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Legoland Empire; Minutes before Announcement 6
Topic Started: Mar 3 2011, 08:06 AM (6,188 Views)
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Felicia and Quincy. Quincy and Felicia. The sentence just didn't seem to really work or click anymore. They were an item before prom, but something had happened. Even to this very moment, Felicia could never explain what happened that night to anybody, especially not Quincy. It was bad enough that some deep, introspective part of herself feared that Quincy might yell at her if she told him, or perhaps he might beat her. He was a boxer after all, and boxers tended to solve their problems through violence. If she told Quincy just how she felt about Rosa, would he kill her?

That bullshit of 'people who I went to school with can't possibly be killers' had to stop. Had she not heard Quincy somewhere on those announcements? And Aislyn didn't just drop dead out of her own accord, another fun little detail the announcements confirmed, no matter how Felicia tried to drown them out. Only the indirect names might have been truly ignored and shoved away in the back of her mind: Jason this, Richard that, Maxwell 'I'm evil blam blam blam'. Some things, she only wished she could ignore and dehumanize, and this was one of them. Still, it's not like she had to immediately take the conversation in that direction, right?

Felicia shuffled her foot and put her hands behind her back, feeling as though she was back in front of those lockers at Bayview for just a moment. What would she say in response to something so... inane, even if delightfully so? It had to be cheery, but not forced. So, without thinking or forcing it, the girl loosened her lips and mentioned the first thing that came to mind. "Yeah, I guess I'm still here! Heh heh... I mean, where would I go? This bein' an island and all, and I'm not dead because I haven't been on the announcements..."

And immediately, Felicia Carmichael understood that she had just made a grave mistake in taking the conversation exactly where she didn't want it to go. The announcements... once again, she just couldn't stop thinking about the times Quincy had been mentioned. He had been on there more than once, and here he was still breathing, and that meant he had killed at least two people. Felicia became incredibly uneasy at this thought and shuffled her foot more, clearing her throat.

"U-Um... Quincy, we really need to talk..." Felicia began, her voice wavering. "I, um.. I'm trying not to judge, but you... well, did you..." She took a deep breath, struggling to continue. All of her strength was poured into rooting her on the spot. She could not run away, not from Quincy; she needed answers, and she needed them from the man himself.

"Why did you do it? Just... I don't hate you, but I need to know."
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"Yeah, I guess I'm still here! Heh heh... I mean, where would I go? This bein' an island and all, and I'm not dead because I haven't been on the announcements..."

"U-Um... Quincy, we really need to talk ... I, um.. I'm trying not to judge, but you... well, did you..." Felicia was nervous as hell, that much was true.

"Why did you do it? Just... I don't hate you, but I need to know." And that was it. The meat of the problem as to why Quincy had been nervous about meeting up with Felicia in the first place. Quincy gulped as he started.

"I was looking for you this entire time. FIrst this one guy ... he was with someone else and I thought he was going to attack, so I took him out. Then the other guy, he wouldn't talk so, I tried to convince him, but he wouldn't say anything and he tried to hit me, so I killed him." Quincy tried to phrase it as best as he could, but the thin layer of flop sweat indicated his lack of confidence in his own ability to convince Felicia that his kills were of no concern.

Tiffany, on the other hand, was relishing this. Felicia already didn't seem to like the fact that Quincy was a double killer. It seemed like all Tiffany had to do to get Felicia away was to simply let Quincy blunder on.

This is going to be nice.
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You could almost cut the tension in the air and Jason knew he wanted no part of it. They had seen Felicia but they obviously hadn't spotted him yet. He briefly considered skirting around the two and telling them to drop their weapons but crossed that idea off when Felicia spoke up. No, best to remain hidden for now and see how this plays out. Moving ever so slowly Jason made his way to a better vantage position. If shit hit the fan he could always find an exit and if everything worked out, well there was no harm in playing it safe.

Don't do anything even remotely risky before you find Maf and Nath. They at least deserve to know what happened. Jason would be damned before he let the two think either he or Brook were killers. He'd heard Brook's name on the announcements but he knew there was a reasonable explanation for it all. Once this was resolved he would find Maf and Nathan and then go back for Brook. They were going to get out of this.

