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Sprint for the Finish Line; Andrew's Death; Private
Topic Started: Feb 18 2011, 06:25 PM (1,844 Views)
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[[Hayley Kelly continued from Without Love, It Cannot Be Seen]]

"Do you... do you want to talk about it?"

No. No, she really, really didn't.

But as time passed, as they made their way out of those woods, she regained a certain joie de vivre. Or, really, the appearance of such, given that her actual mental state was slightly and most likely permanently FUBAR. Maybe that was the normal, expected response of the brain of a teenage girl who just watched her boyfriend get shot and die. It really wasn't such a common experience that Hayley could know for sure, though there was probably a girl or two (or boy, maybe) here on Survival of the Fittest who she could interview about the experience.

Not that she wanted to talk to anyone, really. People weren't her game, not really, not now, not anymore.

They'd hustled out of the woods in good time, making good on Hayley's need to be as far away from that place as possible. It was really good fortune that the dynamic duo of Hayley and Ema hadn't yet run into anyone, particularly on the part of anyone who was not currently feening for a bullet to the face, which was about all Hayley had to offer right now.

Someone's getting paranoid. No, wait, you're always paranoid, so someone's going crazy, then?

Shush. It's not paranoia when they're all ACTUALLY after you and it's not insanity when it's Survival of the Fittest, yeah? You can't be crazy on Survival of the Fittest. Well, like, you can be, when you start drinking the blood of your enemies and like...howling at the moon, but I'm not doing that, I'm just trying to keep us al-

And you failed at that pretty spectacularly.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. No one likes you, internal-dialogue-voice.

I'm sure the kids at home would love me, only they can't hear me because oh RIGHT, I'm your hallucinatory inner voice.

Go away.


Hayley had the very strong urge to clutch her ears, shake her head, chase the demons in her head away just for a bit, but she was in control enough to know that then she'd actually be inarguably insane and she really, really didn't want that. She was...normal was not the right world, normal girls don't have to watch their boyfriends die, normal girls didn't kill people without even feeling much of anything at all, normal girls didn't...

Whatever. I wasn't normal to begin with.

A great defense in any court of law.


She allowed a muttered "I said GO AWAY" to slip before she realized that she was in fact speaking out loud to the voice inside her head. Not good. She gave Ema a sheepish smile that probably wasn't doing her any favors before grabbing a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it.

Nicotine'd always been the cure for Hayley's personal demons. Now was no exception.

Inhale.

Exhale.


"Better," she said out loud before looking at Ema as the two continued to walk.

"...I just don't know what to say."

That was the truth and she fell back into silence after she said it. Her feelings had been expressed pretty clearly through her actions and her tears and what was she supposed to say? How she missed him? That was obvious. How fucking stupid she felt for letting him die? That was just fishing for compliments. How she might have been in love with him? Yeah, Ema would love that.

Where the fuck were they, anyway? After leaving the woods Hayley hadn't been paying too much attention to her surroundings, relying on Ema to make sure she didn't run into a gunfight, or a tree. Looking around she saw that they were approaching a...was that a fucking tunnel? Why the fuck was there a tunnel? She pulled out her map and saw that there was in fact a fucking tunnel, and that they'd in fact covered a good distance since morning. Huh. Well, Hayley didn't really want to spend much time in a goddamn tunnel most likely inhabited by bats and like...cave scorpions and shit, but it seemed like a decent place to rest for a few minutes. Once she became aware of her feet she realized they hurt like hell.

Inhale. Exhale.


Blowing smoke, she made her way for-


Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait who the FUCK.

There was a person there. A person who stubbornly refused to be Alex or Maddy or Isabel or Jay or Dutchy or Kyle or anyone else she really wanted to see right now, and she took that almost as a personal affront. She did recognize the boy, actually- his name was Andrew and he was kind of cute which was probably why she remembered him. Attractiveness only got you so far on Survival of the Fittest, though, and Hayley muttered a warning of "stay down" to Ema as she hid herself behind a tree.

Game time, she thought.

Sorry, kid. You were pretty cool and everything but I can't take a chance on you.

She looked out from behind the tree, trying to present a small a target as possible, and...



and he was pointing a gun right at her and everything went red.



Panic set in immediately as she drew Vera immediately and clicked the trigger five times in rapid succession-

BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG




She was hardly looking, hardly aiming, blind in fucking panic, but right now it was the best she could do.
Edited by Hollyquin, Feb 20 2011, 05:59 PM.
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[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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In her head, she'd edit out the grin that cracked across her face as the soon-to-be corpse hit the ground. The cameras wouldn't oblige that, though, and the viewers at home would be drawing their own conclusions.

God knows how convinced Hayley was at that point of her own sanity.

But she'd done it. Somehow a few of those shots she'd squeezed off had actually hit their intended target, and now their intended target was maybe thirty seconds from bleeding out. In Hayley's eyes the most important bit was that he was no longer leveling a pistol at her- the gun fell out of the boy's hand and hit the ground next to him, and her first coherent thought after seeing the gun pointed in her direction was her hoping the boy's blood wouldn't fuck up the gun. This whole guarding Ema thing would be a hell of a lot easier if I got her a goddamn pistol, that sword's badass and everything but if we're gonna be having guns pointed at-

She shook that out of her system. Took a deep breath.

A giggle slipped between her lips.

I...did it. I did it. I kept my promise.

