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((Marty J. Lovett continued from And As If It Couldn't Get Any Worse))

What have I done...

That was the only sentance going through young Marty's head as he ran headlong through the woods, blithely ignoring his best friend's attempts at slowing him down.

Back by the shack, when Michelle had them all by hostage, Marty had originally seen it as an act of heroism when he'd shot her back then. He'd actually done it! He'd actually managed to do something useful for once! Joshua, Aston and the others might of died if he hadn't of saved them whilst he had the chance! He felt so energized and excited that he actually tried to help Aston out when she got injured by Michelle's crossbow bolt.

Then the reality sank in.

He'd actually killed someone. Someone who was, in all respects, unarmed. She'd already shot Aston in the arm by the time he mustered up the nerve to open fire, and seeing as that crossbow pistol thingey only HAD one shot she was technically speaking unarmed. Hell, she never even got around to actually killing anyone herself! So not only did he shoot someone who was unarmed, but he'd shot someone who in the eyes of the island was completely innocent! He was a murderer. A cold blooded killer. A pyschopath-in-waiting.

And Marty didn't enjoy it in the slightest.

I can't believe it... I can't believe I actually DID that! Oh god, my family. What must they be thinking of me?!? Natalie? Oh god, Natalie! Please don't tell me you were watching me at the time! No, don't be ridiculous Marty, mom and dad would never... Oh no, Mom! Dad! Oh god, they must hate me now! Jesus Christ, I've become a monster!

With no particular destination in mind, Marty continued running for felt like hours, dodging pass trees and crunching twigs underneath his feet as he did so. Eventually, he stopped and took a breather when he noticed that the woods directly ahead of him stopped all of a sudden. He couldn't tell at first, but after his vision adjusted to the darkness he could make out the shape of what looked like a fairground in the distance. A fun fair? Why the hell is there a fun fair in the middle of the island? Fuck it, who cares. Maybe they have a haunted house or something I can hide in, along with all the other evil demons and monsters...

"YO MARTY!"

"...Joshua?"

((Joshua Krakowski continued from And As If It Couldn't Get Any Worse))

Just as Marty was about to walk right into a dangerzone, he stopped suddenly and he turned his head to find none other then Joshua Krakowski running in his direction. The living anachronism stopped the moment he spotted that Marty had finally decided to slow down, taking the opportunity to catch his breath after running nonstop for so long. Jesus, who'd if thought Marty'd have enough energy to keep runnin' like that for so long! I feel like my feet are gonna fall off any second now!

For what felt like a good couple of minutes or so, the two just stood there staring at each other, barely a couple of metres between them. They both knew that one of them had to break the silence eventually. Say something of value that might help to ease the tension.

Eventually, it was Joshua who broke the silence...

"So, uh, hey! Um... What's the hurry?"

...Only for it to be replaced with even more awkward silence.

"Um... Nevermind, forget that I-"

"Nah, its okay Joshua. I was just... Fuck, I have no idea what the hell I was thinking."

"Its cool Marty. Can't really blame you for running after you'd... Um, no wait, that's not what I meant. I mean... Oh Jesus."

"Like I said, its okay Joshua. Thanks... Um, thanks for not telling everyone......"

"No problem. I didn't want to give everyone the wrong idea, man. I mean, Michelle DID kinda deserve it, right?"

They stood there in silence for a moment longer, neither of the two boys particularly sure as to where the conversation was heading.

"Then again, I guess it won't really matter once the announcemen-"

"Once again, good morning, kids!"

WOAH, speak of the devil...

Marty and Josh listened with intensity as Danya began to list out the names of all their fellow classmates who hadn't been as lucky as they had been. Nothing particularly special at first. Another Maxwell kill here, another Reiko kill there. Hearing Clio Gabriella's name was somewhat surprising, given the fact that she was one of the top killers at the time. Inevitably, Michelle's name was mentioned amongst the deceased, along with Marty being addressed as the killer. Apart from that, and the fact that Ben Powell's luck had apparently run out as well, there was nothing particularly special. Damn, poor Ben. I knew we should have payed more attention to him...

Once the announcement had ended, Josh and Marty looked back at each other with a confused look on their faces.

"Well... At least he mentioned that it out of self defence, right?" Joshua joked.

Despite his seemingly endless state of depression, Marty couldn't help but chuckle weakly at that joke. Even if it wasn't entirely appropriate in the situation they were in.

"Anyway, uh... Hey, is that a fun fair?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess... Want to go check it out?

"Sure, why not!"

With this in mind, the two boys made their way over to the fair, which from the looks of things was somewhat smaller then they had first guessed. It was, in all respects, a perfectly ordinary fun fair. There were a couple of old rusty rides, like an old carousel and a red and gold Ferris wheel. There was even a hall of mirrors standing alone against the backdrop of the surrounding woods. It could have passed for your average everyday fun fair if it wasn't for the telltale signs of conflict which littered the area. The most obvious being the dead body lying outside the hall of mirrors, surrounded on all sides by countless shards of glass and mirror. Not to mention the headless dead guy lying bang straight in the middle of the fairground.

Naturally, this somewhat put the two boys off going anywhere closer.

"Uh... Hey, wanna sit down on carousel?"

"Sure..."

Tired and weary from their long trek, Josh and Marty sat down on the carousel, thankful to finally get the opportunity to get off their feet. It was at that point that Joshua realised that he'd been holding on to the can of beer he found in his bag the whole time, prompting him to open it and take a swig. The alcoholic beverage, whilst somewhat warmer then Joshua was particularly comfortable with, tasted incredibly good compared to the lukewarm water Joshua had been surviving on the past few days.

"MAN, that's good! Say Marty, you want a sip?"

"Uh, yeah, pass it over..." Marty replied, taking the can that Joshua passed him and taking a brief swig of it himself before passing it back.

"Heh, man... It feels like it's been a week or somethin' since we've had the chance to properly hang out."

"That's probably because it nearly HAS been a week Josh."

"...Really? Huh, now you mention it, I guess you're right... Yikes, wow, we have been here a long time haven't we?"

"Yup..."

"Damn... I wonder if we'll ever get out of here?"

"I... Kind of doubt it Joshua."

"...I see."

"I mean, lets face it, neither of us really stand a chance do we? The only reason we're still alive is 'cause we've both been lucky enough to avoid all the tougher players. Not that it really matters... Sooner or later, we're going to end up as nothing more then another tick to add to some sick fuck's slowly growing kill-list. Who knows, if we're lucky, Danya might make a genuinely humorous remark about our otherwise meaningless deaths. I mean, Jesus, when you really think about it neither of us matter in the slightest in the grand scheme of things do we? We're just cannon fodder. Extras. Redshirts whose soul purpose is to die in order to make the bad guy look cool. Not exactly much of a fate, is it?"

Joshua thought for a moment before replying to Marty. As much as he hated to admit it, ever since the day he failed to protect Everett from being beaten to death by Janet, deep inside he knew that Marty was pretty much right there. The chances of either of them actually making it to the end was practically nil. Neither of them were particularly special, or badass or even willing to do what it takes to win.

Nevertheless, that didn't mean that he COULDN'T think of an optimistic view on the situation he and Marty were in.

"Well... Yeah, can't really say I disagree with you on that. Still, its not ALL bad being minor characters in the grand scheme of things. I mean, I kinda like being relatively unimportant. Have you SEEN the kind of shit the winners of the previous games had to go through? I mean, Dodd got freakin' RAPED for crying out loud! And Bryan? He just dropped off the face of the earth! And Rizzolo? Well, the guy was a total asshole, 'nuff said. Look, the point i'm trying to make is, sure. We ain't exactly that important. And sure, chances are neither of us are gonna make it all the way to the end. Believe it or not, I've kinda grown to accept that by now. But the thing is, if theres one thing I know as a guy who loves to watch movies is that its not the main character who the audience cares about. OR the main character's girlfriend. Or, hell, sometimes they might not even care about the bad guy! Its always the little people they remember about. You know, like Boba Fett from Star Wars. Or, uh, silent Bob from Dogma! Hell, even Scruffy the janitor from Futurama had a whole bunch of fans! So whose to say nobody cares about us? Hell, who knows, maybe we've got like Facebook fan groups or something. Seriously, i've seen a ton of them in the past for previous games. They can be kinda creepy sometimes... Anyway, point i'm trying to make is, its not a popularity contest. Sure, most of us ain't gonna have the same effect on the game than Liz Polanski, or Neil Sinclair back in the last one, but hey! I'm not like it's gonna make much of a difference in the end, right? Besides, we've already made it this far... Not many people can claim to have survived this long, you know?"

There was a slight pause for a moment as the two sat there in silence, broken only by Joshua passing Marty the can of beer again. The short haired boy took another long swig of the beverage, relishing the taste for as long as he possibly could. It was almost an entire minute until Marty spoke up again.

"Well... Have to say, that's a pretty optimistic view on an otherwise pretty damn depressing situation"

"Yeah, well, never hurts to see the bright side of things right?"