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Perhaps it was a terrible thing to say, but Felicia always felt like there was something haunting her on the island from the get-go. If only this unshakable, intangible concept that plagued her from the beginning had been the only affliction, then maybe she would have been able to handle the overall situation better. There was no way of knowing whether or not having it buried under the pile of anguish and deaths of many of her friends would have been more or less destructive without it actually having happened, but plenty of things had happened to distract her from what essentially amounted to a nagging feeling.

But now, Felicia knew just what that nagging feeling was, and the culprit of her haunting truly was a ghost from the past: that of her past relationship with Quincy. In their last days of high school before the ill-fated trip, she had done her best to avoid the boy and, with him, avoid any sticky or impossible questions that would have been thrust her way. The island had done nothing to change the status quo, at least as far as they had been concerned. So, Quincy had been looking for her this entire time, hoping to solve the issue no doubt.

Right about this time was where the feeling of extreme nausea began to kick in. As romantic as Quincy's spiel had been, Felicia's thoughts began to pick up on something. Quincy had been looking all over and, according to him, that first kill had been self defense. She could see that, she had been in positions like that. No... but no, something in how Quincy said it just didn't... sit well.

"I thought he was going to attack, so I took him out."

So matter-of-fact. So non-chalant. Quincy spoke of killing somebody that he thought might be a threat as though he had cheated on a math test in order to pass a class. Here he was, handling it so... handling it so goddamn professionally that she wasn't sure which direction she wanted to run in. If she wanted to run away from Quincy, it would either be in fear or to get her bearings. If she wanted to run towards him, it was out of rage or out of forgiveness, but she knew neither the direction nor the intent. Of course, things had to get worse. They always had to get worse, because this was Felicia Carmichael; this was the life she had been dealt in the cards. If God existed, then he was playing the sickest practical joke in deity history.

"Then the other guy, he wouldn't talk so, I tried to convince him, but he wouldn't say anything and he tried to hit me, so I killed him."

What would Quincy be trying to make this 'other guy' talk about? That would be a silly thing to ask, seeing as he already answered that question when Felicia first met with him. As he already said, he was looking for her, needing to find her that bad, just so goddamn badly, that he might have to break a couple necks doing so. Or maybe he shot them? Bludgeoned them to death? Felicia wasn't sure, and that left her mind to do terrible things with her soul, imagining what she didn't want to see.

"No... no, stop!" Felicia gagged, shaking her head to try and ward off the sickness welling up inside. "This isn't a stupid game, Quincy! You can't just... just kill off the people we went to school with to find me! Why did you want to find me so bad!?" Felicia raised her voice without meaning to, perhaps in response to her chest tearing itself apart. It hurt her to hurt Quincy, but it hurt her that she had allowed him to hurt her all the same. Or maybe it was hurting him that she was hurting. Or maybe they were all hurting. She was losing the ability to tell the difference between happiness and pain at this point.
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"No... no, stop! This isn't a stupid game, Quincy! You can't just... just kill off the people we went to school with to find me! Why did you want to find me so bad!?"

Quincy was stumped. He'd spent all this time trying to find her, and now, for what? So she could push him away?

"But ... but I love you. That's why I did all this. I was worried that if ... if I let them go, they could kill you."

Quincy was, needless to say, unable to put how he felt into words. He had been so scared, so suspicious, that he had played into the idea of having to cut through the competition. It had never occurred to him that things might have gone better if he had simply asked nicely.

Tiffany just listened to Felicia and Quincy and laughed. This was just too funny. Felicia was complaining about Quincy killing after she had killed somebody? That was rich.

"Okay, get off your fucking high horse, Felicia. I heard the announcements as well as you did, and you're just as guilty as him. Stupid hypocrite."

It took about two seconds for Tiffany to realize that she shouldn't have said any of that out loud.
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'I love you'. Three simple words that can make or break your day, raise you up or drop you on the ground, invade your ribcage and stomp on your heart until it can no longer beat. Felicia's heart may still have been beating, but not joyfully, not warmly. It was just an unfortunate fact of life that as much as Quincy might have loved her, she just didn't love him back. Maybe she never had, but at least she thought she loved him back then before he transformed into something that she couldn't see. Quincy had only changed on the inside, still trying to play up some casualness to the fact they had found each other on a trail of blood. Couldn't he see that things would never be the same? Their petty high school romance was over. Why couldn't he see that?

