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Topic Started: May 2 2011, 02:16 PM (1,587 Views)
Dr. Nic
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How cute.
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[Girl #48 - Kaitlin Anderheim. Continued from So Far Awar From Home.]

Was this home?

It didn't look like home, but it looked nice, and Peter's smile was reassuring. Maybe this wasn't the home she wanted to go back to, but it certainly looked like it would be a nice home. Peter had to help her along the way, and she never let go of his hand, not once, since they started walking. It was becoming a habit for them to walk hand in hand like that, and honestly, Kaitlin wouldn't have it any other way. It made her feel safe. It made her feel comfortable. Peter had helped so much and was still helping her, and all she could do was follow him at his side and lean on him for support. The entire time they were traveling, she followed him. She didn't know where they were going until now, but that didn't matter. She followed.

She trusted him, so she would follow, no matter where they were headed.

Once they were inside the house, Kaitlin sat down and watched as Peter went about his business, checking the house and making sure that they would be safe there. Making sure it was safe to stay there and hopefully, safe to sleep there. While Peter was gone, Kaitlin sat on the little couch, running her hands over the fabric. It was dusty, and the house was more than a little stuffy, but it didn't look too bad. Just a layer of dust on everything thick enough to write in. A nice little fireplace and an old TV, magazines and a table. It all looked nice and cozy, though she would hate to have to clean the place. They could probably clean off enough to use, but dusting the entire house would have been murder.

...Okay, bad choice of words. Kaitlin shook her head and turned her attention to the stairs as Peter came back down.

She was glad to see him. No one else was there, it seemed, and they were safe. Safe. It was a little strange to feel that safe. They were never quite as safe as they were now, with a proper place to hide in and proper weapons to defend themselves. Now if only they could have a proper meal and a good nights sleep, it would be perfect. But for now, Kaitlin was content to just sit there with Peter in the comfort of the empty house, however dusty it was, on a couch that could have very well been the most expensive, most comfortable piece of furniture she'd ever sat on. Instead of, y'know, some cheap thing probably bought down at a local store for less than three hundred dollars. But no matter what it was, it was the most comfortable thing she'd sat on in over a week.

With Peter right there next to her, Kaitlin was happy. With Peter right there next to her, Kaitlin was safe.

Maybe, just maybe, thing would be better from now on. Maybe, just maybe, Kaitlin could get through all of this. As long as Peter was there with her. As long as they were safe, at home. Yeah... this was a nice home. Kaitlin took her hand away from Peter, but put her arms around him instead, and just sat there. Head on his shoulder, arms around him, leaning on him again. Not for support, but for the comfort that came with knowing he was that close.

Yeah... this was home.

"Thank you, Peter."
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Girl #??? - Viktoriya "Vika" Starikova
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Hot headed member of the soft ball team, secretly wishing she could fly.

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How cute.
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So relaxing. So calm. So nice. Kaitlin didn't want this to end. She didn't want to move and she might have even fought against falling asleep, but as long as she was in Peter's arms, she was happy. The world could come crashing down around them and she really wouldn't care as long as she was with Peter. No matter what happened, she was going to stay with him. No matter what, she was going to stay in his arms. This was home now and she never wanted to leave. She never wanted to go back out there and face what would come. The dying and the killing and the violence and everything else that was just wrong with their situation. She just wanted to run away with Peter and get out of this place and go home.

Or make a new home...

Eventually, as she lay there with Peter and her head slipped from his shoulder to his chest, she fell asleep. Not a very deep sleep, but it was everything about that situation that let her relax completely. His arms around her and the beat of his heart, the comfort of the house and the safety that came with it. As long as she was with him, she was home. As long as they were together, she was safe. And as long as she was alive, she would stay with him.

Nothing could ruin this. Nothing at all.

Well, almost nothing.

Before she even realized what was going on, Peter was already up. He had the shotgun in his hands and it took Kaitlin a moment to remember what happened. Immediately, she snapped to attention and slipped down on the floor, putting the couch between her and the door as best she could. But, as she sat and stared and watched Peter act, she remembered the name that had been called out when she was still mostly asleep. If pieced together slowly, but it all came together eventually.

Imraan...

Imraan?

Imraan!

"Imraan!"

Oh thank god. She knew Imraan, no matter how little she actually knew him, and he wasn't playing. He hadn't been on the announcements. He wasn't playing. He was still good. They could trust him... couldn't they?

They had to take that chance.

"Peter, it's okay. He... won't hurt us."

