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Breaking Down the Wall; Private thread
Topic Started: Jan 3 2011, 03:34 PM (1,843 Views)
JamesRenard
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((Marco Stonecastle continued from Final Third Foul))

The warehouse had only lost its danger zone status a couple of hours prior to Marco's arrival, who was feeling borderline depressed when he turned up. The events at the docks still haunted him, even though it had all happened over a day ago. Phil, dead. Jimmy, a killer. Jennifer, abandoning them all. Alex, revealed as a traitor.

The announcements over the course of the day and just that morning only made things worse for the blond-haired boy. The Huskies were splitting apart, bit by bit. Three (four if he counted Dan Kensrue) were now dead and three of the remaning hockey payers had done the unthinkable; they'd murdered other people. There was no chance of the team having a happy reunion, and Marco was having a hard time accepting that fact. They were people he thought he could trust.

'Trust... look what happened when I trusted people. One of my friends died and we grouped up with a psycho or two,' Marco bitterly thought. He'd decided to go it alone, teaming up with no one, not if he couldn't trust anybody on the island. That was one problem solved, but that still left him with a predicament. One that concerned the major objective of Survival of the Fittest.

Marco just couldn't bring himself to kill anyone. Ever since he'd found out about his father and the horrific act he'd done, he'd vowed never to turn out like him. Murder was quite out of the question. Then there was his bright idea of trying to protect the group from coming to any harm. That had failed in quite possibly the most spectacular fashion ever with the death of Phil.

So he couldn't kill and couldn't prevent the killings. He was useless, there was no place in the game for him, and he knew that all too well. All he was doing was delaying the inevitable. 'So why not speed things up a little?'

He looked up at the building standing before him, staring at the roof to gather the height of it. It was quite tall, easily two or three storeys high. 'A fall from there would be fatal, wouldn't it?' he wondered. A smile creeped on his face as an idea formed in his mind, causing him to chuckle at how he never thought of it sooner. It would be so simple; he'd find a ladder or something leading to the roof of the warehouse, and then he'd just launch himself right off the structure to his death. It would be quick, probably painless (if it was, the pain shouldn't last that long anyway) and he'd at least deprive one of the many players of a kill. It was a win-win situation.

He approached the warehouse at a quickened pace and started to walk parallel to one of the walls, seeing no sign of a ladder or stairwell. "C'mon, there's got to be a ladder around here somewhere," he grumbled under his breath, turning the corner of the building.
Edited by JamesRenard, Jan 10 2011, 07:07 AM.
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As soon as he turned the corner of the warehouse, Marco saw a boy sitting down against the wall. He stifled a gasp and immediately ducked back round, out of the person's view and pressed his back tightly against the brickwork. 'Who the hell is that?' Marco thought, slowly edging towards the corner again and taking a peek. He squinted his eyes and adjusted his glasses to get a better look at the stranger. Brown haired with red streaks, wearing a distinctive white jacket and trousers. Marco's eyes widened. 'No way... Maxwell?'

Marco quickly ducked round again, his breathing quickening as the realization sunk in. Maxwell Lombardi, the Brit who'd been a bit of a dick in school, the Brit who'd now killed several people over the past few days. 'Holy shit, holy shit, it is him, it's fucking Maxwell Lombardi! Oh crap, I gotta get out of here...' Marco started to slowly make his way away from the building, but stopped and turned back to face the corner of the building Maxwell was located behind.

"Wait a minute... what am I running for?" he whispered.

Marco had originally come to this place with the intention of dying. Why, when there was a prospect of being killed by someone else, was he chickening out now? Marco trekked back to the wall and bent down, thinking hard. Maxwell... how many times had his name been read out in the announcements? Five, six? Far too many to keep count of. He was a mass murderer, that was all Marco needed to know, and he'd only continue to keep killing. Someone needed to stop Maxwell, before another innocent student died at his hands.

'I could stop him,' Marco thought, glancing towards the corner, suddenly wondering how that thought had managed to get into his head like that. Stopping Maxwell essentially meant killing him. Killing. Murder. It was an action that Marco had always viewed as barbaric. His dad had killed someone whilst committing a robbery, Jimmy had killed Phil in an act of savagery. 'This... this is different though. Yeah, it's not like Maxwell doesn't deserve it. Yes, yes, it's only one death to save countless others! It'll be a service to everyone on the island!'

He unzipped the duffel bag, slowly in order to keep the sound to a minimum, and retrieved the candelabra. 'Run out there, a quick whack to the head, make sure he's dead,' Marco mentally planned with a grin on his face, 'and then, find that ladder and take a running leap off the building.' He stood up, abandoning the bag on the ground and approached the corner of the warehouse. Taking a quick look, he could see Maxwell still sitting in the same spot. 'Here goes,' he thought.

Marco dashed around the corner and charged towards Maxwell with heavy footsteps, the candelabra gripped tightly and raised high in his hand.
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'Fuck. Fuck, that smarts. FUCK!'

Marco had not expected Maxwell to turn the tables so quickly, and it was all because of his stupid glasses. One minute they were being used to help him see, now they'd just been used to harm him instead. One stray shard of glass, instead of being brushed off his face like the rest, was instead pushed deeper into his skin. His hands were slightly cut up during the effort as well; it felt like he'd been given several paper cuts, tiny nicks in his flesh but they HURT. 'Goddammit Maxwell, where the fuck are you?!' Marco furiously thought, turning blindly in every direction for the blurry white figure.

There was a gunshot, and Marco's right knee literally exploded a mere millisecond after. That was swiftly followed by a second loud crack, his left kneecap blown to smithereens before he could register what the hell had just happened. Marco howled out in pain, pain that was much, MUCH more intense than what he experienced during the hockey accident all those months ago. His legs gave out and he collapsed onto his stomach like a felled tree. As his chin hit the ground, one of his braces tore free from his teeth and dug into his cheek and gums, drawing blood. Marco moaned and tried to lift himself up from the ground, panic washing over him when he realised that he couldn't feel nor move anything below his thighs. 'Oh shit, oh shit, this ain't goo-'

Three more gunshots. Three more bullets that pierced his spine and internal organs. Three more reasons for Marco to cry out louder in agony. The entirety of the lower half of his body went dead. As he writhed as best he could on the floor in the middle of a growing puddle of blood, his mind was buzzing, thoughts flying through his head. 'No...! Maxwell can't win! This isn't fair! Maxwell doesn't deserve this! I was supposed to stop him from killing, not become his next victim!'

"It's... not fair..." Marco quietly groaned in between shallow, rapid breaths, a small amount of blood trickling from his lips. Tears welled up, stinging his eyes. He couldn't put a stop to Maxwell's killing spree, and now he was going to pay the ultimate price for his failure.

The last thing he saw was a white and black blurry shape zooming straight into his face - he could've sworn it was a hockey stick that was about to make contact. Unbearable pain coursed through his nose and mouth as whatever it was struck with full force, breaking cartilage, bones and a couple of his teeth. And then everything went black.

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What Maxwell didn't count on was that the kick to Marco's head had, spurred on by the previous trauma the boy had received during the hockey accident, knocked him into unconsciousness rather than just dealt him a painful blow. As a result, Marco no longer felt any of the pain Maxwell had inflicted as his body slowly bled out, something he would have been eternally grateful for had he been capable of conscious thought. So he just lay there, unmoving and dead to the world until he eventually succumbed to his wounds.

Slowly but surely, 'The Wall' was finally brought down.

B146: MARCO STONECASTLE - DECEASED
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Edited by JamesRenard, Mar 6 2011, 07:49 PM.
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