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Meet Again; All you've got is Pride and Glory. (Private)
Topic Started: Jan 3 2011, 08:40 PM (5,147 Views)
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((Tabitha "Tabi" Gweneth continued from Keep Yourself Alive))

Tabi Gweneth had been able to keep her smile from yesterday, despite still being on an island where she was certain to die. At first it left her confused. Wasn't it stupid to be smiling right now? She had nearly died multiple times, watched Keith die right in front of her. Yet here she was, alive and smiling.

Maybe it was because of what had happened in front of Imraan. Maybe it was the aftermath. The fact that Ivan was also smiling that made her glow. The Russian had been so quiet and reserved. The two of them had spoken to one another many times, but even so, the conversations they had were often short and went nowhere. Instead, there relationship was pricipally left to only silence. A silence that often left Tabi to feel so isolated and alone.

Not that she could really blame him. What would she be like if...if she had done what Ivan did? She had shuddered at that thought.

Tabi's thoughts didn't linger on that though, Ivan was smiling and that, surprisingly enough, was all she needed to see.

Ivan drew her attention to the distance. There seemed to be a small town in the distance. It had caught her off guard. The island she thought, was actually just that; an island. She didn't expect anything so substantial, but here it was. A full town, it wasn't anything extravagant, just rather quaint.

"Woah..." she said to nobody in particular.

Tabi walked closer to the nearby buildings. They were old, but they seemed sturdy, maybe they would be a safe place to stay. It was hard to believe that there was anything worse than what they had been.

She turned back to Ivan and walked towards him again. She found herself clutching her arm again and staring at her feet for a moment before looking up to Ivan.

"So...uh...are we going to go stay here you think? Or do you just want to get out of here?"
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Tabi Gweneth found it wierd standing in the house. It was by all acounts, undesturbed, and her thoughts turned back to home. She was standing in a place that was similiar to her own home. She stepped into the kitchen and found her self gazing at the cherry stained wood floors, the cabinets of a similar stain, and the polished countertops. It was like whoever was here had never left. The thought of people living here caused her to shudder at the thought of what happened to them.

Tabi didn't want to know the answer.

She heard the loud thunk from the stairs and turned to the sound. Ivan said that it was clear and it caused the young girl sighed in relief.

"All right, just be careful Ivan," she called out.

Now that she was alone, Tabi took to staring out the lone window in the kitchen. There wasn't much for her to see out there. She found herself just staring out at yet another building. Her thoughts lingered back to home and to how her mom and dad were handling this.

Her mom was probably forced to write about this for the newspaper. How her daughter was forced to try and kill people. How she had nearly died so many times. And how her father, who was already in a stressful job, she just hoped that they were doing okay.

She tried to shake her head to stop herself from crying, but to no avail. She lifted her arms up to whipe her face, but something stopped her.

Tabi felt two metal objects pointing at her temples. She gasped, opening her mouth to speak but the sounds of the clicks caused her to freeze. She had a pair of guns pressed against her head.

And then the wielder spoke...

Tabi let out another gasp. There was only two people that knew about her soiling herself. One of them was Ivan. The other...

"C-C-C-Clio..." she wimpered.

Her body began to shake again, causing the barrels on her pistols to tap against her skull. Her cheeks became damp with her tears. She was trying her hardest to keep silent, but the occasional sob escaped her lips.

It had happened again, she had been ambushed by someone and she was alone again. She couldn't call for Ivan now, she would be dead. It may not even matter if she spoke, she may not have much time to live anyways.

She was hoping her mom and dad weren't watching now...
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Tabi Gweneth felt her knees buckle sharply as Clio clicked them in. She let out a yelp as the killer tossed her to the floor. She landed hard onto the tile floor and she didn't move from that spot.

The world that Tabi was in started to spin around her. She could hear the sounds of a scuffle and she wiggled her body in an attempt to see what was going on, but she found herself struggling to do so. After several attempts, she tried another tactic. She rolled herself onto her belly and used her hands to push herself up.

Her arms were shaking with fear as she held her body up. The world was starting to spin, but it was starting to slow down finally. She blinked and tried to shake off whatever was ailing her.

There was a loud crash and her head turned over to the sound. There were two people grappling on the ground but her blured vision could not make out who they were. She stared at the two of them for a while before the identities clicked into her brain.

The one on the top was Clio Gabriella, she was a killer. She had almost killed her before. It was the person on the bottom, the person being punched repeatedly, that had saved her life. Ivan Kuznetsov.

Ivan's face was bleeding. Tabi had seen this scene before. Only it was Ivan who was on top. Keith Christoph...he was on the bottom. He didn't survive the onslaught...

Tabi had not noticed that she had stopped crying. The tears had all dried up. She had to stop this from happening, she had to get involved just like she had done to stop Imraan from shooting Ivan. But Clio was not Imraan.