Not even Marty could resist a smile upon hearing that. Heh, good old Joshua. Nothing ever seems to dampen your spirits, does it? Not even when all hope seems lost, you seem to find the bright side of things. Guess it wouldn't hurt to learn how to do that once in a while...

For a moment, Marty and Joshua almost forgot that they were still in the middle of Survival of the Fittest. That they were surrounded on all sides by vicious killers who were perfectly happy to kill them if it meant that they would be one step closer to freedom. That so many of their friends, people they'd grown to know and love, were now lying dead and unattended. But at that moment in time, the two friends felt as if they were finally back home in St Paul, sharing a drink whilst chatting about the latest comic books and stuff.

And, possibly for the last time in his entire life, Marty was actually happy for once.
Edited by Fiori, Feb 6 2011, 09:58 AM.
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((Quincy Jones cont'd from Facile Princeps))

It had been ages since he'd left the bitch with the gun behind, and Quincy had managed to snatch a few hours sleep while Tiff stood watch, and then returning the favour. Even watching his companion as she slept had done little to calm him. He was still annoyed over being such a victim, and of not finding any hint of Felicia. That the last announcement still held no word of her was little comfort. At least he knew that she wasn't dead.

They had headed towards the funfair pretty much because it was a landmark. There was a chance that other kids would be there, some of whom may be able to help, or to provide information. Of course, that meant they'd also have to be well defended, or they'd be easy targets. Quince still didn't know which he'd prefer as he made his way towards the structures. Either way, there were probably people there.

And there were. Apart from the bodies, there were 2 figures, and were they… Quince squinted to see from a distance, but they were sitting on the damn carousel. Just sitting there. He turned to Tiffany. "Right, I'm not getting caught out this time. We go in hard, we ask the questions, we don't take any shit. I'm not having anybody point a gun at me again. OK?"

He pulled the rifle out and held it ready as he slowly walked towards the pair. As he approached, he recognised them as Marty and Josh. Good, a couple of guys he could care less about. Marty had been recently announced as a killer, so that made him going in heavy something he could better justify to himself.

He kept low, trying to keep out of their sight even as he kept them in his. Painfully aware that the place offered cover to any number of other people nearby, he trusted that Tiff would cover his back, keep an eye out for any other danger. Finally, he neared the targets, readied his gun and made himself known.

"OK you two. Hands where I can see them. We want weapons, supplies and information. You gonna make this easy? Or do I have to waste ammo on you both."
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((Tiffany Chanders continued from Facile Princeps))

The past couple of days had not been the best for Tiffany. While she and Quincy had managed to stay out of trouble, she'd had no chance to improve upon herself (Needless to say, her hair and clothes were a mess.), and what little sleep she had gotten had been on the ground, as opposed to a proper bed. So, at that point, she was, to put it nicely, a little cranky. The only good part was that Clio Gabriella, psycho whore, had been killed.

That was the state of things as she and Quincy came across the Fun Fair. The sight of a carnival was actually new for Tiffany - she and her mom had never sunk as low as to go to a carnival. It was just a bunch of rinky-dink rides that would probably fall apart if they were turned on. The only other thing of note was the fact that there were two people sitting on the carousel.

"Right, I'm not getting caught out this time. We go in hard, we ask the questions, we don't take any shit. I'm not having anybody point a gun at me again. OK?" Tiffany nodded as she followed behind Quincy. As they approached, Tiffany noted the two guys there, who were, as far as Tiffany was concerned, nobodies.

Actually, one of them she recognized as Marty Lovett. Bit of a loner. She'd hit on him once (she had a date coming up and needed her homework done fast), but it didn't turn out very well. Marty had shot someone, according to the last announcement. That meant that the other guy was Joshua Krakowski, who was about ten years behind normal fashion sense. So, Marty was a threat, Joshua ... probably not. Quincy raised the rifle and pointed it directly at the pair as Tiffany gripped her golf club, ready to swing at either of the two.

"Okay, you two. Hands where I can see them. We want weapons, supplies and information. You gonna make this easy? Or do I have to waste ammo on you both?"
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"...I'm tellin' you Marty, somewhere out there is a picture of Danya and George Bush on a boat with the biggest damn catfish you've EVER seen!"

"And i'm telling YOU Josh, that you've not been the first guy to suspect that Danya's being funded by the government..."

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong does it?"

Marty chuckled to himself as he drank the last drop of beer from the can Josh had brought along with him, crushing it in his hand and tossing it back onto the carousel. Neither of the boys had any idea how long it had been since they had decided to sit down and chat like old times. Not that it really mattered. Marty was perfectly happy enough to just sit there and chat for the rest of eternity if he could get away with it. For the first time on the island, he wasn't panicking. Or afraid. Or even angry! He was actually happy for once. Despite all the crap the island had thrown at him for the past couple of days, he was genuinely content with himself.

After a minute or so of silence, Joshua cleared his throat as he prepared himself for a difficult question he'd been tempted to ask for ages by that point...

"So, um, Marty... What was it like?"

"What was what like?"

"You know, um..."

"Oh... THAT...... Well, I didn't enjoy it if thats what you were wondering."

"Ah, okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up..."

"Its cool Joshua, I don't blame you for asking. To be honest, at the time, I was actually kind of excited. I mean, for once, I was actually doing something useful you know? I wasn't cowering away this time. Hell, I even tried to help out Aston despite what a massive bitch she's been the past couple of days!"

"Heh, yeah. I hate to admit it, but she can be a LITTLE harsh sometimes..."

"Yeah... Like I said though, I was actually starting to feel like I'd actually done something USEFUL for once! And then..... Well, then it just hit me. The fact that i'd actually just killed someone. Shot someone right in the back. Surprisingly, I didn't feel so heroic after that. The rest is, well, history. Once it struck me that I'd pretty much crossed the point of no return, I kind of just... Ran. No idea what I was thinking at the time. I guess I was just afraid at the time that once you all found out that i'd become a killer, you'd all......... God, I don't know."

At that point, Marty buried his face into his hand, conflicted as to how he should be feeling at that particular moment. Should he be upset that he'd been reduced to killing his own classmates in order to survive, just like every other player on the island? Or should he be just be glad that he and Joshua was still okay for now, even if it was pretty inevitable that they were both going to kick the bucket eventually. After what felt like an entire minute, he felt Joshua place his hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. Followed soon by some surprisingly serious words of comfort from someone who Marty was used to cracking jokes all the time.

"Hey, its okay man. You don't have to beat yourself up over it. You were just scared, thats all. Sure, I don't exactly think that shooting her in the back was the best way to solve the situation, but you did what you felt was best at the time. And hey, in the end, you DID end up saving us didn't you? Besides... We're buddies, remember? Best friends 'till the end, right? And I don't care what Danya says, nothing'll ever change that."

He paused for a moment, waiting for some kind of reply from Marty. At first it seemed as though that wouldn't be the case, prompting Joshua to remove his hand from Marty's shoulder. Then, just at it seemed as though his little speech hadn't had any effect, Marty began to talk again.

"You're.... You're right Joshua. I know I may seem a bit of a downer. And that I tend to be a bit abrasive sometimes. But you know what, we ARE friends aren't we? In a way, I never really realised that until now. I've always appreciated your help Joshua. You've always been there whenever I've needed cheering up, or when I need a boost of self-confidence to keep me growing through the day. And whilst I've never really shown any appreciation of it before, I just wanted to say... Thank you. Thank you for everything you've ever done for me. Like you said, we're buddies. Best buddies in fact. And nothing is going to change our friendship, not even whatever this damn island has waiting in store for us next. Like you said Josh, friends 'till the end right?"

A warm smile appeared on Joshua's face, the kind Marty had grown to like after everything the two had been through together. "Yeah, friends 'till the end..."

For a moment, it seemed as though things were finally looking up for the two boys. That nothing in the world could possibly ruin that moment. That they could take on the rest of the island together, that their friendship was stronger then anything the island could throw at them. That they still had a fighting chance at finding a way off the island together, and give Danya an epic kick to the balls whilst they were at it...

...Fate, as it seemed, had other ideas.

"...Anyway, we ought to head back before-"

"OK you two. Hands where I can see them. We want weapons, supplies and information. You gonna make this easy? Or do I have to waste ammo on you both."

The two froze on the spot almost instantly, turning their heads slowly in the direction of the voice to find themselves staring down the barrel of a gun in the hands of none other then Quincy Jones.

Quincy?!? Oh god, oh shit! SHIT! Not now! This is too soon damnit!

Marty just couldn't believe his luck... Just as things were finally starting to look brighter, some ass-hole had to come along and ruin things for them. The last thing he wanted right now was to deal with an established killer like Quincy. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that Quincy was planning on killing them both on the spot, regardless of what they told him. Why shouldn't he? It wasn't as if it would be considered a pointless act to commit at this stage in the game... Why not reduce the competition some more after pumping them of the information he was looking for. What the hell DID Quincy want to know anyway? Was he looking for someone? Someone who killed a friend of his maybe? Whatever it was, Marty was convinced that he was going to kill them both after they were of no more use to him...

This isn't fair... Fucking Quincy. Couldn't he go threaten someone else? Maybe someone who deserves it? Why us? Why did he have to find us?!? Its not fair! ITS NOT FAIR DAMNIT! ITS NOT...


