Aaron's plan better if she knew what it was, after all.

What she saw was actually rather inspiring. Aaron's thinking was perfectly sound, but after reading his notes, Lily started to get a niggling doubt in the back of her mind. The island was a big place, big enough to give space to over two hundred people, and the terrorists would have picked the best hiding spot they could think of. For all Lily knew, the generator was buried underground, surrounded on all sides by a foot of reinforced concrete.

Then again, maybe the wires would prove to be a better target. If they were as fragile as she thought they were in the cameras themselves, maybe they'd be just as fragile as they came out of the generator. Better yet, maybe the gang could follow them from a camera to find the generator.

Oh, but what if the island had multiple generators just in case one of them failed or was sabotaged? Lily's head swam with all of these thoughts that Aaron's plan had germinated; she found herself opening her mouth to ask to write in the notebook herself when Aaron snatched it away. Then someone else got the trio's attention.

Her first thought was that more people were along, and that they could be helpful to Aaron's plan. Aaron was already taking initiative and asking them to come out unarmed. She looked up at them and felt a wave of apprehension sweeping over her, for reasons she couldn't put her finger on. She didn't know either of the two people in the distance, but neither of them really gave her a good feeling. There was also the fact that the tall, muscular guy did not drop his weapon as Aaron had suggested, and instead joked about shooting the one in the business suit!

"That's... that's not funny," Lily stammered, unsure as to the wisdom of contradicting the athlete with a loaded weapon. "Don't even kid about stuff like that."
WickedIcon: i just launched a baby wearing a denim jacket and a bowler hat across a hospital, through a window, killing several patients, destroying thousands of dollars of equipment, and finally coming to rest on the body of a presumably dead clown
WickedIcon: this is the best dollar i've spent in several years

chitoryu12I have yet to find gay sex that involves the men punching each other. I must not be on the internet enough

Turning Pages: Read some books along with me, why don't you?

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((I'm going to skip over Geno... again... in order to get Lily out of here.

When Lily told Rob that his joke was in poor taste, her voice barely audible (or so she thought), he looked at her and and stared daggers into her eyes. Anything else she wanted to say died in her throat, and she could have sword her heart skipped a beat. There was hatred in that glare, seething, burning hatred wholly out of proportion with what Lily said to him. Such a reaction from an armed man worried her.

Once she knew that Rob Jenkins was a murderer, it only got worse. Aaron confirmed the fact, and Lily tried to connect the dots just after it would have made a difference. She knew his name sounded familiar somehow; she'd probably heard it on the announcements. Only killers and victims made it on there, and since Rob was dead, it limited his options.

Did she ever talk to Rob during school? He was probably an athlete, but she didn't remember ever seeing him work. Did he play hockey, basketball, soccer? Was he this angry at school. It couldn't be. She didn't want to believe that. It was the game. The game was making everyone crazy.

Her eyes turned to Aaron; she wasn't sure he didn't go a little crazy, either. He refused to back down from Rob, his mind surely racing to figure out how to get out of this. "A-Aaron," she said, "can we go? They're not interested in joining-" She caught herself in the act of hypocrisy before she finished the sentence. At the house from before, Lily wished that the crowd of people could have joined them in their quest to escape, that Aaron hadn't played hardball with them. Now she wanted to get away from more people just because one scared her half to death?

It was probably something she'd blown out of proportion, but it only served to highlight how truly unprepared for this game she was. This compromise would only be the first of many, and when she got out with everyone else, it would take years, decades maybe, for her to reconcile the old world with the new. She didn't know what worried her more, the possibility that she wouldn't make sense of it all, or that she might never get the chance to.

She wanted to be anywhere else right now. She wanted to meet with GodSpeed again, all of them, dead and living. Even if it meant seeing Rachel again, she'd take the opportunity in a heartbeat. She wanted to help Roland with his homework, and get help from him in return. She wanted to see a movie with her dad, go to the park with her mom, practice her gymnastics routine like nothing had ever happened.

Aaron didn't listen. He was too concerned with his version of the events, a paranoid fantasy in any world but this. A rustle in the bush gave him a new tangent to follow, introduced another face only he knew, the face of another murderer. "Aaron, please," she said, trying to get his attention as he threw baseless conjecture around like dried rice. "Aaron, you don't-"

And then the shots rang out. "AARON!" she shrieked, looking forward again to see the bullets impact Rob square in the chest.

She looked back, and Aaron, was running, followed by a furious Aileen. She had no choice but to try and catch up with them, try and make sense of Aaron's actions. She was sure that she'd still follow him as long as he had his plan, but that didn't make being around him any easier.

She just didn't want anyone else to die.

((Lillian Hayes concluded in You Don't Have to Do This))
Edited by Solitair, Jan 6 2011, 05:00 PM.
WickedIcon: i just launched a baby wearing a denim jacket and a bowler hat across a hospital, through a window, killing several patients, destroying thousands of dollars of equipment, and finally coming to rest on the body of a presumably dead clown
WickedIcon: this is the best dollar i've spent in several years

chitoryu12I have yet to find gay sex that involves the men punching each other. I must not be on the internet enough

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