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The Youngest Was The Most Loved
Topic Started: Mar 21 2011, 07:04 PM (2,002 Views)
Dropbear
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[[Sapphire McLeod continued from elsewhere]]

Running forever. Of course.

She had forgotten what had happened.

Somehow that was probably for the best. Mainly because she seemed to have red on her.

It smelt bad.

Real bad.

Usually she'd kind of be freaking out at the fact she couldn't remember.

Then again, she didn't want to ever remember again.

And then there was suddenly beach, sand, water.

Sapphire McLeod slowed down to a crawl, watching the water. How long had she been running for?

Goddamnit, she couldn't remember.

Slowly, she fell to her knees and cried. For a reason she couldn't remember.
B069 Ben Powell: That's a bout. Salute. Shake hands.
G052 Sapphire McLeod: The Youngest Was The Most Loved
G084 Eve Walker-Luther: The Prime Time Of Your Life


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A crack.

Chest shot. Back left, going through left lung, breaking a rib, exiting breast.

Sapphire was thrown forwards into the sand. Pain. A lot of it.

And of course, more red.

...why wasn't she shocked about this sudden attack on her?

The fact that she wasn't going to get off the island?

End the pain and all that stuff?

Didn't she care that she was going to die?

Not really. It was always going to end with death.

Wasn't it easier this way, not knowing the person who was taking her life?

Awkwardly, slowly, she slid off her blood red bracelet, watching it.

Four days of work. She thought it was her best creation yet.

She threw it to the side into the sand.

"Take it. Finish me. I forgive you."

Another crack.

The pain disappeared.

The world disappeared.

Girl 52: Sapphire McLeod - Deceased
B069 Ben Powell: That's a bout. Salute. Shake hands.
G052 Sapphire McLeod: The Youngest Was The Most Loved
G084 Eve Walker-Luther: The Prime Time Of Your Life


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