... Joshua? What are you...


At that moment, Joshua suddenly stood up and raised his hands in front of him, motioning Quincy to lower his gun...

NO! Joshua, don't! He'll kill you! Oh god, JOSHUA!

"Woahwoahwoah, its cool man! Take it easy! We ain't got any weapons or supplies on us or anything! We'll tell you whatever you wanna know, just... Just put the gun down, okay? You don't have to do thi-"
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Quince shouted at Josh. "Sit the fuck back down!" He was already pissed off, and now the guy was going to try to reason with him? Not this time. He had seen enough 'reasoning' since he'd arrived to know that it wouldn't end well for him. "Tiffany, they say they're not carrying anything. Frisk 'em, and get their bags. I'll keep 'em covered."

In a way, he was almost enjoying this. It was like being on TV. Of course, he was on TV, but it hadn't properly felt like it. Now, this was fun, being the bad guy, having the power. It was like when he'd killed Max. He felt that same rush of exhilaration, the same sense of being a total badass. And this time he had the gun to back it up. Of course, if they were as unarmed as they said they were, he wouldn't even need to fire it. He wondered how it would feel to beat them to death with it, or to squeeze their necks till they choked. Still, he had other business first.

"Start talking." He could picture himself in an old gangster programme, and wondered what Mister Costelli would think of him if he were watching. "I want to know who else you've met, what they're carrying, and any other surprises you may have found. I'm particularly interested in if you've seen 'Licia. You say the right words, and you get to walk out of here. If not…" He gestured with the rifle. "You get to say hello to my little friend." He smirked as he said it, wondering if anybody would dare call him on the quote.
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"Woahwoahwoah, its cool man! Take it easy! We ain't got any weapons or supplies on us or anything! We'll tell you whatever you wanna know, just ... just put the gun down, okay? You don't have to do thi-"

Joshua got up and started to talk, but Quincy was having none of it.

"Sit the fuck back down! Tiffany, they say they're not carrying anything. Frisk 'em, and get their bags. I'll keep 'em covered." Tiffany nodded. Right now, Quincy was in charge, and she had no problem with it, mainly because it worked in her favor. She approached the pair, placing her golf club inside her bag, which hung over her left shoulder.

"Start talking. I want to know who else you've met, what they're carrying, and any other surprises you may have found. I'm particularly interested in if you've seen 'Licia. You say the right words, and you get to walk out of here. If not ... you get to say hello to my little friend."

The pair didn't seem to have their bags with them, so Tiffany started by checking Marty. After frisking him, checking his belt line and pockets mainly, it was pretty clear that he had nothing of value. Next up was Joshua. This guy was a different story as Tiffany pulled the ... thing out from Joshua's belt.

"Okay, what's this?" Tiffany waved the thing around to show both Joshua and Quincy.
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"Sit the fuck back down!"

"GAH! Okayokayokay! I'm sitting I'm sitting..." Joshua replied in a flustered manner as he sat back down the carousel, his hands still raised in a weak attempt at looking harmless. Shit, Quincy really means business doesn't he? That look in his eye... Jesus, I better be more careful from now on.

Despite already telling him that they were unarmed, Quincy still as it seemed felt it was appropriate to frisk them and take their bags nevertheless. It wasn't until that point that Marty realised that neither he nor Joshua actually brought any stuff along with them apart from a can of beer. Marty had left the gun he'd shot Michelle with back by the shack when he ran to Aston's aid, and the thought of bringing his bag along with him hadn't crossed his mind at all. He was too scared at the time to think things through, too scared to realise that something like this could happen pretty much at any moment.

It was at that point when Quincy mentioned Tiffany that Marty and Joshua spotted the blonde girl standing right next to him, holding up a golf club in her delicate hands. Joshua vaguely recognized her from around school somewhere, whereas Marty recognized her almost instantly as one of the few girls to have ever tried to actually hit on HIM for once. Tiffany Chanders? She's with Quincy? God damnit, I just got away from one psycho bitch to find myself at the mercy of yet ANOTHER psycho bitch...

As Tiffany went about frisking Marty, Quincy explained that he was looking to know who else they'd met, what they were carrying, and ESPECIALLY if they happened to come across someone by the name of "'Licia". 'Licia? As in Felicia? Felicia Carmichael? Why would he... Wait weren't they, like, an item or something? Jesus, all this just 'cause he wants to find his girlfriend? Huh, can't blame him I guess...

"You say the right words, and you get to walk out of here. If not ... you get to say hello to my little friend."

...On second thoughts that does sound kinda extreme, given the circumstances. Like the Scarface quote though...

Humorous Scarface quote or not, it was clear from the way Quincy addressed them that he dead serious at that moment. Neither of the two boy's doubted for a second that the man really WOULD try to kill them if they tried anything, after all Quincy had already killed before hadn't he? Someone who was probably in the same situation they were in at that very moment... This left them in a very sticky situation. As it happened, they both knew fine well that barely a mile or so away Aston and Anna were waiting for them in a shack along with their bags and some decent weapons. On the one hand, they could lie and say that neither of them had come across anyone over the past few days who wasn't already dead or long gone by that point. However, if they did that there was always the chance that either Quincy or Tiffany would be able to see through their lie, and then they would have to face the consequences for doing so. On the other hand, if they told them about Aston and Anna, he'd undoubtedly decide to pay them a visit himself...

Well, so what? What have THEY ever done for me? I mean, firstly, Aston was the one ruined my hiding place in the first place. THEN she started yelling at me for blowing off some steam! And then later, after I fucking saved her ass despite her calling me an idiot AGAIN, she starts yelling at us all whilst we were trying our best to help her out despite our lack of knowledge on how to use a first aid kit! You know what, fuck her! She could go to hell for all I care! Fucking ungrateful bit........

........Jesus Marty, LISTEN TO YOURSELF! You can't condemn someone to death just for being human! Sure, Aston is irritating as hell, but she's still a living thing damnit! You weren't exactly a calm and levelheaded guy yourself, were you? She's scared and pissed off at Danya, just like the rest of us. And besides... Anna's with her as well, and Anna hasn't done anything wrong at all! If you tell him about Aston, Anna'll get found out as well. You'd have her blood on your hands, hell you'd have both of their blood on your hands unless you do something about it. Quincy ain't that bright, and neither is Tiffany as far as I'm aware, so it shouldn't be too hard to trick them. Tell them that we saw Felicia on the other side of the island or something...

Only problem now is, does Joshua have the same idea? I'd speak to Quincy myself if I wasn't such a damn coward... He's not going to tell them about Aston and Anna, that's obvious. The thought wouldn't have even occurred to him to rat them out, the kind-hearted lug. But what will he say about Felicia? Will he even mention her? Joshua, for the love of god, don't mess this up!


After a brief moment of silence, the only sound being Tiffany going from checking Marty's pockets to checking Joshua's, the living anachronism took a deep breath before finally opening his mouth. "Well... When you put it that way......"

"Okay, what's this?"

Joshua and Marty's eyes widened as Tiffany retrieved the jutte from Joshua's belt, waving it in the air in front of them. The short haired boy bit his lip nervously as sweat began to trail down his head. Oh shit! Damnit Joshua, why the hell didn't you mention that you had a jutte on you!?!

"W-What? Oh, that! That's the metal... Stick-thingey I got assigned as my weapon. Completely forgot I still had it on me..... Uh, if its any c-consolation, its totally useless by the way. Barely even a weapon, really, I mean. Its not like you can actually KILL anyone with it or anything, especially people with big intimidating guns aimed right at me..."

Marty could tell from the sweat on Joshua's brow that he realised just how much danger he was really in right now. He was lucky enough that Quincy hadn't decided to shoot him on the spot right there for not mentioning about the jutte in his belt, but both of the boys knew that from here on out Quincy was only one ill-fated comment away from blowing them both away on the spot.

"*Gulp* Anyway, uh... Who've we met? Well, um, I-we kind of came into contact with R.J Lowe pretty early on, but that was ages ago and he could be anywhere by now. We, uh, also kinda bumped into Rachel Gettys the other day by the river. She was hobbling around on some kind of walking stick the last time we saw her... Apart from them though, pretty much everyone else we've met are already kinda dead..."

Okay, so far so good... Should I mention about Felicia as well? Probably should, seeing as he'll probably ask if I've seen her anyway......

"...And I'm, uh, sorry but neither of us have any idea where Felicia is. Last time I saw her we were all just about to get on the coach and stuff. I wish we could help you out there, I really do, but......"
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These boys were less than useless. Either they knew nothing, or were pretending to know nothing. Either way, Quince felt his finger starting to itch on the trigger. Tiff was listening to him now, letting him take the lead on this one. That was good. If they presented a untied front, and the others wouldn't be able to drive a wedge between them. Not that that would be a good tactic right now anyway.

Of course, Tiffany then found what he'd half suspected. Some kind of stick with a metal fork on the end. They were armed. That meant trouble. Josh was babbling, trying to claim that he hadn't remembered it was there. Likely. If you were armed, it's not the sort of thing you forgot. He knew he still carried his etch-a-sketch. Plus the rifle he was pointing at Josh.