She hesitated, but tried to say it with some confidence. He wouldn't hurt them. It was a stretch to say she trusted him completely, but she trusted him far more than anyone else in this game other than Peter. She trusted Imraan more than any of the people who'd actually been playing the game. It wasn't much, but it would have to do. She got up and moved to the door, and looked to Peter. Then to the door. Her hand was on the knob. A deep breath.

No matter how little trust there was, it was still trust. After all, they were supposed to go to prom, weren't they? If she could trust him with being her date to prom, she could trust him not to kill her.

Hopefully.

"It's okay."

She opened the door.
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Hanging out somewhere, playing his heart out.
Writer and local retail slave at the comic book store.

Girl #??? - Viktoriya "Vika" Starikova
Floating in the void, unfinished and half-formed.
Hot headed member of the soft ball team, secretly wishing she could fly.

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How cute.
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Was this a mistake?

No... no, she couldn't doubt herself. She couldn't doubt Imraan. He was the only one, besides Peter, that she knew anything about. He was the only one she ever really got to know back at school. They were supposed to go to prom together. She had to at least try to trust him, try not to doubt him. But right now, she really didn't know what to think. Peter was uneasy, and when he was uneasy, it made Kaitlin uneasy. He kept her safe and if he didn't think it was particularly safe to have Imraan around... Did she do the right thing? Or would she regret it?

Kaitlin shook her head. She had to give Imraan a chance. But she might hold back on giving him a hug just yet, even if she was happy to see him.

"Yeah.. I'm glad you're okay too."

She didn't have much to say, really. With the tension in the air, she wondered if she should say anything at all, but keeping quiet would just make things worse. They could really use a change of subject, something to focus on besides what they had all been going through and what they had all been planning to do. She didn't know Imraan's plans and honestly didn't want to know. She was just glad to have someone else that she knew with them. Glad to have finally run into someone who wasn't dying, or dead, or killing. Imraan was just Imraan. Tall, intimidating, and just a little bit scary even before all of this happened.

But what could she bring up that would take both Peter's attention and Imraan's attention off of the tension filling the room? They couldn't really talk about anything... what could they talk about that had nothing to do with the game? Home? That would make everyone depressed. Friends? None of them had any friends left alive, and Kaitlin didn't have many to start with. Family? You mean the ones that none of them may get to see again?

This was hard. Kaitlin just wished they could...

Wait.

"A meal!"

Well, if that didn't break the tension, nothing would. Kaitlin just suddenly going from quiet as a mouse to damn near shouting about food.

"Yeah! We could have something to eat. Do you want something to eat? I want something to eat. Can we have something to eat?"

With as much tension that sat between the shotgun toting boys, Kaitlin seemed horribly nervous when she spoke, and didn't quite stop.

"What do we have to eat? Uhhh.... We have bread. Sort of. And crackers... one or two. Uhh... We've got... uhh... a mouthful of water?"

...Crap.

"Uhh... um... we could... catch a bunny?"

This wasn't working, was it?

Please don't kill each other.
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Hanging out somewhere, playing his heart out.
Writer and local retail slave at the comic book store.

Girl #??? - Viktoriya "Vika" Starikova
Floating in the void, unfinished and half-formed.
Hot headed member of the soft ball team, secretly wishing she could fly.

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Yes. Food. Food was good. They didn't need to discuss or dwell on bad memories, and she jumped a little when Imraan mentioned one. Bad memories were bad and she didn't want them to ever come up. She wanted them to be happy, and safe, and together. She wanted them to find some food and make a meal and have themselves a little feast if they could. Anything was better than bread and water and when the search began, Kaitlin did her best to pitch in. Peter was still uneasy, looked like he was having trouble relaxing. Kaitlin was too... but that, hopefully, would go away. Imraan was nice. Scary looking, maybe, especially with that shotgun, but he was a nice boy.

Everything would work out. Everything would get better. They could all be happy now. Right?

God, she hoped so.

It didn't take long before they found everything that they would find. It wasn't much, but it was so, so much better than bread and water. She may not have been the biggest fan of spam and stale cereal, but anything was better then bread and crackers. Yes, even spam. Really, compared to what they had been eating the past week, this was a feast. And it didn't even require the death of any poor little furry critters. To Kaitlin, that was the greatest thing ever at that moment. The warmth of a nice fire, the smell of cooking food, the company of friends, the safety of home. It was a perfect moment.

It didn't last long.

