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Take Back The Fear; Private Thread -- Sunrise Day 5
Topic Started: Jan 9 2011, 02:46 AM (3,519 Views)
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((Evelyn Reed continued from Revenge Is Best Served Cold))

Evelyn staggered towards the Hall of Mirrors. She had spend the night alone and terrified, wandering the island. She had gotten completely turned around in the dark, walking farther from the safety of her group. Over the course of the intervening hours, she had only managed to snatch small, fitful catnaps, every little sound or snap of a twig causing her eyes to fly open and her heart to race.

Her terror slackened slightly with the rising of the sun. At least now she could see where she was going. Not that that helped the growling of her stomach. She was as short on calories as she was on sleep. But catching up on food and water was about as likely as getting a full eight hours of rest since her bag with her water and carb rations in it was back with Thea.

Oooh, Thea. Please know that I totally didn’t mean to abandon you to the Geek Squad. I’m so sorry.

Evelyn ground her fists into her eyes to keep from crying. She was sure that she didn’t have any moisture to waste. Her lips felt uncomfortably dry, like they were about to pull and crack.

“Maybe…maybe someone forgot their supplies in the Hall of Mirrors”, she mused out loud to bolster her spirits. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and find a whole case of it. Or maybe I can convince someone else that they’ll get lucky if they share some with me.”

Running her hands down her formerly clean shirt, she grimaced at the accumulated filth. With a martyred sigh, she tried to brush as much of the dirt off in an effort to make herself presentable. Evelyn ran her fingers through her hair to get out any foreign objects and comb it a bit before putting it up in a messy bun.

“Oh-kay, Reed,” she coached herself. “Try to be open, try to be just the right amount of friendly: slightly needy and harmless but not desperate. If we find a guy, we should be just fine.” Stiffening her spine, she started up to the entrance to the Hall of Mirrors as the building was rocked by an explosion.

Falling back with a startled cry, she landed hard on her ass. Instinctively, she threw her arms up to shield her head and her face. When she lowered her arms, she was greeted with one of the most wonderful sights.

It was Staffan! Staffan would help her!

Scrambling to her feet, she let out a squeal of glee before launching herself at him. “Staffan! Ohmygod, I’m *so* glad to see you!” Tightly wrapping her arms around him, she pressed herself against him as she embraced him. She knew that Staffan would protect her until she could find Nik.

In her relief, she allowed her thoughts to become stream of conscious as she continuously chattered at him. “You would not *believe* the last day I’ve had. I was attacked by Meredith Hemmings. Do you know her? She’s the weird Goth girl who looks like one of those tragic velvet sad clown paintings. Anyway, she was in the river, butt naked, doing God knows what. So all of a sudden, while I’m trying to talk to Thea…you remember my friend Thea, the cheerleader? Anyway, then Meredith came out of the river, all pale and drippy and hit me! Thankfully, Thea was there and dealt with her. Then… then, okay, get this, okay? Then this Alex kid shows up with Charlene Norris, only his arm is like, disgustingly rotting off his body. And he wants us to cut it off.”

Evelyn shivered and pressed her cheek against Staffan’s chest. He was so warm and wonderfully solid. Not as solid as Nik, but she’d take him as a substitute until they found his brother.

She continued with her narrative. “Then out of the blue, Jason Clarke the In Crowd wannabe shows up and he does it! He just lops Alex’s arm off! It was terrible. Then we found out that Thea’s boyfriend James got killed and then I kinda got lost,” she sheepishly trailed off.

Glancing up at him through her lashes, she softly added. “I was so afraid until I saw you. But it’s all going to be okay now, right? You and I will find Nik and he’ll know exactly what to do.”

Sighing, she allowed a small smile to slip onto her face. “Nik will have a plan to save us. I just know it.”
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Things had finally turned a corner. No more freaks like Meredith or Alex. No more having to fear for her safety. Staffan would totally take care of her until they found Nik. Then, they would be totally safe because who in their right mind would go up against the Kronwall brothers?

No one, that’s who.

Her perfect sense of security lasted right up until Staffan pushed her away from him and began ranting. Eyes wide in shock, she could only stare at him as he roughly grabbed her and turned her towards his most recent victim.

Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit OH SHIT!

She remembered that Staffan’s name had come up in the announcements. He had killed someone. She hadn’t given it much thought at the time because, well, obviously, Danya had it wrong. Until about three seconds ago, she would have sworn on her life that Staffan would never purposefully hurt someone, let alone kill them.

But since he was manhandling her and showing her his handiwork, she had been wrong. So very wrong.

Oh God. Think! THINK, she silently screamed at herself. There had to be something she could say or do that would diffuse the situation. She didn’t want to end up like Darren. She didn’t want to end up dead. Feeling lightheaded, she wracked her brain for something, anything. Now that she needed it most, her infamous mouth was failing her. Her lips moved but the only sound that came out was a whimper.

"You're worthless."

The world spun and blurred as Staffan threw her to the ground. Nearly three years of tumbling lessons had taught her how to fall. Rather than landing flat on her ass, Evelyn twisted herself slightly and landed hard on one knee. Overcorrecting, she wobbled a bit and wound up on her hands and knees.

She hissed as a jolt of pain shot from her knee to her ankle. The landing hurt, but not nearly as much as Staffan calling her worthless. She had to explain to Staf that he was wrong. And she owed it to Nik to get Staf under control before he hurt himself, or more importantly, her.

She was completely unprepared for Staffan’s kick. It managed to catch her right under her ribs, driving the air from her completely. She collapsed, rolling onto her side a bit to grab at the injury. Evelyn had had the wind knocked out of her before, during a mishap during cheerleading practice, but that hadn’t been nearly as terrifying as right now.