Most of the intel he was spilling was useless. Meaning either he'd been really lucky, or was lying. About the only useful thing he'd mentioned was that Gettys was wounded. More annoying was that he claimed not to have seen 'Licia since before he'd arrived on the island. That was irritating. Also, the lack of real info was worrying.

"Come on now, you expect me to believe that? And so soon after we caught you lying about your weapon. There's hundreds of this on the island. And you've only met two people between the pair of you. You been hiding all this time?" He turned his head to Marty. "You've gotta know more than that. But it looks like you need some encouragement."

He lowered the rifle so that it was pointing at Josh's right knee. Kneecapping was always what the bad guys did in all the good movies. Seemed appropriate. There was no sense in pretending that he was the good guy here. As the man said, good, bad, he was the guy with the gun. He pulled the trigger, bracing himself for the recoil.
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"Uhhh, well, um... Yea-uhhh....."

That was all Joshua could come up with as a reply to Quincy's claim that they were both keeping information from him.

In all fairness, that WAS exactly what they were doing. But the fact that Quincy managed to see through Joshua's bluff either meant that Joshua was really bad at lying, or Quincy as it seemed wasn't quite as dumb as the two boys first suspected. The fact that he didn't believe that Joshua had honestly forgotten about the jutte as well didn't help things, especially seeing Joshua did genuinely forget that he still had it on him.

Okay, think Josh think! Hmm, maybe, you could tell him that the reason you lied was 'cause we didn't want to reveal the location of an escape group in the swamp or something? Yeah! Maybe we could give him a false lead, and convince him to head in the opposite direction to where Aston 'n' Anna are hiding! Hell yeah, that sounds like a great ide-


"You've gotta know more than that. But it looks like you need some encouragement."


...Encouragewha?

BANG!

"AHHHRGH, OH GOD!!!"

"JOSHUA!"

A few minutes ago, Joshua and Marty had been sitting on the carousel together, sharing a can of beer whilst reminiscing on the days before everyone was trying to kill each other to survive. Now Joshua was lying on the floor, with a bullet lodged in his right kneecap, and all Marty could do was stand there with a terrified expression on his face.

His knee had just... Well, Marty hadn't any idea how to describe it really. One second it was fine, the next there was a deafening sound as the gun went off shortly followed by a burst of blood and flesh as the bullet impacted Joshua's knee. After which, he fell to the floor, screaming in agony as he clutched the bloody injury with his hands in a feeble attempt at stemming the blood flow. Marty too was screaming at this moment, having jumped to his feet the second Joshua was shot. Tears were already flowing down Marty's face with abandon, brought on my a mixture of shock at the sudden turn of events and concern for his friend's well-being...

...But most of all, Marty was angry at that moment. Angry that Quincy had found them. Angry that Quincy had crippled his only friend in the whole world. Angry that Danya had put them on this damn island to begin with.

And he didn't hide it for one second.

"...WHAT THE HELL QUINCY!!! Jesus fuck man, YOU JUST SHOT HIM! What the FUCK is wrong with you!?! He told you the truth, everyone else we've met are dead you stupid asshole! Daniel, Ben, Carol, Michelle all of them, DEAD! And its all because of selfish dickheads like YOU fucking things up all the time! If it wasn't for dumb-assess like yourself fucking shooting everyone you meet, we might actually stand a chance at finding a way out of here! But no, because of fucking fucktards like you, we're all doomed to die here like fucking lab rats! You think Felicia is gonna want you back after you've slaughtered half the island looking for her? Well, do you!?! You stupid fu......"

As Marty continued his mindless tirade against Quincy, all Joshua could think about at that moment was the fact that getting shot in the knee hurt far more than he'd ever imagine it to.

Jesus... Oh god, oh Jesus Christ this hurts.... Oh Jesus, I knew getting shot in the knee would hurt like a bitch, but DAMN! My leg feels like its on fucking fire here!

Joshua clenched his teeth in pain, his heart pounding nonstop as blood continued to flow freely from his injury. In all the excitement, the hairband he was using to keep his hair back in a ponytail fell off, causing his long hair droop down loosely about him. His breathed in an out in a rhythmic fashion, a horrified look on his face as Joshua slowly came to a realisation...

...He was already dead.

He wasn't quite dead YET, but the fact remained that getting shot in the knee was a pretty crippling injury. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see any way out of this situation that would end with him still alive. It was only a matter of time until Quincy would get sick of Marty and decide to silence him permanently. A quick pull of the trigger was all that he'd need to do, and Marty - His best friend in the entire world - would be dead.

...It was at that point, as Joshua lay there injured and in tremendous pain, that he realised what he had to do.

I... Its over for me. Even if me an' Marty were somehow able to get away from here, i'd just drag him down. Hell, i'll probably slowly bleed to death anyway. Couldn't treat a frigging crossbow bolt to the arm, let alone a goddamn bullet to the knee. As much as I hate to admit it, i'm pretty much a goner by this point.....

.....But Marty? He can still make it. He still has a chance out of here. Its too late for me... But perhaps it ain't too for Marty to survive.


Slowly, despite the indescribable pain in his knee, Joshua managed to prop himself up onto his left foot as his hands pushed him up from the floor, as if he was about to take part in some Olympic event, with Quincy and Tiffany too busy looking at Marty to notice him.

Only got one shot at this... One chance to save Marty.... One chance to do some good in this game.......

A smile appeared on his face as the living anachronism accepted his fate. He wished that he still had the chance for some parting words with Marty. Something along the lines of "I'm glad to have been your friend" or something like that. But, considering the situation, that seemed somewhat impossible without revealing what he was doing. He'd have enough time to tell Marty to run, and that would be about it.

Well, least this way i'll be going out with a bang, eh? Better to die saving someone's life rather then as a burden dragging them down...

.....Well, no time like the present. Adios Marty. Its been awesome whilst it lasted...


On that note, with all the strength he could muster, Joshua pushed himself up with his left foot and hands, practically pouncing in Quincy's direction. Things seemed to be going in slow motion as he neared closer and closer to Quincy, whose gun at the time was still trained at Marty. However, seeing as he wasn't quite close enough to actually get to Quincy from where he was starting from, he was forced to put his weight onto his injured leg in the process. A pain unlike anything Joshua could have ever imagined shot through his body at that moment, but nevertheless he ignored it. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins. A look of confidence was in his eyes. And his fist was clenched and ready to show Quincy what happens to people who shoot him and threaten his best friend.

And within this brief moment, Joshua did have enough time to shout out one sentence before his fist collided with Quincy's face..........



"MARTY, RUUUN!"
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"W-What? Oh, that! That's the metal... Stick-thingey I got assigned as my weapon. Completely forgot I still had it on me..... Uh, if its any c-consolation, its totally useless by the way. Barely even a weapon, really, I mean. Its not like you can actually KILL anyone with it or anything, especially people with big intimidating guns aimed right at me ..."

Tiffany was not convinced. She knew a lie when she saw one - although in this case, it was quite possible Joshua was telling the truth and she didn't really care to note that fact. Joshua gulped as he continued spewing complete BS, although since it was on the subject of Felicia, Tiffany didn't really care about it.

"Anyway, uh... Who've we met? Well, um, I-we kind of came into contact with R.J Lowe pretty early on, but that was ages ago and he could be anywhere by now. We, uh, also kinda bumped into Rachel Gettys the other day by the river. She was hobbling around on some kind of walking stick the last time we saw her... Apart from them though, pretty much everyone else we've met are already kinda dead ... and I'm, uh, sorry but neither of us have any idea where Felicia is. Last time I saw her we were all just about to get on the coach and stuff. I wish we could help you out there, I really do, but ..."

Quincy was, to his credit, not buying it either. She might have to keep a closer eye on him after this, but for now, she was going to have to trust him.

"Come on now, you expect me to believe that? And so soon after we caught you lying about your weapon. There's hundreds of this on the island. And you've only met two people between the pair of you. You been hiding all this time? You've gotta know more than that. But it looks like you need some encouragement." Tiffany glanced as Quincy pointed the rifle down, and ...

BANG

"AHHHRGH, OH GOD!!!"

Joshua's right knee exploded in a red mist as he fell to his knees, screaming. Tiffany herself gave a startled yelp as she dropped the stick and quickly stepped back, blood spraying onto her legs and shoes.

What the ... stupid asshole couldn't have even told me he was going to do that? These shoes are GUCCI. They're worth more than the three of you combined!

Despite the extreme irritation she was now feeling because there was blood covering her shoes, Tiffany turned her attention to Marty. Joshua wasn't exactly going anywhere, not with his kneecap annihilated by a bullet, and Marty was going off on Quincy, although Tiffany was pretty confident that if Marty tried anything, he'd be dead before Tiffany could say the word. Even if Quincy hesitated, all Tiffany would have to do is act scared and ...

"MARTY, RUUUN!"

Tiffany turned her head to Joshua. In spite of her previous judgement, Joshua was running straight for Quincy, ready to ...

Oh, shit.