She knew why he asked it, she really did. She just wish he hadn't. Things were going so nice, they didn't need to be reminded that they were on an island in the middle of nowhere, fighting for their lives and fearing every little thing. They didn't need to discuss that or think back on any of the horrible things they had gone through. Kaitlin sure as hell didn't want to think back on the events of the past few days. The felled forest, the sawmill, the announcements, the bunny. That damn bunny. Why did it need to be a bunny? If they ever got out of here, she was getting a bunny. She was getting all the bunnies, just to make up for that.

She didn't know why she was for comfortable. But she knew why she hated anything that took away from that. This was home, and she was happy. She was able to go a little while, just a little while, without thinking about who was out there just waiting to kill them. And now here she was, thinking about it again. She stared down at the floor for a while.

"Do we really need to go back out there?"

She wanted to stay there. She wanted to stay in their new home until the world came to an end around them, and they were all that was left. Even if she would never be able to leave that home again, she would have preferred it to ever going back out into the island.

She sighed. There wasn't much they could do about that though. Imraan had his plans, and Peter had his own. Kaitlin was going to stay with Peter, no matter what.

"Imraan? If you really do leave tonight... will you promise me something?"

She turned to him.

"Promise to stay safe. Promise to stay alive. And promise to stay Imraan."

Imraan was Imraan. And she wanted it to stay that way.

"Promise. No matter what."
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Hanging out somewhere, playing his heart out.
Writer and local retail slave at the comic book store.

Girl #??? - Viktoriya "Vika" Starikova
Floating in the void, unfinished and half-formed.
Hot headed member of the soft ball team, secretly wishing she could fly.

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He just... left. He said what he wanted to say, and he just left. Just like that. He could have at least waited until the morning. Maybe they could have gone with him then. Maybe they could have stuck together. Watched each others backs, took care of each other, protected one another. Made sure none of them did something foolish. Made sure none of them got hurt. But no. He just left them there. He didn't promise anything and just left. Kaitlin... didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to do. There wasn't anything she could say. She wanted to be upset, she wanted to be mad, but she couldn't do anything. The rules were different here and no matter how much she wanted to deny it, she knew that what Imraan had to do was necessary. People were doing terrible things here and Imraan had seen far more than either Peter or Kaitlin.

The rules were different and Imraan was trying his best. She couldn't fault him for that.

She just really wished he would have promised her. Even if it meant he would have to lie. She would have preferred that. No, she wouldn't... but she could at least say she would have preferred that. Try to convince herself. It wasn't working very well. Kaitlin just sat, and stared, and tried her best to close her mouth and keep herself from crying again. Cause Imraan knew it, and Peter knew it and even Kaitlin knew it. They would never see Imraan again. The last time they would hear about Imraan would be on the announcements tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that. But within the week, Imraan would be dead. Within the week, Imraan would have killed someone. Neither option was very desirable.

Kaitlin would never see Imraan again... and she didn't know if she could handle that.

No, she knew. She knew the moment that he turned and stepped out the door that she wouldn't be able to handle it. She knew the moment he couldn't promise her anything that she wouldn't be able to handle it. But she didn't know what to do. It was all she could do to just keep herself from getting upset, but she really didn't know what to do. She wanted Peter to tell her what they were going to do, what was going to happen. But all that happened when he looked at her, and she looked at him, was Peter pulling her close with his arms around her. So warm. So comfortable. So safe.

Kaitlin couldn't help it.

They just sat like that, and Peter tried to say something, but there was nothing left to say. There was nothing either of them could say that would make it all better. When they were finally looking each other in the eye again, there were no words. There was nothing to be said between them. Just small comforts, the brush of a hand on a cheek and the wiping away of tears. And then it came.

The kiss.

That one kiss.

Real. Emotional. Passionate.

That one, real, true kiss.

She loved him. And he loved her. And she couldn't keep that in anymore. It just slipped out suddenly when they broke their embrace. It was simple, and it was sweet, and it was spoken in the softest manner. It wasn't much, but it was the most concrete thing they had now. On this island where everything ended so quick, where everything would have to come to an end when it was all over, it was the single most important thing she'd ever said. So simple, and small, yet more important than anything.

Just three little words.

"I love you."
Boy #??? - Joshua Edwards
Hanging out somewhere, playing his heart out.
Writer and local retail slave at the comic book store.

Girl #??? - Viktoriya "Vika" Starikova
Floating in the void, unfinished and half-formed.
Hot headed member of the soft ball team, secretly wishing she could fly.

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