Even these thoughts would not be able to sit on Felicia's mind in relative peace, because Tiffany was there. Maybe if that other girl had taken her smug fucking face and jumped off of a cliff somewhere, then just possibly, there could be a kind word said to Quincy that would pull him off of his sanguine road and back to the person he had once been. Or had he truly changed, and Felicia was just seeing things that weren't there? She never considered to think that her soul might be the blind one, unable to see what might lay within herself. So many things became unsure, if only because a girl of her age and background shouldn't have had to deal with anything this heavy. No, not yet. The worst of life was supposed to be viewed through a courtroom dossier, never directly witnessed.

In the heavily paraphrased words of a wrinkly green muppet that Felicia always held dear, irritation was about to lead to anger, and anger would lead to hate. Tiffany... only now had Felicia really paid attention to her presence with any deal of emotions or thought beyond just how aggravating she seemed to be at the current moment. She was an acquaintance to Felicia and nothing more, much like many of the girlier girls at school. They had never had any problems before, which made the hostility that seemed to be radiating off of her all the more confusing. But such aggression materialized in the form of Tiffany opening her mouth, saying things that everybody likely wished had never been said.

"Okay, get off your fucking high horse, Felicia. I heard the announcements as well as you did, and you're just as guilty as him. Stupid hypocrite."

The dark skinned girl dropped her head in shock. The tension built up behind her eyeballs; it felt like a tremendous pressure was continuously growing and growing in her head, ready to explode. Anytime she thought of something to say, Sebastian's dead body fell on top of her. Kayla's neck exploded into a spray of red, Johnny ran himself onto the sword once more. The shoved the thought aside, tried to keep thinking, to cope with what happened, but Sebastian fell on her, Kayla's throat tore open, Johnny slumped to the ground. Over and over and over and over. Samaya. Aislyn. Everybody around her just kept dying. There was nothing Felicia could say to that.

So she settled for pulling out Samaya's gun, and aiming it right at the slut who dared bring that all back.

"I... h.... ah... I..." Felicia breathed in rasping, white-knuckled gasps. "You don't know shit... you don't... know anything I've been through, you. Fucking. Cunt!" She reacted in harshly unsettled surprise to her own words, her eyes welling up in warning to tears that might spill over any moment. Her muscles did not react well to the stress; the gun just couldn't stay still, held in that one hand and shaking feverishly. Her legs locked up and began to tremble to the point where Felicia felt she might faint, but her focused rage meant to keep her concious by any means. "For the last three days... maybe four... I lost count, I don't give a shit anymore, I... a... augh, you..." She sniffed at some snot and tried to push forward. "All of my friends are dying. I've watched some die, I've woken up... and they're dead beside me... I've found their fucking corpses floating in the ocean! Have you done that? Have you!?"

The most primal parts of Felicia wanted to throw herself to the ground and kick, scream, and cry in an animalistic tantrum until her entire body was sore, but she resisted. Likewise, she resisted mentioning Sebastian and that event once more. She didn't have to explain herself, not to Tiffany. Not right now. No, right now, she needed to leave. Felicia raised the revolver to the air, pulling the trigger once. The results of this action sent a shockwave through her body and elicited a short, painful cry... and that was because the gun failed to fire. What this could mean for her was an endless flurry of possibilities, many of which involved her being struck down. Would Quincy kill her for her insolence? Would Tiffany laugh at her? Felicia's only protector, the gun in her hands, had decided to abandon her in her time of need, but she still needed something to hold on to, to cling to. It was only a second's delay, but Felicia brought the gun back down and pointed it at Tiffany, as fruitless as it would seem.

Then, with a bang, the world broke apart.
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The look on Felicia's face said it all. Tiffany had overstepped her boundaries on this one. She'd done it before, with Bridget Connolly. Of course, that incident had been at Bayview, where she'd gotten slapped across the face like she was just some whore. All that required were some fake tears to the librarian and a new layer of makeup to cover the red mark on her face. This wasn't such a forgiving set of circumstances, given that Felicia decided to pull out a gun and aim it directly at Tiffany.