Even with Quincy's misstep, Tiffany wasn't about to let anything happen to him. He was just too valuable right now, even if he didn't even seem to realize that he was being attacked. Joshua, on the other hand, meant nothing to her. As such, Tiffany felt no qualms in taking out her golf club as she ran towards Joshua and swinging it at his head with all the strength she could muster.
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He didn't smile as he saw the knee explode. If he smiled, it would just be creepy. He didn't feel bad about it, certainly, but it was because he'd done what he had to do. He'd made his point. And now Joshua was lying on the floor, screaming in agony. Pussy.

Marty didn't react as he'd expected. The guy was supposed to be shitting his pants, not starting a self indulgent rant. At least the distraction gave Quince time to put the rifle through the necessary bolt actions it took to get another cartridge ready for firing. Definitely not the best weapon for using when close up like this. He should try and get his hands on an automatic pistol if he got the chance. There were bound to be a few on the island. On the other hand, the ammo was almost certainly depleted on them by now.

Half listening to Marty was saying, he noted that the names of the dead mentioned corresponded to what he'd heard on the announcements. Good. Marty was angry. He wasn't thinking. He wasn't lying. That meant he could let go some useful info, assuming that he had any. Quince wasn't certain whether or not the boys had kept anything back, but was willing to gamble on them being stupid or noble enough.

"You think Felicia is gonna want you back after you've slaughtered half the island looking for her? Well, do you!?!"

That stung. Marty had no right to be talking like that. He didn’t know what had been going on. He hadn't seen Quince at gunpoint, helpless. He didn't know that it was necessary to be like this, or else somebody else would. That was how the game worked. If you weren't playing, you were a victim. And Quince wasn't going to be a victim again.

Besides, he didn’t know 'Licia. He didn't understand the relationship. And what he was saying was just stupid. He had to be made to understand that. Quince swung the charged rifle back round towards him.

And then he felt the impact. It was a feeling he was used to. He was a boxer, he was used to being punched. But he wasn't prepared, and Joshua wasn't wearing gloves. His head swung round from the force of the blow, but he kept hold of the rifle. He quickly recovered, and was trying to shake the slight disorientation. The guy knew how to land a punch. Would have made a good sparring partner in other circumstances. Oh well. He was dead anyway.

He briefly registered Tiffany running towards them, swinging the club. Fuck. She meant well, but he couldn’t fire the rifle again for fear of hurting her. No longer paying attention to Marty, he swung the butt of the rifle round and towards Joshua's head. No sense in hurting his hands if he didn't have to.
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A few minutes ago, Joshua and Marty were quite possibly the happiest people on the entire island.

Now though, it was safe to say that they were amongst the least.

For just a brief moment, Joshua felt energized as his fist collided with Quincy's face. Like he was actually being the hero for once, rather than just uselessly standing by the sidelines without a clue as to how he could help. That he was making up for all the many times when he'd failed to protect his fellow classmates. Such as when he wasn't there in time to save Everett from being beaten to death, or when he was helpless to prevent R.J from shooting Eva in defense. And, most recently, when he failed to break up the fight between Aston and Michelle. Hell, that time, Marty had been the one who finally manned up and took action. So for just this brief moment, Joshua could finally take satisfaction in the fact that he was actually doing something useful for once.

That moment however was quickly shattered when he felt the hard blunt edge of a golf club smack him in the back of the head, quickly followed by the butt of Quincy's rifle slam into the side of his head and knock him to the floor in a heap.

To say that it hurt would have been... Well, a vicious understatement to say the least. Even with the sudden rush of adrenaline running through his veins, Joshua couldn't help but cry out in pain as he fell onto the floor, his vision a blurry mess as his brain reacted to the blows inflicted upon it twice in a row. A headache unlike anything Joshua could have ever dreamed of tore at his mind, blocking out all of his senses for just a few seconds. The pain of the injury inflicted upon his knee almost paled in comparison so what he was feeling at that very moment, which Joshua would have compared to being on the verge of unconsciousness if he'd actually been given the chance to do so.

And all the while, Marty just stood there with a stunned expression on his face.

It had all happened so fast... One second, Marty was yelling unintelligible insults at the bastard who'd just shot his best friend in the kneecap, the next Joshua had bolted from where he was lying down and actually punched Quincy in the face!

Marty couldn't help but wince as Joshua put pressure down onto his bad knee, almost as if he could feel the pain that must have been coursing through Joshua's body at that very moment. And then, barely a second later, Joshua told Marty to do one thing he didn't feel like doing for once.

Joshua told him to run.

If anyone else had been in Joshua's position, Marty would have done so within a heartbeat. It was the most sensible thing to do in that situation, not to mention the most pragmatic. There was nothing else Marty really COULD do other then get himself killed...

...And yet, the idea of abandoning Joshua to his fate shocked Marty more than anything else this island could have thrown at him.

No... No, I-I can't! No, fuck this shit, I can't just LEAVE him! Not after I let Carol die because I was was too much of a pussy look for her! This isn't fair! It wasn't supposed to happen like this damnit, IT WASN'T!!!

It was at that moment that it truly hit Marty that, no matter what he did now, Joshua fate was sealed. Even if Marty somehow managed to scare away Quincy and Tiffany, or someone like Aston ran in and shot the two of them on the spot, Joshua was dead. That gunshot to the knee was more than enough to cripple him for the rest of the game. Even IF Marty managed to save him now, it would have only been a matter of time before Joshua died because of his injury anyway. As much as Marty hated... No, LOATHED to admit it, the only chance he had at living would be if he followed Joshua's final demand and ran now whilst he still had the chance.

And deep down, Marty knew that he couldn't let down Joshua by going against his last wishes.

With hot tears soaking soaking his face, Marty grabbed the jutte Tiffany had dropped and ran. Even if he was to be forced to abandon his friend to die at the hands of a psychopath like Quincy, he'd be damned if he was going to let them get their hands on his friend's weapon.

And from there on, Marty ran. Ran away from the danger that had befallen them. Ran away from the danger that was now about to kill his only friend in the entire world. and abandon him to his fate like some kind of dog. Abandon the one person who'd shown him kindness back at Bayview, the one person who Marty could have honestly called his friend. The one person who Marty genuinely trusted in the entire world other than his sister.

And all the while, despite telling himself over and over again that he was only doing this because Joshua had specifically requested it, he'd never felt more like a filthy coward in his entire life.

((Marty J. Lovett continued elsewhere...))

In all the confusion, and despite being on the edge of unconsciousness, Joshua could still see out of the corner of his eye that Marty had done as he'd asked and run. Run to live for another day. Live with the possibility that he might actually be able to make it off the island in one piece after all.

With what little strength he could muster, Joshua managed to pull off a faint smile as he watched Marty disappear into the distance. He'd actually done it in the end. He'd actually been the hero and saved his best friend's life. Sure, he was going to die any second now, but at least he could die knowing that he'd finally been able to do the right thing.

Peace out Marty... I don't think I could've have asked for a better frie-



BANG!



Joshua barely had the chance to finish his last thoughts before Quincy pulled the trigger, the bullet hitting Joshua squarely in the side of the head and killing him almost instantly.



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((Aston Bennett continues from Amazing Journey/Sparks))

The first gunshot, couldn't have been that long ago. It was really fucking loud, if it came from this far away. Aston was just making her way through a thin sliver of trees, petering out into a clearing of some sorts, when she realised how woozy she was feeling. Fuck, blood loss, blah de blah de blah, ignore it, go past the pain.

As the trees died away, she saw the now occupied carousel, and what did you know, her two newfound allies were there. Oh, and someone else as well, perfect. Some girl, Aston could tell from a distance, and some big hulking motherfucker with...holy crap was that a rifle? It was, he was holding a rifle, and he was...who was that on the ground? Was that...Joshua? And was someone running off? Who? Marty? Course, didn't surprise her at all, Marty running, but what the hell was happening with Joshua on the ground?

Oh great, he was in trouble now, wasn't he? Just like before, Aston needed to get everything sorted out again. The Bersa in her hands was now itching to be put to some use, she could probably scare them off. Remember, no killing, not now, not ever. Imagine what Kyle would think, she'd never hear the end of it.

Aston walked forward closer to the scene unfolding, and was just about to make her presence known to the three.

Okay, cut away the chit-chat, just get them away before someone gets hurt, god knows that's supposed to be Marty's jo-

BANG.

A brilliant splash of red dotted the carousel.

Motion...come on...

...Joshua, why aren't you moving...

Joshua...

Josh...

...

...

...

...what?

The...what...this...what just...


Aston didn't realise, but as she stood to the side and watched it all unfold, and conclude just as fast, her hands were shaking. Her arms...they were also shaking pretty rapidly as well, like she was just stopping herself from breaking down. But...that was...

...Joshua?

Her eyes were getting sore. Was she crying? No, not that, she just hadn't blinked in a while. But why wasn't she doing that? Was it like she was staring shocked at the scene...

...what scene was it? Joshua?

Joshua, why aren't you moving?

...

...

...no.

NO.

NO!

NO, NO, NO NO NO NO NO!

DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE, JOSHUA KRAKOWSKI, WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU MOVING?