Staffan’s blow set her to dry heaving once more. Evelyn weakly lifted her head, her body at war with itself as it fought to bring in oxygen and expel stomach acid at the same time. Eyes watering, she glanced up at the man looming over her.

Gasping out his name, Evelyn unwrapped an arm from her stomach and reached out for his leg. Why was he doing this to her? She didn’t understand. She’d never done anything to him, ever.

“Please, Staf. Please…”
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Evelyn shrank back as Staffan yelled at her. Every instinct she possessed screamed at her to keep as still as possible, to not do anything that would upset him further. Maybe if she didn’t offer any resistance she could just let him yell himself out. Then things would be okay.

Despite her best intentions, she couldn’t keep herself from crying out as he hammered her leg with another kick.

Oh God, this wasn’t working. Not moving wasn’t helping! Her thigh burned and throbbed as shivers of pain worked through the muscle. If she lived through this, if Staf suddenly snapped to and let her go, the there would be a hell of a bruise tomorrow. Oh God. If? *If* she lived through this?

When Staffan lunged, Evelyn let out a terrified shriek. “Staf! Stop! God, don’t!” She pushed at him as he straddled her, his weight and powerful legs pinning her to the ground. Frantic at the restraint, she tried arching her back in a futile attempt to dislodge the far larger man. “Stop, Staf, stop!”

Her cries abruptly stopped as Staffan reached down and grabbed her chin, his fingers cruelly digging into the soft skin of her jaw. Knowing it would only be worse if she fought him, Evelyn allowed him to turn her head.

"See...no big hero going to save you. No one to give a damn about you dying."

She knew he could feel her trembling. Her lower lip quavered as she realized he was enjoying this. He was actually enjoying doing this to her. What had she ever done that made Staffan hate her so? Afraid to look at him, a single tear tracked down her temple as she squeezed her eyes closed.

"Very wrong brother. Very very wrong."

Her eyes flew open at the sound of Nik’s voice. She could hardly believe her eyes as Nik struck Staffan with his gun, knocking Staffan off of her. She was scrambling to her feet even as Nik was bellowing for her to move.

Evelyn glanced at Nik, her words of thanks dying on her lips. She has seen Nik in a variety of emotional states. Proud when the hockey team had performed well, excited over some new piece of music he wanted to share with her. Embarrassed when he adorably mangled some English word. Frustrated when dealing with homework. But she had never seen this look on his face. He looked enraged. He looked ready to kill.

Her eyes dropped to the gun in Nik’s hand. She knew that he knew how to use a gun. He’d gone hunting with his billet father, Paul. If she didn't do something, in his rage, he would shoot Staffan. It would be so easy to let Nik shoot Staf. Then Staf’s reign of terror would be over. But even though Staf had terrorized her, as much as she *wanted* for someone to shoot him, to punish him, she couldn’t let Nik do it. If Nik shot Staffan for her, it would destroy him. He loved his brother. She couldn’t let him do it.

Without hesitation, she lunged for her boyfriend. She had to stop him before he did something he would regret forever. “Nik, don’t!” Her voice was shrill, a combination of the residual fear from Staffan’s attack on her and her concern for her boyfriend. “You can’t!”
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Evelyn stumbled back as Staffan surged past her in his attempt to wrestle control of the gun from Nik. The brothers slammed into each other before tumbling to the ground, intent on damaging each other. Her alarmed scream was lost in the loud boom of the gun’s discharge. There was a stinging, burning sensation on her stomach. Of all the times for a bee to sting me….

She slapped her hand over the offending injury which sent a spasm of pain through her midsection. OW! What the hell?

There was something wet on her hand. Why was her hand wet? Feeling strangely detached, she lifted her hand up to examine the spot.

Time slowed down to a crawl as she stared at the bright red fluid. Her palm glistened in the early morning light. There was blood all over her hand. Who’s blood was that? It couldn’t be her blood. Could it? Evelyn looked down at her torso and located the stain that was growing across her shirt. She wobbled for a moment before her legs refused to support her. She fell to her knees, the movement jarring the injury inflicted by Staffan only moments before.

Had it only been moments before? Evelyn muzzily tried to remember. It seemed so very long ago, like it had happened to someone else rather than something she experience. The sharp crack of a second shot snapped her out of her reverie. Dragging her eyes upward from the ground, she saw Nik climb on top of Staffan and begin to brutally beat him.

She opened her mouth to call out to Nik when she felt an incredible pressure on her chest. It hurt. Her chest hurt, and she couldn’t breathe. It was like her earlier panic attacks, but amplified by a factor of a hundred. Evelyn reached out towards Nik as she gasped and struggled for air. To make matters worse, she was wracked by coughs.

Everything hurt. Just…everything. There was so much pain. It wasn’t possible to point out just one instance of it. Her chest burned as she fought to bring air in to her lungs. But the more she fought, the harder she coughed, until each exhalation sprayed a mist of blood.

Her head swimming, Evelyn collapsed as Staffan shot Nik. She squeezed her eyes closed as her boyfriend crashed to the ground. This was it. There wasn’t any hope, not any more. Her hero was lying across from her.

But at least he had tried. Nik had been looking for her, just like she had been searching for him. And now, finally, they were together. Nothing would ever separate them again. With the last of her energy, Evelyn slowly reached out to Nik, signaling that he should take her hand.

The sound of her pulse faded from her ears as a calm peace settled over her. It would all be okay. They were together. Evelyn’s final breath rattled in her chest as she gave Nik a reassuring smile. Her hand went slack as she closed her eyes.

G068 - Evelyn Reed - Deceased
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