"I... h.... ah... I... You don't know shit... you don't... know anything I've been through, you. Fucking. Cunt! For the last three days... maybe four... I lost count, I don't give a shit anymore, I... a... augh, you..." She sniffed at some snot and tried to push forward. "All of my friends are dying. I've watched some die, I've woken up... and they're dead beside me... I've found their fucking corpses floating in the ocean! Have you done that? Have you!?" As Quincy stared at Tiffany, simply offended at the statement, his eyes went back to Felicia as she pointed the gun to the ceiling and

click

Nothing happened, even as Quincy and Tiffany flinched. It was as if the universe had decided to give Tiffany a break as she sighed in relief while Felicia pointed the gun back to Tiffany.

What is she going to do with that now? It's not like

BANG

What Tiffany and Quincy weren't aware of was that a few of the rounds set aside for the SOTF program hadn't been stored properly. The result was a phenomenon commonly referred to as "hangfire," where the primer would smolder into a delayed ignition. Normally, the delay is so short that it is assumed that everything worked properly, but in this event, the ignition had taken about five or six seconds, enough time for Tiffany to falsely believe that she was completely safe before the gun discharged directly into her heart.

If there was any comfort for Tiffany, it was that she neither heard nor felt the bullet penetrate, as the shot killed her instantaneously as both Quincy and Felicia stood there with shocked expressions on their faces, and she fell lifelessly to the floor, having never had any idea of what had happened, or that there was no way she could talk her way out of this situation.

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Nathan nodded gently and pushed himself up. So that was it, they were going to confront their friend. It was easier to say they were going to than to actually do it. He took in a deep breath and brought the pistol up to his chest. He had still not loaded anything into it. For the entire week the gun's chamber remained empty. He wouldn't dare reach into his bag for the ammo. But what was he going to do if Jason...

He closed his eyes and breathed in. Geoffrey would know how to do this. His mom and dad had full faith in what he had done all throughout high school. He was the wonderkid that could do no wrong. He's the kid that could run 11.0 seconds in the 100 metre dash after all. He could probably negotiate his way out of a gun fight too.

He'd be able to trust Jason...but he'd keep his distance. Until he found out what had happened.

Nathan opened his eyes and massaged the pockets that had developed under his eyes. That's what he'd have to do. Any other ideas that Nathan had were doomed to failure after all.

"Alright then...lets do this..."

Nathan inched along the wall to the door, to avoid being seen. If Jason really was a killer, then he didn't want to get shot at before he even tried. His arm stretched to the door and he touched the handle. He started to fumble with it when he heard a noise. Multiple noises, coming from beyond the door. It wasn't the voice of Jason. It was the voices of...Felicia Charmichael, Quincy Jones and...someone else he just couldn't remember.

His arms locked up. He had forgotten about the other voices. The situation had changed now. What was he supposed to do? It wasn't just opening up the door and finding Jason anymore. What was he supposed to do?

Geoffrey...he would keep going...wouldn't he?

He quickly shifted his gaze back to Maf and put a free hand to his lips. They had to be quiet now. They could be heard if they said anything now.

Nathan's hand shifted around the doorknob and a soft click could be heard. Nathan winced but gently opened it inwards, leaving only a crack open so that they could survey the scene.

When he looked out through the three inches of doorway, he saw nothing. There were only boxes, did Jason leave? He couldn't remember hearing him say anything. Then again he wasn't paying attention to the white noise that was everyone else. He was busy doing mental cartwheels about how to get out of here and find the Aussie.

"-ating in the ocean! Have you done that? Have you!?"

Nathan opened the door a few more inches, he was trying to see where it was coming from. He had to know if he and Maf could get out of here without being spotted.

He wasn't prepared for it. He wasn't prepared for the bang. When he did hear it though, Nathan's pulled back from the door, causing it to swing completely open. Nathan stepped into the large desk, sending him crashing down to the door.

"Jesus Christ!"

As fast as he had spewed his outburst, Nathan had covered up his mouth as fast as possible. He tried to use his fingers as a barrier from any more noise coming out, but there wasn't anything he could do now. He just screwed up. He gave away their position.

They were both dead...and it was all going to be his fault.
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What the fuck had just happened? Quince had spent the last few minutes as if in a dream, as if he hadn't been in control of his own actions. Felicia was here. That changed everything.