She got off of her knees and slowly wobbled up to her feet. Her body wavered back and forth and after standing up, Tabi found herself falling onto her butt. Raising her hand to her head and blinked at the sudden ineptitude. Her head was screaming at her trying to keep her rooted to the spot.

Going back to her hands and knees, Tabi pressed on though, she had to stop this. She had to stop this from happening...
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Tabi froze once again when Clio grabbed the gun. She had it pointed at Ivan and he just...stood there. It felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room. All that was left was Clio, Ivan, and Tabi.

Clio was saying something, but Tabi could only make out some of the words. The rest was a murky haze. Then, Ivan was sent to the floor, reeling in pain. A squeak escaped her lips she covered her mouth. Clio didn't focus on her though. Instead she just continued on talking to the Russian kid.

Tabi found herself spurred back into focus. Ivan was going to die unless she did something. She had to get Clio to leave!

The rollerblader scanned the floor once more, trying her hardest to supress the pounding in her head. There was something fuzzy in the distance. It was metalic and so far as she could tell, it looked like it was a pistol. One of the pistols that Clio had used to threaten her.

She stretched out her arm, and was able to ball a fist around the handle and drag it to her knees. Tabi slowly lifted up one leg and tried to prop herself up. The spell of dizziness returned to her once more, but this was not the time. She couldn't let Ivan be killed. Not because of her.

Groaning as she propped herself up to her feet Tabi found herself fighting against another spinning world. She fought back and made the first step forwards. He legs were wobbling in complaint and her head hammered again and again.

Clio now had the gun against Ivan's head. She was running out of time! She stopped walking towards the two of them and she lifted the gun against up to her chest and pointed it at Clio.

"C-Clio!" she screamed.

Clio had turned to look at her and seemed frozen. She kept her gun pointed at Ivan. But now, all the attention was focused on her.

Tabi's arms were shaking as she held the gun. She was holding a gun and it was pointed at someone. This wasn't something normal. Never in her life had she expected to hold a gun at all. And here she was.

"P-please...let him go...I want you to leave...I-"

Tabi gulped, trying to keep her arms straight. No matter how hard she tried, she could not keep them still. Her trigger finger though, did not move an inch.

"I...don't want to fire this... P-please..."

Clio did not move at first, instead, she just grinned, and then a low rumble started. The rumble became a laugh. A laugh that caused Tabi's blood to turn into ice.

"You can't fire that thing," Clio said never breaking free from that unflinching grin, "Can you? I'd like to see you, of all people, try and take a life."

Clio then lifted the shotgun from Ivan's head, pointing it at Tabi's chest. The sweat slipped down her face and her breath began to falter. This was not how it was supposed to happen! It was supposed to be like Imraan. The two of them were supposed to make it out alive. They were all supposed to part ways and nobody got hurt.

Tabi had no response to Clio's retort. She was still standing there, quivering. Was Clio toying with her? Tabi was going to die now. She was pointing a gun at someone who had killed, how many again? It wasn't going to matter now. She had hoped that Ivan could escape. She hoped against hope that Ivan would be safe.

"What the ... Clio?"

Tabi's finger slipped...




There was a bang...
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Tabitha Gweneth was knocked to the floor.

And then, she heard nothing. All that could be heard, was a low whistle. She felt as if she was submerged in water, with no sound entering her ears.

She was staring at the cream stucco ceiling, strands of hair obstructing her view. Her chest felt like it was 500 pounds and it wouldn't stop its erractic beating. Every few breaths, a hiccup escaped her lips, but the sound, was not waiting for her.

It had escaped Tabi's notice, but her hands were still squeezing the hand grip. The sweat that eaked in, worked like a glue, binding her fingers to the metal device. Her arms could not stop shaking, causing the gun to bounce off of her chest.

The girl was lost in her clouded mind. What had happened? She was standing with a gun pointed to her only moments ago. And now she was on the floor, weezing.

Tabi finally realized the object in her hand. Had? had she fired the gun? No, she remembered now. She was trying to get Clio to leave. To stop them from firing the gun. Clio had pointed the gun at her in return. And now she was on the floor. Had she been shot? No. She was fine. Had she fired the gun?

No that couldn't be right. I never touch-

The sound started out muffled. And then it grew. And then, she heard it all...

It was the sound of screaming. The voice was familiar. And it caused the quavering girl to freeze.

Tabi mouthed a silent 'no' and closed her eyes. No it couldn't be. It just...couldn't be. She wasn't hearing what she heard. She didn't want it to be true.

And yet she rose up to look...

On the ground was a bloody, flailing form. The dyed hair stood out like a sore thumb. It was Clio Gabrella.

Tabi's jaw began to slack, and her heart began to sink deeper and deeper. The sounds that came from her mouth were unitelligable, blood began to spew from her mouth, trickling down her chin. Her eyes, the mismatched eyes of someone, who only moments ago, was the most confident and frightening person, were now full of tears. Full of fear.