Aston could hear back to reality now, her breathes were becoming ragged and raspy, like there was a pain in her throat that she couldn't clear just by coughing or medicine. This couldn't have been right. She wasn't angry, she wasn't happy, she was...crying.

Sure enough, this was so fucking foreign to her now. Aston's free hand dabbed the side of her cheek, and there was tears.

He killed him.

And now, she was back.

He killed him.

The pain she was feeling wasn't just seeping out of her arm, it was fuelling her every movement.

HE KILLED HIM. HE KILLED HIM, HE FUCKING KILLED HIM.

Anger. Pain. But this wasn't just the ordinary pain, this was grief.

HE KILLED HIM. NO!

Aston's hands moved from their stationary position to a position she hadn't kept for days. Firing.

The pain in her throat clawed its way to her vocal chords, and Aston screamed. Screamed louder than she'd ever screamed anything before. And with that scream came a run, or at least she tried to move forward, to get closer, to NOT. MISS. TO GET HIS KILLER.

YOU-

BANG

-KILLED-

BANG

-HIM-

BANG

-I'LL-

BANG

-KILL-

BANG

-YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!

BANG BANG

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Joshua went down almost immediately, what with Tiffany and then Quincy whacking him in the head. Had Tiffany bothered to look, she would have seen Marty run off with the stick that she had found. It was a good thing for Tiffany, though, that she wouldn't have cared about it anyway ...

BANG

Quincy swung the rifle around, producing a small flame from the end of the barrel where the bullet exited, blowing a hole in Joshua's head. It was funny, really. This was, in a way, Tiffany's first kill, albeit indirectly. Had a psychologist been there, the theory would have been put forth that Tiffany's attitude of others before the game, namely that she was superior to other people by dint of her wealth and appearance, combined with the pressures of the game, had caused her to feel almost nothing for Joshua.

Loser.

Tiffany finally looked at Quincy. To his credit, was holding up decently. The blow to the face from Joshua didn't seem to faze him.

"Are you - "

BANG

Tiffany was about to ask Quincy how he was doing when she heard a gunshot, which whizzed by her head. She was tempted to ask Quincy why he decided to fire at her for a second, until she realized that the rifle hadn't moved, which meant ...

BANG

BANG

Tiffany screamed as she immediately dove to the ground, turning momentarily to see someone else shooting at the two of them. From what she could see, it was definitely NOT Marty, meaning that someone had either been following Marty, or had already been there. Either way, this new person decided that now was the time to shoot at Quincy and Tiffany. Had she been closer, she would have noted Aston Bennett, and that she was in grief over the fact that Quincy had shot Joshua. Of course, given the distance, and the fact that she was being shot at, Tiffany couldn't have cared less who was shooting or why they were shooting.

BANG

BANG

Tiffany covered her ears. Partially because the shots were quite loud, particularly because coupled with screwing her eyes shut, it almost shut out the paralyzing fear and helped her focus on a time when she was with people she actually respected - namely, her mother.

BANG

BANG

I just want to go home. Please, let me go home ...
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Hoo boy. Joshua went down and he went down hard. Quince hadn't seen whether or not it had been his blow or Tiffany's that had taken him down, but he was happy that the pair were really working together. Josh was on the ground, he wasn't going to be going anywhere. There was only one real thing left to do.

He swung the rifle round so that it was pointed at Josh's head. He couldn't tell if the boy was properly conscious anymore, but either way, there was no point in prolonging things. Besides, if he just left him here, somebody could come along and bogart the kill. He pulled the trigger, and felt the recoil as Josh departed this world.

He turned his face as the splashback sprayed his pants. Not the best look, but people would know what he'd done anyway after the announcement. Besides, he was already a known killer. There were only two people right now whose opinion mattered to him. At least, people on the island. And Tiffany seemed to be okay with what he'd done. That just left Felicia.

What Josh had said had been right. He didn't know what he was going to see when he saw her again. If he saw her again. The way things were going, he was beginning to doubt it. And Tiffany was right there, accepting who he was, and what he had done. He looked at her in a new light.

As he was about to ask what their next move was, the bullets started flying. His immediate instinct was to turn and see who it was, where the danger was. A swift glance showed a girl, indeterminate at this distance, an one who was armed. Great, psycho chick shooting at him. Had Josh had a girlfriend?

Tiffany hit the deck, which was not good. Meant he couldn't just bug out from here. Flight wasn't an option, then. That meant fight. He looked around for cover, as the bullets started whizzing closer to him.

There, 10 yards away, corner of a building. He sprinted to get there, sliding the last few yards. It gave him time to re-cock the rifle. He'd been lucky, and now he was in the best place to continue it. He pointed the rifle round the corner, trying to peek to aim without getting his head blown off. Letting off another bullet, he shouted to Tiffany "Get over here!"
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"Get over here!"

Tiffany looked up to the source of the voice. Quincy was hiding behind a building. Of course, with Psycho-chick firing at her, she didn't want to move. Then again, with Psycho-chick firing, it meant that she could get hit. Given how frightened she was, Tiffany could hardly think in this situation. Of course, she wasn't really accustomed to getting shot at, either, so it would have made sense. If she had been able to think about anything, it would have been asking herself whether it was safer to stay where she was, or to get up and hide with Quincy. As such, TIffany made a decision, albeit unconsciously.

Tiffany scrabbled up, staying as low as possible while still running towards where she had heard and now could see Quincy, stopping only when she was behind the building and Quincy, who was currently her only source of protection.
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They scarpered, go scarper, scarper away from your crimes. You did it, don't try to deny it, don't try to act scared of all things. You're killers. You're murderers. You're going to die by her hand, and you will not deny your fate. Just lie there, act scared, be scared, don't try to run.

Kill them. Kill them.

You get closer, you hide, you take out a magazine and reload. Bullet by bullet. Click, it's done, you're back in business, get back to business. You don't even try hiding, you know where they are, just take them down. You step out, you go forward, and you keep on firing. Bang. Bang. Bang bang bang. Half gone already, this is so much fun. Ignore the fun, this isn't fun, go kill them.

You get closer, half your bullets are gone this time, 5 to go. You feel one, not yours, go whizzing by your head. It doesn't hurt, it misses, but you can feel everything rushing back to you, why are you crying little girl-IGNORE IT. FOCUS. KILL THEM.

Have they run? They could probably run now if they wanted. Let them run, why don't you kill them? They deserve it, you get closer, they can even hear your cries, your tears, what tears, you're not crying, no way, just kill them, why kill them? Because you don't want them to live, they killed the only person you ever had a crush on-NO THAT'S NOT WHY THEY KILLED SO THEY DESERVE TO DIE NO ONE WILL BLAME YOU JUST KILL THEM, TEAR THEM APART.

But your eyes fall upon his body. It's so close, yet, you can feel it right there, staring, what staring, what are you talking about, he's dead you don't stare if you're dead, shut up, but he's dead. Dead.

Dead.


Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

She blinked. She couldn't see, and now she fully knew why now.

A small sob escaped her lips. It wasn't anything, barely audible. She was still stable, if only for that brief moment of clarity. Then, the larger ones came up like frogs in her throat, clawing out and cawing across the fair.

Before she knew it she was on her knees. They flew out her mouth like she was becoming sick. Wet sobs filled the air, as the one person in the world who she actually somewhat cared for lay dead beneath her.

She didn't care about his two killers now. They could be in Timbucktoo for all she cared.

Aston just wanted to stop crying.
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((Anna Chase continued from Amazing Journey/Sparks. Sorry it took so long!))

Oh... no...

Her search for Aston had lead her to one place she hadn't wished to return again.

The fairground.

That fairground.

She was here again. That fairground, that wretched fairground. The ferris wheel still towered over her. The stalls were still poised. The games were still up without people attending to them.

And even after everything she had been through, the memories of that first day still bubbled up. She could remember someone talking to her. Was it Lexie? No, Lexie wasn't on the trip. She had been lucky. But the rest was a blur in more ways than one. She could vaguely remember what happened though. Nancy had attacked her and stolen her things. And those two... those two... they just stood there. She didn't remember who they were, but they just stood there and argued. She had been blind and terrified and she remembered how Nancy had pulled and tugged at her hair and the roar of machinery and the organs and-

Chase absentmindedly massaged the back of her head. The pain had long since dulled, and her mind didn't want to remember. But the vague memory of what had happened remained. She didn't want to remember. But there it was. For a few minutes, Chase looked like a deer in headlights.

It had felt like she had just ran out of the fairground just minutes ago after seeing Robert's remains. Obviously she hadn't, but it still felt that way. So here she was. Trembling and shaking right at the entrance of the fairground.

She didn't want to be here.

She didn't want to be at the fairground.

No no no no no no no no no no no.

She took a deep breath.

Okay, check to see if Aston was in there, and scurry on out once she'd checked everything. Quickly now. She didn't want to linger here. Chase grabbed the remaining bag and crossbow from off the ground where it had been rested and held tightly as she hesitantly stepped further into the fairground.

