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Without Love, It Cannot Be Seen; Early Day 6 [Private]
Topic Started: Feb 9 2011, 03:47 PM (3,555 Views)
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((Kyle Portman continued from Instinct.))

They entered the forest before night fell. There was very little said between the trio before they fell asleep, Kyle sleeping fitfully again.

He woke up before the announcement. He sat up from where he had been lying and listened dispassionately. No names he knew, nothing important. He sighed and laid back down, ready to fall back to sleep.

"Kyle, you wanna go for a walk?"

Kyle sat up again, looking over at Hayley. He... had a suspicion as to what she had in mind. But here? Now?

.... Then again, he might not have the chance tomorrow. He could die today, or Hayley, or there just might never be another chance.

His mind was made up. He stood and approached Hayley, holding a hand out.

"Let's go."
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((Breaking post order to hurry along Kyle's demise.))

Kyle allowed Hayley to take the lead. As they walked onward, he felt a twinge of trepidation mix with his excitement. This was a rather big step, if they went as far as he assumed they were going to. He knew Hayley's character and could only expect they would go to... that step. But did he really want that?

.... Yes. Maybe it was the fear of perishing as a virgin, or maybe it was because, as he believed, he truly loved Hayley, and he wanted to give himself to her. But he really did want to take that step.

Suddenly Hayley stopped. Kyle nearly walked into her before she turned and, with a firm push, pinned him against a tree. Her eyes met his as they lingered there for a moment. Then a moment longer. Her gaze wavered and she threw her arms around him, pressing her head to his chest. He hesitated for just a moment- this, after all, was not what he expected- but he wrapped his arms around her gently. They stood there for another moment before Kyle realized that Hayley was crying.

'Crying? Somehow I figured that would happen after we had sex.... And I figured it would be me....'

Though this was not a normal situation, and Kyle was nearly mad with a mix of tiredness and fear, he still brought his hand up to the back of Hayley's head. He gently stroked her hair, shushing her quietly and gently. She was shaking with silent sobs. He couldn't think of anything to say; what could be said? It'll be okay? Not only was that a lie, it was a really obvious one. At least one of them was destined to die within the next few days, maybe even today. It would be more hopeful to say that they might both die in the next few days, and therefor be together again in the hereafter. Or it would be if either of them really believed in a hereafter. Not to mention that, according to what Kyle knew of the bible, Hayley would definitely be going to hell, while he might not. He wasn't pure and good forever, obviously, but he was definitely a lot purer than Hayley.

Her sobs quieted, and she turned away, wiping her tears away as discreetly as she could before looking back at him. Then, in a smooth motion, her shirt came off and her lips met his. He closed his eyes and pressed into the kiss, sliding his hand down her back to the top of her jeans. He broke the kiss and slid down slightly, pressing his lips to her neck just below the ear. No mention was made of her tears, on either part. Time enough to talk about that later, right?

Right.

And then, for the second time on this stupid island, there was an interruption. This one was far less welcome than Ema, and Kyle nearly yelled, screamed at the intruding bitch to get the hell out of here, there was a moment happening and she was ruining it! His love life was in peril!

And then he realized who it was. One of the others who had been with Hayley when they had found each other. One of the people they had been... pseudo searching for. In between the committing of murder, of course.

Kyle decided this was an occasion for Hayley to do the talking.
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Hayley reacted with characteristic derision, shooing the annoyance away. Charlene, for her part, complied, backing up slowly. Then Kyle saw her reach for her bag, where she was surely holding a weapon. His hand shot back and drew his knife, spinning it into position.

"Keep your hands where we can see them!"

A demand, not a request. His voice took on a hard edge as he glared toward the girl. The annoyance. The enemy.

((Bluh. Short post is short.))
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Kyle reacted as Charlene accelerated her movement. Swiftly, he stepped between her and Hayley, pushed Hayley out of the way and, in the same motion, threw the knife. His brain registered three shots.

And then... pain. Oh God the pain.

His side was burning, and he fell over backward, gasping for breath. Oh god, oh god no no why the pain. He could feel air slipping through his fingers, tightly clasped on the hole, the bleeding hole in his chest. Through the red haze, he saw that Charlene had run, and he relaxed mentally. Hayley was safe.

If only the same could be said for him. He gasped for breath again, feeling his own blood, sticky and warm, slipping through his fingers, despite his desperate attempts to stem the flow. It was pathetic really, trying to keep his blood in by hand. He looked to his left, to where Hayley had landed. It occurred to him that his glasses had fallen off sometime during the hubbub. Didn't matter now. He reached out to her, trying to tell her, "Don't cry. Don't cry." He couldn't muster the breath for the words, couldn't make his mouth move in such a way to form the letters.

A harsh cough shook his body, spraying blood from his mouth as his body exercised the futile practice of expelling the blood from his lungs. The pain gripped him again, and he rolled over and vomited. Away from Hayley. She shouldn't see him like this, in this state.

He was beginning to feel cold, his limbs growing heavy. With great effort, he rolled back to face Hayley. He dipped his finger in his own blood and drew a simple symbol on the ground: <3.

His arm collapsed uselessly at his side and his breathing grew shallow. His eyes dimmed as he tried to focus on Hayley's face. He mustered a final smile, and then his eyes closed.

And they never opened again.

[[Kyle Portman, Boy #127: DECEASED]]

((Happy Valentines Day, everybody!))
Edited by armeggedonCounselor, Feb 13 2011, 10:44 PM.
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