Those green and brown eyes caused the skater to stare. They had her fixed to the spot. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't. Clio's eyes commanded her to watch. Every. Single. Moment.

The dying girl had turned to look at a boy. A boy that Tabi had not seen before. Crawling on her hands and knees, she moved in his direction. Clio was begging for his help. She was calling for him.

The boy knelt down, and Clio locked into a hug. Her arms gripped his neck, and her body shook with her sobs. She stared into her face, and said something, she could not hear.

Tabi finally was able to close her eyes. She could look no more. She squinted them tight, refusing to let them see the final moments.

As fast as the sound had returned to her. The sound came to a halt. And yet, it was the loudest thing Tabi ever heard. Louder then fireworks on the 4th of July, louder that the biggest plane, louder than any gun.

The pistol finally slipped out of her hands, piercing the silence with a low thunk.

Her eyes lifted, peaking into the distance. That was enough to see it all. Her body was limp and flopped onto the street. The trail of blood ran from Ivan to the boy. Hey mismatched eyes staring out, looking into the distance...

Tabi found her legs pushing away, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't. They just wouldn't come. The only thing she could see inside the clouded hum, was those eyes.

The girl scanned the room, she needed to hide. There had to be a place. Somewhere.

The room was sparse, there was nothing down hear that she could find. No chairs, no tables, no closet that she could see. All there was, was a corner. A lonesome, empty corner.

Tabi tried to walk. But her legs wouldn't lift her. Her breath started to waver once more. She had to hide. She was now a killer.

She got onto her hands and knees. And scrambled to the end of the room. Ignoring the carpet and how it burned against her bare skin. She rushed to that empty place. The place screaming for her.

The girl could hear Ivan and the boy talking, but all it was to her was chatter. There was a more important job at stake.

The corner was small, confined, but it was comfortable. The murderer had placed her back to the wall, and rested her head against its mate. Her limp arms wrapped themselves around her belly. A stray finger found a hole in her sleeve. A hole that brought back the eyes. The finger poked through, and began to massage her skin.

Staring down at the shag carpet, Tabi Gweneth; the murderer was left with her thoughts...
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Tabitha Gweneth was trying to lose herself in the shag carpet. It was her attempt to clear her mind of what had just taken place. What she had seen. What she had heard.

But the smell of the gunpowder was more pungent. The sight of the blood, the sight of the eyes, more vivid. The sound of Clio's death cries, louder. The memory stronger then her attempts to bury.

She had just killed someone. It sounded so plain when you said it. It was nothing compared to the action itself. The realization of what had happened, the sudden epithany that she and she alone was responsible for killing someone. Not just anyone, it was a fellow classmate. She had killed so many people, but what justification was that? The two of them had passed each other in the halls countless times. They had shared classes togeather. And now...



Thump

Thump

Thump



Now she was gone...



Shiiink



Now the world saw what she had done...



Thump

Thump

Thump



My...



Thump


A pair of white tennis shoes now stood where she was staring. The sneakers had lost their pristine shine, but the colour was still distinguishable. The white was speckled with a barrage of colours. There were flecks of green at the toe, mixed with numerous sploches of brown, and small drops of red. Signs of a long journey, and tell tale signs that they were witnesses...

Tabitha knew who those shoes belonged to, but she did not look up. If there was one thing that she could not allow herself to do. It would be to look up. Looking up to the owner of the shoes would be the death of her...

Fingers clutched her head and started to move her. She tried to force her head back. He was trying to look at her. It couldn't happen. Not now. Anything but that.

But she was not strong enough...

Ice blue. Unmoving. Invasive. The eyes of Ivan Kuznetsov looked at her with clinical observation.

Tabitha's legs squeezed into her body. She was squeezing her chest with her arms. She tried to wiggle back, wiggle deeper into the hole of a corner, but there was no room. No place to hide.

She said nothing. She could not voice a complaint. Ivan's gaze froze her.

His hand grabbed hers. Tabitha did not flinch. It was gentle, but they were rough. Traces of cuts lingered in that hand as it firmed itself against her sweaty fingers. She felt herself being forced up and her body reluctantly lifted up to her feet.

The buzzing sound returned, causing Tabitha to blink and waver for a moment.

She saw the door...



It was only a few steps away...


Tabitha's slick hand slid its way out of Ivan's.



Tabitha ran.



Something was wrong. As she ran, the world began to slide at an angle with every step. Her body was wobbling back and forth. The sirens in her head were trying to slow her down, but she wouldn't listen. She had to break out.

And just as fast as she had sprinted away. Tabitha was falling. The carpet cushioned the blow, but that didn't stop the pain. She let out a loud cry, and tried to scramble back to her feet.

She ran again. And faster now. Tabitha fell.

She tried a third time, and still. Tabitha fell.

Tabitha did not get up this time. Her body wilted into the ground. Letting the soft carpet absorb her.

She wanted to get away...

Tabitha wanted to get away...
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