She could defend herself this time, right? She was armed. People like Nancy weren't as able to get her, were they? She could fight them off. She didn't want to die, after all. Did she? Not that much, at least. But she had to be careful. Keep a tight grip on that crossbow and bag. Keep an eye out for psychos like Rasputin and Nancy. She just had to be particularly careful here. If she found Aston, great, drag her out and bring her back to the shack as soon as possible. If not, she'd look elsewhere.

Besides, she had to continue looking for Aston. Her arm was hurt, and not only that, but she had the gun again. Why did Chase let her have it again? If she knew any better, she wouldn't have given it back to her! God knew what Aston was going to do with it if something happened!

Chase took another deep breath. And another.

God damn, why did she have to be here? Hopefully she won't be here for long, and was just passing through. Hopefully.

And suddenly, gunshots. Chase practically jumped at the sound.

Nancy? Rasputin? No, they'd be long gone by now. Screaming? Oh hell yes. Someone was getting shot. Oh no, obviously that wasn't good. Of course it wasn't fucking good! Some psycho was nearby doing god knew what! God fucking damn. This whole thing... this wretched place...

The gunshots continued as she froze in place once more, eyes wide open. After a while, they stopped completely.

She shouldn't look to see what happened. She shouldn't stay.

And yet, curiosity got her. It got her good.

Heart pounding in her chest, she approached the direction of the sound, only to find.... Aston. Yes, she had found her! But why was she crying? Why was she so upset? What just happened?

"Aston...?"

Chase approached the girl, only to see a sight up in front of her. At first she couldn't recognize what was wrong with the carousel. If she was in a better state of mind, she would have recognized it straight away. But she had to look at it for a few seconds. There was a splash of red on it, like... oh god. She saw it now. It wasn't him, it was... it was an it. No, he had to still be alive, right? Maybe he was simply injured or that was someone else's blood and he was just exhausted.

"Oh god... Aston... what... what happened?" Chase murmured quietly, staring at the scene.

Did Aston do that to him? She couldn't have. Sure the group had been chaotic, but she wouldn't have actually done that. But she had been upset at him and Marty earlier. She might have. It wouldn't be improbable, right?

And so Chase continued staring at what was left of Joshua Krakowski, her crossbow pistol shaking in her right hand.

Maybe there was a chance he was still alive. Maybe that's why she was upset. She didn't know how to save him, right? No, there was too much blood. And it was all coming from the head.

So he was... gone then, right? No... not him...
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Tiffany was safe. That was the main thing right now. But between the gun nut, and now this new figure appearing, things were getting too hat to stick around. He could possibly have managed with the element of surprise, as he had with Joshua, but they knew he was there.

"Okay, Tiff. We've done all we can here. I figure we take advantage of this break and get out of here. I'm not risking you in attacking this pair. Sooner or later, they're meat anyway. We need to pick our targets, pick our chances, if we're going to get out of this. Now come on."

It was too easy. This acknowledgement that now he was playing the game. It changed his priorities. Before, where he had avoided trouble, and concentrated on finding Felicia, now that was a secondary consideration. Now, he had to stay low. He was a known killer, double threat. At least Tiffany was in the clear, announcement wise, he hoped. He hadn't noticed any 'assists' being mentioned. He could use that. It meant she was still an asset.

Keeping crouched down, he made his way away from where gun chick and Anna Chase were. Better they didn't see which way they went. Meant there was less chance of being followed.

((Quincy Jones cont'd in Endings & Beginnings))
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The shooting had stopped. Psycho Girl had, for whatever reason, given them a break.

"Okay, Tiff. We've done all we can here. I figure we take advantage of this break and get out of here. I'm not risking you in attacking this pair. Sooner or later, they're meat anyway. We need to pick our targets, pick our chances, if we're going to get out of this. Now come on."

Quincy kept himself crouched down as he started away from Psycho Girl and some other girl whom Tiffany wouldn't really care to know either now or back at Bayview. She just followed Quincy and got out of there. There were only two things that were really going through her head as she left.

The first thought was that she and Quincy had been very close to literally eating a bullet. The second was that as Quincy had been the one to fire the shot into Joshua, it was pretty likely that Danya announce him as the killer, regardless of Tiffany's small role in what had happened, meaning that nobody was going to be suspicious of her. Well, they wouldn't be more suspicious of her.

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He's gone...

Aston didn't know what to do. She was never taught how to cope with something this heavy. He was dead. This was...horrible.

In all her life, she'd never really grieved. Her great-grandparents died before she really got to know them, so she was just...sad, when they passed on. She'd never know anything outside the stories her parents told her about them. There was even her cousin, some 40-year-old from "New Joisey" in New York, had a heart attack at the butchers. Her parents, even her brothers, were in grievance, but she wasn't. She never knew him, she had no reason to be sad. But...now...

Joshua Krakowski. He was the same age as her, same situation. He had a friend. He had people who cared about him. She cared about him, Aston never knew how much until now. He was the first person she...no...

She was so numb. Her skin picked up all the tiniest little movements. A breeze felt like pins and needles. The water dripping down her cheeks were like knives ripping open her skin. And she kept on letting these knives rip down her face, because Aston didn't want this to be true.

She heard that goth girl
Chase
arriving. The crunchiness of the grass echoed louder until it stopped. Vocals, movements, she could hear goth girl
Chase
speaking, just saying...something. It didn't make any sense to her, and Aston just couldn't care. This was her moment, she just wanted to...grieve. She didn't know how to do that, but she just wanted to.

Aston never moved, not for a long time. Her eyes just kept swelling up, staring at the body, trying to not do anything except cry, and cry and cry, for a boy she couldn't save.





Time passed.














*Screeeech*














She didn't know how long she'd been there, but it was a hell of a long time, apparently. It couldn't have been more than a few hours though, but she couldn't stop...

What she didn't show the world was what she was planning to do.

Aston wasn't a girly kind of girl. She wasn't used to having to let her feelings out, especially among her brothers. Fuck, her brothers, they gave her the worst of it every time she cried - "You wanna be like us, you toughen up like us, huh?" - whenever she wanted to punch them, she knew and they knew it was working just fine.

But not now. No brothers around to keep her in check. No one except herself to just tell her to be tough, tough it out, tough it all out.

She'd had enough.

No more of the charade.

Aston waited, and listened until the announcement was over. Their current locale was free.

She got up off her knees, where she'd been sitting for almost forever. Her legs felt weak, made of string cheese or something. After a stumble, she stood up straight, and sat down right where Joshua's blood coated the carousel.

I...don't know what to do. What the fuck do I do? My only...the only friend I have here is gone. He's gone, dead.

...so this is the reality of it.

If I don't kill, I'll die to.

And I'm not killing to win.

I don't want to win this game if it means I have to be reduced to the level of a maniac.

...

...If I can't kill to win...I can kill for Josh.

For him.

I'll find Quincy. I'll find that blonde bitch with him.

I'll kill them both.

It won't bring him back, but I can at least make sure they don't win.

...heh. I'm just gonna spoil the game for them.

Fuck them.

I'll make for sure that I avenge Josh.


Aston looked at the gun clasped in her hand, even after all this time. It felt sticky, but...it felt like it belonged there. The imprint was still left in her skin, a drawn sketch canvas across her palm. She didn't even bat an eye, and slipped it right back into the palm of her hand. It was half-empty now. She wasted half the bullets in her blind rage, and now...she had to be careful.

Aston slung the bag she dropped beside Joshua's body over her shoulder, and started walking.

Only a few steps away, she looked back.

It was goth girl,
Chase
still here.

"I'm going to find them...Chase. If you want to come with me, say so now. What I'm gonna do is not pretty, but it's the only thing I have left. I'll make sure they don't win. I'm going to kill them, and then...however it goes, it goes."

Aston turned back to the trail sprawling before her, and bit her lip. Flicker of pain.

It was so good to know she could feel again.

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B055's legs kept working automatically, almost mechanically, as the fairground hove into view. He'd seen it before, briefly, but hadn't come anywhere near it thus far. But that's where he needed to go.

Maybe.

I'll be there. Well, this was "there." Or, close to it. They'd talked about where they were going, he and Jennifer, and this was on the list. She wanted to visit the House of Mirrors for whatever reason. It sounded like a deathtrap to Nick. But maybe it would be better to wait there. He didn't know. He turned inwards, trying to get a handle on how he felt about it.

Nothing.

His head spun briefly. Annoyingly. And the cure, he'd realized, lay strewn over a stump at the edge of some God-forsaken clearing in the woods. Unless Andrea had collected them. Or Alex. But no, he didn't really need his medication. Not like it really helped in the first place. And besides, he had something new, something better. Adrenaline. There was no shortage of it on the island. The problem was that it did nothing for withdrawal.

But that wasn't important now. The dizzy spells would ebb just as they'd peaked. The only things that were truly important were - he counted them off on mental fingers as the Ferris wheel loomed closer - his sword. And his food. And his water. His life - what he needed to get home again. His brain, the thing that should have popped his collar off by now, should have had everyone begging for mercy by this point. Jennifer. Except - he paused, gathered the right words to let loose on his mental stage. She wasn't - it wasn't like she was not important. But she didn't get him closer to home. She just smoothed his journey out. Made it more palatable. She'd die in the next week. He wasn't going to lose. But now he was walking straight into danger, just to wait for her.