He was blushing and stammering like a kid of 12, doing his best to explain what he'd done. She would never understand what had really been going on, the loss of control he'd experienced, the need to take that control back. How killing others gave him the control that he needed. Instead, he tried to connect with her on a level she would understand. That he did it for love. Chicks always dug that stuff.

But it didn't work that way at all. Tiffany tried to protect him (hadn't he supposed to be protecting her?), and it ended up in the two most important girls on this island insulting each other. Sooner or later it would all end in tears. There had to be something he could do to stop that.

Felicia was losing it, and fast. His girl had been through a lot. Probably more than he had. Quince hadn't really experienced any loss yet. Not people he'd seen die except those two fuckers who deserved it. He'd been attacked, he'd dealt with danger, but in many ways he'd been lucky.

The gunshot was unexpected. As soon as he heard it discharge, he brought the rifle into a ready position. But he didn't know where to aim it. It took a few seconds for him to register just what had happened. The gun in 'Licia's hand. The smoking barrel pointing at Tiff. The blood pooling on Tiff's chest as she fell to the floor.

No.

This wasn't happening.

Just when he had everybody sorted out in his head. When he'd been getting somewhere with Tiff, when he had admitted to himself that he was over Felicia. His ex had not just killed his girl in front of him.

"What the fuck did you do, 'Licia?" The question seemed pointless, but it game him time to think. He crouched down, next to Tiff, trying to ignore the fact that she was obviously beyond help now. He just needed to do something for her. Make her comfortable. She deserved more than that useless gesture, but it was all he had.

No. Not all. 'Licia had taken the control away from him again. And he could take it back. He had the bigger gun, the longer reach, and…

He spun round at the crash, a door swinging open. There, there was something he could deal with. He fired a round into the doorway, more as a warning than anything else. Tiff was dead, and now nothing mattered. But somebody would have to pay.
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When Tiffany fell, a chain tied between her and Felicia tugged at her own soul. The gun in her hand had betrayed her. No, it had betrayed them both. It refused to send out a warning, showing Tiffany the same malice, the same lack of sympathy that the island showed to everybody else. Rather than a warning, it needed to kill; somebody, something here had decided that one of the children in the warehouse had to die, that a life had to end. Right now, that life was Tiffany's, and Felicia began to feel that her own was not very far behind. This wasn't like with Sebastian, where only a pull of the trigger could save her. Tiffany had been killed in cold blood, accident or not.

At least, Felicia prayed it was an accident, and that she hadn't subconciously willed the gun downward before firing. Her mind clouded up with that thought and similarly trained others, each praising her as a survivalist or condemning her as a murderer. Had she served herself and done the right thing, or should she now be slain like a dog much in the same fashion she wanted to do to Kimberly? She couldn't undo any of this, so there was no running from the consequences, whatever they might be.

"What the fuck did you do, 'Licia?" Quincy had asked. She had no answer for that. She couldn't even muster the will to scream 'I don't know' at the top of her lungs like she wanted to. No hilarious little mental stories or images could ever come to her as an escape, as she didn't deserve such an escape from the harsh reality of what she had done. Quincy, in his disbelief at her actions, forced her to become wary of everybody watching her. Not just the people in the warehouse, but everybody watching on the cameras had seen her kill Tiffany. There was no running from that.

Felicia could only back up like the criminal she was, the gun hanging from her limp hand. The metal, warm to the touch from her tight grip, disgusted her. She would have loved for nothing more than to rid herself of it, toss it aside and separate herself from what she had done. And yet she clung onto it, holding her self preservation above regret for her sins. It disgusted her, but she needed it to live. If she needed this gun to survive, to protect herself from the lashing out at her in punishment... this brought forward the question: 'Do I really want to live?'

The gun fell from Felicia's hand and clattered to the cold floor of the warehouse. She looked at nothing, saw nothing, and only felt despair as she stumbled back a few more steps and fell down to her knees, tucking her head low and shivering. Then Felicia Carmichael waited for Quincy Jones to kill her.
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Jason had already clutched his pistol in both hands when Felicia drew her gun drawing a bead on the girl as she pulled the trigger. This time however his hand was steady.

Don't make the same mistake Jason. There might be a reason for this.