Hayley looked down at Ema, who had in fact stayed down and was now looking up at her with something like worry on her face, and for her sake she tried to suppress her glee. After all, it wasn't a killing-people-is-great-fun sort of glee, no, she wasn't evil, she wasn't a bad person. She wasn't. The giggling was probably bad but she wasn't happy to be killing people. She was happy because Ema was alive and because she'd won- yet again victory was the easiest pill to swallow and she'd take it gladly. She was happy because she was doing what she'd set out from those woods to do. She'd protected Ema.

She was going to keep telling herself these things because that would make them true.

"He was pointing a gun at me," Hayley offered Ema as means of explanation, not that she really should need to explain, considering that she'd already shot the crap out of two people for no real reason whatsoever. But whatever, every death I can actually justify is good for my not-going-to-hell account, yeah? ...Actually I was probably going to hell before I got here. So you know, there's that for making me feel better. Good thing I'm agnostic. ...Why am I making excuses again?

Whatever.

She shook her head and gave a half smile (keep on with the not looking like a psychopath, honeybee) to Ema- "Cause I was in desperate need for an excuse, obviously. Look on the bright side, you get a gun now!" Yeah her voice was definitely too far on the happy side. God, too much crazy in her system today. "...Stay here a sec, okay? Might be someone else with him."

Those fears were unfounded, though, given that no one stepped out of the woods (or the goddamn tunnel) to shoot her in the face. She made her way over to the boy- she couldn't think corpse, as she could see his chest still rising- and picked up the gun, cringing at the blood on it. She wiped it on her jacket until it seemed decent, though she couldn't know if it could actually fire without testing it first. She looked down at dying Andrew and looked away immediately. His corpse was...way too familiar. The bullet holes were...

Stop.

"Sorry, kid," she said quietly to the boy without looking at him. Really, in another life, where they didn't have guns and shit, they could've totally been friends. Probably. Not that that mattered all that much. Her peripheral vision noted that his chest had stopped rising, and she called to Ema-

"All clear. You're gonna want this, I'm thinking."
Edited by Hollyquin, Feb 24 2011, 04:51 PM.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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"Shouldn't there be a manual for this?"

"...Dude. That is a raygun. You are holding a raygun. Until I see you actually shoot a bullet outta that thing I'm gonna assume it shoots lasers or some shit." Hayley laughed as Ema did indeed locate the gun's manual in Andrew's the dead boy's daypack. The fucking thing did look way too much like a raygun to be real. I'd be jealous except Vera is approximately ten thousand times more badass looking. How cool would it be dying by fucking RAYGUN, though? Like, imagine Danya on the announcements. HAYLEY KELLY KILLED BY NON-RETARDED STORMTROOPER. Fuck yeah.

...This probably isn't healthy.
This whole getting-over-your-dead-boyfriend-in-like-six-hours thing. This whole inability to keep her mind focused on anything serious thing. This whole continued denial thing, in other words. Yeah, her therapist would want to have a few words with her right about now, not that she was ever seeing her therapist again probably. She had the very strong urge to light another cigarette and managed to resist, instead biting her lip and reopening the scabbed-over wound where she'd bitten her lip before. Awesome. She became infinitely aware of the claw marks on her sides, and suddenly really wanted a shirt.

Fuck it. She lit the cigarette. She was probably going to get blood all over it. Attractive.

"So... back to wandering around, I guess?"

"A little late for that, yeah?" Hayley looked up- yeah, it wasn't her imagination saying it was gonna be dark real soon. The sun was dipping dangerously low in the sky and Hayley, for her part, had no desire to sleep in the woods, again. "We've gotta hustle if we want an actual place to sleep. The mansion's pretty near here, actually, and we might as fucking well. Might as well hole up somewhere classy..." We'll probably never get the chance again, she didn't say. That was pretty obvious.

"And, uh, do you want some chocolate?"

"Are you kidding? Oh Jesus Christ yes I want chocolate."

And Hayley took the chocolate.

So that, at least, was normal.

Gnawing at it like an eager squirrel, Hayley found her eyes wandering down to Andrew's the dead boy's body. She focused on his face, since as long as she kept her eyes off the bullet wounds, it was easy since the boy didn't bear any other real resemblance to Kyle Portman her dead boyfriend who she may or may not have loved. His eyes were still open, that was kind of creepy, but her only real thoughts were he really was pretty cute and too bad. There was no regret, or revulsion, either. Certainly it didn't affect her appetite, though that may have been more because nothing could tear Hayley Kelly away from chocolate. Hayley really liked chocolate.

I don't even know how I'm supposed to feel about this shit anymore. Pretty sure I'm supposed to feel a little more than nothing, though.

Alternating tiny bites of her chocolate and slow inhales of nicotine, she managed to feel nothing, at least for a little while longer. That was okay. Not feeling anything would be okay. Not feeling anything would be better than panicking, or crying, or freaking out, again. Not feeling anything would keep Ema alive. Viva la relative apathy?

With a quick look at her map and her compass, she waved Ema forward, setting a course towards the mansion.

"You mind if I borrow one of your shirts? It's getting kinda cold-like."

There was quite a lot boiling beneath Hayley's surface, but it could wait until she was dead.

[[Hayley Kelly continued in The Guilty Ones]]
Edited by Hollyquin, Mar 8 2011, 07:27 PM.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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