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Topic Started: Dec 3 2010, 01:47 AM (1,761 Views)
Greg The Anti-Viking
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((Morgan Leftowitz continued from The Worst Bath Ever some liberties taken, fully approved by Dom))

Morgan Leftowitz was still regretting covering himself in the mud of the swamp even now. He had gotten over the inital waves of embarassment about how foolish he looked. It was so that he could avoid being bitten by the insects that resided in the swamp, and it seemed to have worked well, his bug bites were minimal, but now the dried earth clung to the hair on his arm. He continually picked at it and while successful, he winced every time he ripped a piece of dry earth off his arm or his now lightly stubbled face.

While he knew that asking for there to be no tension between the three girls was a hopeless request, but he had always thought that there was a chance. However, Morgan could feel a wave of discomfort behind him and felt compelled to check back often to make sure that the three of them hadn't started fighting again. He supposed it couldn't be helped. It wasn't as if the veil that Jen placed up for everyone had dropped yet, even though they had hiked their way up a great portion of the mountain in just over a day. Still, the prospect of freedom was enough to keep them going

He sighed, taking another swig of one of his bottles of water. It had helped him keep hydrated, but it was warm. The aftertaste of gritty earth mixing in with the liquid inside. The bread, while stale, did help bring some texture, but he ate that only sparingly, dispite numerous complaints from his stomach.

It was early in the morning when the announcement hit. He had practically ignored it at first, it was nothing but background noise to him.

But then, he heard a name amongst the killers, and his pace slowed until an eventual stop.

Illario Fiametta had killed someone. Illario Fiametta the Third had killed someone.

Instinct toldMorgan to turn around to Frankie, but when he looked at her, he received no hint of an expression. He said nothing to her, what was he supposed to say? What do you say to someone minutes after they find out their brother had murdered someone?

He only stared, waiting for a response...
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Morgan was looking for some sort of clue. It was the poker player in him. He was searching for some sort of indicator to find out how she was feeling. But it wasn't like what the movies advertised where there was one indicator that would reveal everything. How people were feeling, how they would react to something, they were an open book in the movies. There was just one problem with that...

Morgan tried to guage some sort of emotion, but whatever emotion that Frankie had right now was being kept locked inside. It had happened before with Jen from time to time after something like a particularily bad break up. If she didn't want to say anything immediately too him it was okay, they'd eventually talk about it over tea and call it a day. However, Morgan had a feeling that sharing over tea was not going to help matters.

Morgan cringed when Marion spoke. If there was something that was to be said to the sister of Ilario Fiametta...that was not what immediately came to mind. He knew she meant well of course, but the timing was all wrong. Asking why was not the right idea. But then again, he hadn't really come up with a solution to the problem himself.

Frankie was shaking profusely, but she still said nothing to the three of them. What on earth was he supposed to do? Consoling a relative of a murder victim was not exactly a forte of his. Hell he would have been shocked to think that any of them were very good at something this bad.

But standing still wouldn't be any good either.

Morgan slowly shuffled his way down the hill until he stood in front of Frankie. He towered over the girl and that made the knot in his stomach twisting tighter inside.

"Um..."

He stood there, for a few minutes unsure of what else he was supposed to say. He wanted to put a hand on her shoulder, tell her that it was all going to be fine. But that didn't change the fact that Ilario Fiametta III had killed someone after all.

"Uh...Frankie...I'm sorry..."

Morgan felt stupid in saying something like that, but what else could he do? This "game" had hurt so many people now. Morgan could feel his fists curling up as he turned his head back to Jen.

They had to get out of here...
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Morgan felt Jen's hand on his back. He turned and nodded when she suggested that she would take over. The idea was sound and quite frankly, Morgan was doing a terrible job at.

"Okay Jen..."

Morgan turned away and took Marion's offering of bread. He nibbled it gingerly, walking towards a rather large boulder. He turned back to look down upon the island that they were now living on.

If it weren't for the obvious fact that they were on Survival of the Fittest, Morgan would have admired the view more than he had. It was quite a rush to look down at how high the four of them had traveled in search of a way out. After several minutes, a fit of dizziness washed over him. He put his free hand on his head and leaned against the boulder as a way of stablizing himself. Blinking several times he saw something far off in the distance.

He had to whipe his eyes to see if he had gotten it wrong... It couldn't be...

But there it was...

In the distance at the northwestern tip of the island was a boat.

Morgan's jaw went slack. He tried to speak, but all he could do was smile. This was it. This was the answer that he and Jen had been searching for. It was just so perfect! All they had to do was go to it and then they would sail on it. Then they would make it home! Now, all that mattered was getting to that boat!

"GUYS!" he shouted, starting to run forwards, "Guys I found a way out!"

It was all too much for him to keep contained, he was laughing now. He was as giddy as he had been when he had won his first ever tournament on the internet. Though this was far sweeter to the reedy teenager.

"Look behind you!" he said, pointing his finger out to where the boat was, "Check it out! It's a fuckin' boat!"

He turned from the boat to the girls and then back to the boat. He pumped his fist up into the air and nearly started dancing before regaining a semblance of composure.

"We gotta get to that boat! It looks like it's fully operational. All we got to do is get to it! Looks like we just gotta get back through that swamp and then we'll be home free! C'mon lets go!"

Morgan didn't even wait for them to acknowledge him. He began to run down the mountain as fast as he could, nearly tripping over his feet multiple times, but that didn't matter now. They were going to get out of here. They were going to be free of this game!

((Morgan Leftowitz continued elsewhere))
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