He breathed a sigh of relief when an audible click came out of the weapon and nothing happened. She was just letting off steam. Thank god he didn't do anything drastic, now he could come out and BANG

The boy flinched and the gunshot echoed around the warehouse before pulling himself together and standing up from his hiding place. He needed information and quickly. How many people were there and what had just happened? He didn't see Felicia shoot again so that must mean someone else shot right? Jason still had sight of the girl and he looked over to her. She seemed to have been standing stock still for a moment the gun in her hand smoking, no visible wounds. Pressing himself close to a nearby shipping crate Jason maneuvered to the other side to catch a glimpse at the other students. He could hear voices, muffled and distorted though they were and risked a quick peek.

Crouching down a little low he stuck his head out around the corner. Tiffany was on the ground and there was blood. Not much but Jason had seen this before. It was like a strange feeling of Dιjΰ vu only he wasn't the one who pulled the trigger. Tiffany was pale, far too pale for someone in the land of the living and Quincy was kneeling down next to her. Jason still wasn't sure what just happened but more urgently Quincy was whipping the rifle he had strapped to his back off and raising it to a firing position. No way was he going to let someone else get killed on his watch. Stepping out of cover to get a better shot Jason prepared to shoot when a loud clatter came from behind him.

Shit!

He dove to one side just as Quincy whirled around and fired a shot in that direction, whizzing past Jason.

That boy's fast. This is going to be tough. He's a big motherfucker too, I've got to keep my distance and... shit, behind me. It could be anyone! Get in to cover Jason!

Rolling towards a small group of stacked chairs Jason risked a look at the newcomers before sticking his pistol around the corner and firing off a covering shot.

BANG

As Nathan's scraggly blond hair and green eyes came in to focus and Maf's larger unmistakable form followed suite Jason felt his whole body relax for a moment in relief before remembering Quincy was firing off at the trio and both his friends were out in the relative open.

"Nath! Maf! Get down!"
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Something had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

As Nathan edged open the door, Maf took the time to prepare. Prepare for what? He didn't know what lay on the opposite of that door, and mere instinct told him that nothing would prepare him for the worst. The worst was that Jason was in the process of murdering someone. But it just couldn't be that. It couldn't.

He slipped the gun into the firing position. Something he'd become all too familiar with, unfortunately, having to use a gun like this wasn't detrimental to one's sanity or former clasps to life. He slung his bag over his shoulder, letting it fly and letting it fly far to reach up to him. And he tried to figure out what on earth he needed to say to Jason. What was going to happen, how on earth it was going down.

Of course, think too long and you get way too many of your questions answered for you.

There was a gunshot. A definite, right there. It wasn't aimed it them, that was also a definite. But then...Nathan made the mistake, some stupid mistake, of giving their position right away, like he wanted their aim to be true.

And sure enough, it happened. As Maf stepped backwards, trying to avoid his friend sprawling onto the floor, he saw the rifle, and he saw the flash of the fire. It was pure luck that the bullet imbeded itself in the door, but Maf still scrambled backwards, away from the door and away from visibility. Even with the certainty at hand that his life was no longer in danger at that fixed second.

Of course, there was every single passing fixed second to follow, and another gunshot followed. There was...something off. It wasn't the same sound. Every gunshot sounded the same, true, but it wasn't something he could explain. Just an off feeling as he tried to keep out of sight.

Yes, that question was answered quickly too.

"Nath! Maf! Get down!"

JASON.

They knew he was there, they knew something was up, but of course, it had to be him involved. Maf mentally hurdled down the track and over to the most logically conclusion in place here, but common sense told him to follow their friend's instructions.

A friend.

Forged through fire.

And here was where Maf tried to decide what he needed to do as he squatted down, out of sight, as the battle raged on outside.

You better have something, Jason.

"Nathan, the door, get away from there," Maf's words sliced through the air towards the boy on the floor.
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Jason's ears were ringing over the sound of the bullets. Nath was one the floor and Jason wasn't sure if he was hit or not. Maf, in true Maf style was crouched down, ready to spring in to action but without guidance would do what he always did when unsure. Try not to hurt anyone. Unfortunately Jason needed him to do the exact opposite at the moment.

He only had a few darts left in his pistol and he wasn't about to waste any more. He needed his friends to start shooting or Quincy to pause. Everything was still fucked up. He needed to get back and find Brook, he needed to help Maf find Jen. Once they were all together again everything would start to make sense.