If she forgave him.

Again.

He passed through a ticket booth, into the boundary of the park. She'd have to come back. She was a smart girl, she'd figure out where "there" was. And she had the incentive. She was safe with him.

Then why aren't we together now?

That was a one-time thing. They were both in danger. It was a powder keg. His flight, he could try to convince himself, was to save her, maybe others as well. There was no telling how many might have died, or even how many were hiding behind that truck. He'd fled to save her from death in a hail of fire. Left her alone - but, no, not alone. There was a friend. With a sword.

My replacement?

The girl couldn't know how to wield a blade like he did. But she wouldn't murder Jennifer in her sleep. Not that he would, of course. Never in a million years. Well, probably. Almost certainly not. There were some things, though, that were nice to have another layer of reassurance on.

...Almost?

She'd arrive sometime. She was playing to live, right? Trying to make her last days worth living by making everyone else's last days worth living. She'd done more than enough, and she'd kill herself trying to do more. She'd step between him and Alex or Maxwell or Ivan, or maybe just try to stop him from killing someone else. Try to redeem him, or something. Like she cared about his wellbeing, or soul, or whatever. The thought brought on a little flicker of warmth.

And then he turned and squinted. There was someone there.

He held out his sword.

And he waited.
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It must of been a good hour or so since Marty had left the mines far behind him, and already he was beginning to get tired.

Tired of having to drag this shovel alongside him. Tired of having to walk nonstop for what felt like hours on end, desperately preying that he hadn't accidentally gone in the completely wrong direction.

But most of all, Marty was tired of life.

Sure enough though, it wasn't long until the young boy spotted his buddy lying just where he had left him by the carousel. Only, he looked different to how Marty was used to seeing him. His skin was paler, and his was surrounded by a dried pool of blood. Most notably though was the hole in the side of Joshua's temple. The hole which had been caused by a bullet from Quincy's gun.

A part of Marty had hoped that Joshua survived. After all, he didn't actually see the gunshot that had supposedly killed him. Maybe Quincy had missed? Maybe it was just a warning shot? Maybe there was still a chance that they could both make it off the island together after all...

But, after listening to the announcement, and seeing Joshua's corpse with his very own eyes, any shred of hope Marty had of there being any possibility of a bitter-sweet ending was shattered. A part of him felt sick looking at his corpse. A part of him wanted to run off, try to find some hole for Marty to hide in or some rock to hide under.

Nevertheless, Marty knew what he had to do. And, with a deep sigh, he began the long and painful process of digging a shallow grave to bury his friend in.


It took a while, but eventually he'd done it. He'd managed to dig a decently sized grave for his best friend. It wasn't exactly as good as he imagined it would be in his head, but for all intents and purposes, it was a lot better then the resting places the rest of his classmates had. A part of him wished he could actually go out and look for the body of Carol as well, give her a decent burial. But, even Marty knew that finding her again would be nigh impossible.

Besides, he hadn't any intention of leaving his Joshua's side ever again.

After he'd finished digging the grave, the young boy then closed his eyes as he rolled his friend's body towards it. After all, he didn't want to have to look at Joshua's injuries any longer then he had to. Eventually, the corpse fell into the shallow hole which Marty had dug, landing right onto his back. Now that the first stage was done, it was time to put the soil back on top of him.

But first, Marty felt it was appropriate to say a word or two.

"Well... Here we are buddy. To be totally honest with you, I didn't think either of us would make it this far. Who'd of though, huh? I was SURE that I'd be dead within the first couple of days. But... Here I am! Alive and well."

He took a deep breath before continuing, wiping something from his eye as he did so.

"Still, can't say I'm glad that I managed to make it this far... I mean, god. So many people are dead now. Daniel... Carol... You..... Was any of it even worth it? Did ANY of this mean anything at all? So many dead, just so some asshole can live. Lucky bastard. In a way, we're all already dead aren't we? I mean, whoever wins this is going to be pretty much dead anyway, inside aren't they?"

At that point, Marty laughed briefly. It was a joyless laugh though, one which have any happy intents behind it.

"God, look at me, talking to a corpse. Man, I must look crazy or something... Well... So long Joshua."

On that note, Marty emptied the pile of soil over Joshua's grave, burying him beneath the earth. He stood there for a moment, watching over the grave he'd just dug, taking the opportunity to think back on all the good times he'd shared with Joshua over the years. Like the time they went to see Iron Man at the cinema. Man, they laughed so hard that day...

Still, within a few moments, the nightmare would be over. All the pain he'd been through, the depressing announcements, the constant killing... None of it would ever matter again.

And that was when Marty started digging the second grave.
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Time passed.

She didn't know how much time passed. Just a fair amount. But she was sure that it had been a while. Was it a few hours? Sure felt like it. It seemed as if the two girls mulled over Joshua Krakowski's death for the longest time.

And then, Aston spoke.

She was leaving...?

But, she couldn't leave! Chase had been all over the place for god knows how long looking for her! Eiko and Marty and god knew who else was probably waiting for them to come back! She couldn't run off again! She couldn't! She couldn't!

... She was WHAT?

She was... she was going to find his killers, track them down... and... and...

No. She wasn't. Aston wasn't going to do something so stupid. She wouldn't. That would be silly, tracking down some potential homicidal maniacs and doing god knows what. She didn't need to go for revenge! That was silly! Silly as... she didn't know... slicing into someone with a chainsaw and making their organs fall onto the ground...

"ASTON! Wait! Don't do something so stupid!" Chase cried out.

She attempted to follow her, but soon enough within minutes...

Chase was lost in the Fun Fair again.

Seriously, Aston had disappeared again. It wasn't good. She was about to do something stupid, and she might get hurt over it. That wasn't good. It wasn't good. Oh fuck, no. She could die and have something happen to her like getting shot or stabbed or beaten to death or something and oh god. She really was doing it and before she knew it she had lost sight of her again.

And Chase didn't want to stay in this hellhole. The fact that there was a carnival with games and clowns and god knows what was bad enough. But she still thought back to the first day, that horrible first day. She didn't want to relive it. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to get robbed again.

She might as well focus on getting the hell out first-

... Who was that, over by the ticket booth?

Chase squinted, in an attempt to get a better look. Oh great, a sword. Someone who was armed, that was just what she needed right now. God damn it, what about the Fun Fair attracted so many lunatics? Yet another reason why she didn't want to be here. It was a magnet for the crazy. And Josh had already been killed by it. Fucking crazy magnets. How do they work, anyways? She probably didn't want to know the answer to that question.

And what's worse?

It was Nick Reid, a.k.a. a known killer. Goody. She knew Nick from before, sort of. And now he was here, doing god knows what. She found herself trembling once again. Nick Reid, and he didn't look so good either. Then again, how many people looked good by this point? But, the point remained. He was probably yet another psycho. And that wasn't good at all.

And then Chase did the only thing she could think of. It was illogical, but it was the only thing that came to mind.

She lifted the crossbow, and with trembling hands, pointed it at Nick.

"HELLO?!"

There. He knew that she knew that she was there now. It wasn't the brightest idea, but she didn't care. At least no sneak attacks were going to occur. No one was going to sneak up on her again here. Hopefully he'd leave her alone and go on his way. And then she'd find Aston.
RICHARDS/BAINES OTP!

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Kami's Promise for v6 (doing this again)


Let's show that private threads aren't necessary! I pledge not to start any private threads on island in V6. If I started a thread, you are welcome to join it.
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Now you may be wondering, who was wearing the bolo tie? Me or the shark? Answer: YES!
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Nick found himself staring down a pistol crossbow, of all things. He almost laughed. He'd killed a swordsman with his bare hands. He'd been on the wrong end of Maxwell's fists and walked away. He'd taunted a BKA winner. He'd stared down more gun barrels than he cared to count. And now he was being threatened with a tiny crossbow held by an equally tiny girl. Still, he remembered, he couldn't underestimate it.

It was a deadly weapon. For a certain definition of deadly. He knew, for example, that it wouldn't skewer his head at that range. But it could probably kill. He doubted the little goth in front of him could hit anything at all with it, but that held no comfort. He only needed his luck to fail once. Could he dodge it?

Forty feet, we'll be generous and say 150 MPH, call that 200 FPS, 40/200 so a fifth of a second. Human reaction time exactly.

His heart beat a little bit faster. He couldn't kill her, for Jennifer's sake. And he couldn't run off again. That was for his own sake. He wove words together quickly in his mind, turning strands of threats and daring and boldness into the fabric of the best oratory the island had seen thus far.

"Umm," he said. Brain-to-mouth attrition, of course... "Well. I'm a reasonable guy. Willing to talk things out. Given the chance, of course. And, well, I'll put it like this: I can run forty feet or whatever faster than you can reload. That's just something to think about. And I'm not really in the market for peashooters at the moment. So," he said, maintaining his distance but moving to create an open path to the exit. "There's your other choice."

Legs coiled. Sword ready. Heart beating. Waiting. Again.
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NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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