Wouldn't it?
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It was tense, you could cut the overall static and tense nature of the scene with a knife. Quincy was only a weed's whisper away from killing both Maf and Nathan, and Jason seemed intent on taking him out. He didn't know what to think, did Jason even know they were there before he started shooting?

It wasn't time to think of that now. Right now, things were getting too close for comfort. Someone had to do something, someone had to stop anyone else from getting hurt. Someone was already dead, so it was up to...up to someone to make sure that no one else here died.

For the first time now, Maf could see clearly. Jason was outside, taking cover after letting loose a shot at Quincy, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. He saw what was going on in there, he saw Nathan sprawled on the ground, possibly unconcious, possibly just keeping low. Maf himself saw Quincy spin around, reacting to the shot from Jason, rifle poised to kill.

And yet, every little bit of common sense Maf had told him now was the time to do something. Every little bit of common sense told him that it was up to him to make sure that no one else died. But he couldn't, could he? A lone gunman, dangerous, this wasn't going to end with a few words and pleas. This needed force.

Of course, the moment Quincy turned his head towards their friend, the shooter, Maf was on his feet. Everything was blazing through at a billions miles a second, and before he knew it, Maf, the brick shithouse of the Bayview Football Team, was barrelling towards the similarly built, but ultimately not up to scruff, boxer.

Maf caught him around the waist, and the two went flying through the air, albeit only for a minimally short time. Just like that, the gun was spinning across the cement floor, and the Fijian boy got his wish. Quincy was down.

But every instinct came rushing back behind him, and in a matter of seconds, he was back on his feet again, shocked, no, scared at what he'd done.

No, no I-I shouldn't have done that...

That was how the most important, scarring event of his natural life started. A tackle.

Not again.

Not. Again. No way. If there was one mistep in that, one little thing out of line, then it was that same disaster all over again, all caused by him, again.

In those sparse few seconds he had between Quincy having the ability to get up, and him being floored, Maf made his decision. His feet absentmindedly shifted backwards, not of his own will. His breath grew silent. He turned his head, looking around at the people there, people watching. Jason, that girl with the look in her eyes of sheer horror, or something like that, Nathan as well. The dead girl with her shocked face and eyes just...just staring out at him, watching him, looking at him, judging him.

He...no, he couldn't...he couldn't deal with this, not at all. Not again.

Not.

Again.

Maf's eyes flew to the exit, and his feet quickly followed suit, dragging him along for the ride. He had to get away. Away from all of them.

Before he knew it, the air was no longer stale and stagnant, but the wind flew by viciously, as the Fijian ran as far as he could make it.

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Felicia waited for her death. The death that she called upon herself for her terrible mistake, now her greatest crime. The death that she truly deserved, even though it also meant ending her suffering. The death that never came.

Amidst the terrible echoing gunshots that bounced off the walls of the building and repeatedly assaulted her ears, another sound came from nearby. Footsteps, somebody barreling towards her or at least in her general direction. Frightened and confused further by this and the delay in what should have been a bullet puncturing her brain, Felicia looked up just in time to see somebody strike Quincy with his entire body. She knew him, just like she had a handle for just about anybody at... at that school, but no name came. Even Quincy's name was nearly lost. In fact, all that really seemed important was that she had a moment.

With Quincy displaced and the boy suddenly running towards the opposite side of the warehouse, his path allowed Felicia to see her target once more. She stared at the door that had been flung open by her savior's flight, and thought nothing more on the subject. She picked up the gun that had now killed two people, stumbled only once or twice under the weight of her daypack, and didn't even look at Tiffany as she ran for her life.

I just want to find Rosa...

I just want Rosa...

I just... Rosa...


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Nathan felt the time slowing down. In spite of this, his heart kept beating away. The only sense that he was able to recognize at the time. He felt his chest, padding himself back up and down.

Nothing. A relief. A minimal relief, but a relief none the less.

His body slid down the wall until he was splayed down on the floor. The dim glow of the hanging light causing him to squint.

What now?

He shifted his head to his side and saw his pistol staring back at him. His hand strained out to clutch the handle. He placed the pistol on his chest, letting it rise and fall with every breath.

He was going to do something stupid. He was going to go up, and he was going to point his empty gun at the attacker and he was going to look like a fool. But they had to get out of here. There was no choice. Nathan glanced up to Maf, and opened his mouth to speak.

He never got to speak, Maf gave him a look and then ran out the door. Nathan bolted up to his feet and turned to see what happened. He couldn't believe it. Maf beat him to it. The Fijian tackled their assailant and as quick as he had done so, he ran

Nathan couldn't wait any longer. If he did, it'd be back to square one. He grabed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. He went to the door and froze for a moment, taking a glance at Jason.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His hands tightened around the backpack strap and Nathan followed the Fijian.

If Jason followed him, so be it. But he still had to give out answers.

That is, If Nathan didn't just give him a target to shoot at.

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Maf had plowed through Quincy with all the force of a runaway road train and Nathan had followed quickly in his wake with nary a look to the beleaguered Jason. Arguably the scene was a little chaotic but still the Australian couldn't figure out why they hadn't said a word. He wanted to explain what was going on but the two had scampered before he had a chance. Something must of happened, he reasoned to himself. Maf and Nathan would never leave him hanging by himself. Especially with someone firing at him.

Shit shit shit shit

Jason scrambled across slightly to get a better vantage point of what was going on as Nathan burst out of the warehouse.

I should call out to him, tell him to stop... but Quincy's still alive I don't want to get shot.

Despite the situation Jason smiled to himself.

heh, I'm a poet and I didn't know it.

It was then he saw it. Two bodies half covered by fallen crates and two packs. Two packs.

Water. Food. Gear?

Quincy was down for a second meaning Jason had a choice. He could chase after Nathan and Maf, or grab that stuff. He looked up at the slowly closing door of the warehouse and then back to the crates.

They won't get far I can catch them. There might be someone good in those bags. I have to try. I have to

Grabbing the straps of the backpacks he teased them from their owners, watching carefully in case the crates decided to move further. The next few seconds felt like an eternity as he heard Quincy scrambling to his feet from somewhere behind him. A shout? Jason wasn't sure and then footsteps.

Come on, come on, come on.

The first pack was out. Pretty weighty, something was in it. He went for the second. Footsteps, closer this time. This bag was a little harder to pull out. A shiny glint caught his eye though. A small paring knife was grasped in the hand of one of the crushed boys. Not a gun, but better than nothing. Quickly Jason pried open the fingers and pocketed the blade. Quincy was definitely close and he was far stronger than Jason. If they got in to a fight the wiry boy knew he wouldn't last long. Bouncing to his feet Jason broken in to a sprint, his new found prizes in his right hand, his pistol in the left.

He should of shot Quincy then and there while he was on the ground. That was the smart thing to do.

He should of chased down Nathan and Maf straight after.

Should've, would've could've. Still time to catch them. I can explain, I can fix this. They'll stop and we can find Brook and I'll fix everything. More than half the class is dead and we're still alive. We'll group up and this time there will be no mistakes. There's still time.

Grabbing a piece of metal on his way out Jason chucked it behind him, hoping to delay Quincy before shouldering the back door of the warehouse open and sprinting in to sunlight.

"Nathan! Maf! Wait..."

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Quincy pulled himself to his feet. They were gone. The tackle had stung, but not as badly as everything else that had occurred here. He had no idea what had come over 'licia, but he had to find out. Something was wrong with everything. He snatched up his gun again. There were people here. They had been with 'licia before. Maybe they'd done something to her. Maybe they knew what was wrong.

He'd have answers.

Most of them had left, but it sounded like one boy was still there, rooting around. Quincy headed that way. He was pretty sure he could take any of these guys in a fight. It had been a lucky blow that dropped him earlier, a lucky shot when he hadn't been expecting a physical assault. He wouldn't get careless again.

Something clattered near him, and he dived behind a stack of crates, banging his knee slightly. It didn't matter. If that was a grenade, he'd need all the cover he could get, though he'd be lucky if the explosion didn't push the pile of boxes over onto him.

He waited one long second.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Nothing.

Peeking out, he saw it was nothing more than a piece of scrap metal. The other boy had escaped. Quincy let out a growl of frustration, then headed for the door. Maybe he'd still be able to find them. Maybe he'd see them running off and be able to catch up. He needed some answers.

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