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The Cavalry Arrives; See Midmonths
Topic Started: May 18 2011, 06:37 PM (11,534 Views)
Dr. Nic
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How cute.
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[Girl #48 - Kaitlin Anderheim. Continued from Back in St. Paul, if Just for an Evening.]

It was almost too good to be true.

Nine days. They spent nine days on that damn island. Nine days of fear and panic and running. Nine days of always worrying who they would run into, of always being afraid of what was around the next corner. Nine days of sleeping in the dark, huddled around a tiny fire, never wanting to face the next morning and the next announcement.

And now it was all over. They could go home. Nine days together, and they could finally go home. Just Kaitlin and Peter, together. Would they really be able to go home?

When they left the house, they didn't expect this at all. Peter was a little hesitant and to be honest, so was Kaitlin. She didn't know if it was real. She didn't know if it was just a trick or not, but they didn't have any better options. It was either take their chance at the beach, or go back to their original plan and Kaitlin wasn't exactly excited about their original plan. So they took the chance. Peter led the way, shotgun in hand, looking as intimidating as ever but it didn't bother her anymore. He was her knight in shining armor. His slightly dirty scout uniform was his armor, and his shotgun was his sword. He was always there to protect her, keep her safe, make her feel comfortable. More than comfortable.

That last night was...

"Peter, there!"

She pointed out across the beach, to the boat in the distance. People gathered around. Panicked, dirty, not one of them looking as if they could believe what was happening. Kaitlin and Peter would be joining them. Kaitlin and Peter would be getting out of this place, finally.

It was almost too good to be true... but it was real.

They were going home.

"Peter... we're going home."

She held his hand as tight as she could.

"We're actually going home!"

She couldn't help running. Despite everything that told her to approach this with caution, she ran. Down the beach, with Peter. Until she got closer, and saw everything in detail. The body nearby. Someone who died on their way to the boats, or someone they refused to take. She stopped running then, and stayed close to Peter, her arm wrapping around his. Staying next to him, behind him, that happiness and optimism replaced with fear. But they kept walking. Peter held the shotgun, and Kaitlin pulled the Epee from the loop of his backpack. Peter was her knight, he was her sword, but she needed one of her own to keep her safe. Just in case.

She wouldn't need it. Not for long, at least.

Because they were going home. They were actually going to be safe.

They were actually going home.


First stop? Cold Stone Creamery. For ice cream sundaes.

G048, Kaitlin Anderheim: Eliminated.
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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How cute.
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D/N
May 29 2011, 11:13 AM
(Andrea Raymer continued from Monsters)

Holy shit. She'd figured it out. Took her long enough, but Andrea'd always been a stubborn girl.

She took another step forward, and then a pair of fucking bolas, of all things, struck her from behind and knocked her down to the ground.

Alex White had shown up to crash the party one last time.
[Boy #14 - Alex White. Continued from Monsters

Sorry for the delay on this.

Just to make this clear: The scene between Alex and Andrea is NOT going to interfere with any pending escapes. Don't freak out. For positioning sakes, Alex and Andrea are further down the beach, at a tree line, and out of the way. Don't Panic.]

"I never said you could leave."

Alex was walking up behind Andrea. He'd been there for a while, hanging back. Following the whole group of them. Ever since the grocery store. He didn't leave when he got what he wanted from Allen. He just left them in shock and waited. Hid in the shadows, behind stores and in the other little alleys. Sat and watched things happen. Changed his bandages, making sure he didn't get any of Rosa's blood in an open wound or anything. The last thing he needed was to survive this thing and end up being diagnosed with some sort of STD.

"I was surprised as anyone else when I heard this was happening. But I never said any of you could leave."

Alex pulled one of the grenades from his belt. And the shillelagh.

"See this? I figure I could throw this far enough to be more than effective in keeping any of you from leaving. And I'm sure you remember this. It remembers you."

One hard blow to her leg. Right in the center of one of the wicked bruises he left her with the last time he saw her. That should be more than enough. Alex walked past Andrea, leaving her tangled in the bolas. He was confident she wasn't going to be moving any time soon. Not with the memory of their last meeting still fresh in her mind. Not with the pain in her leg. Certainly not after the way he left her last time, and the threat of a repeat performance looming. She was bandaged now, sure, but she couldn't have been in the best shape from that first go around. Besides, those ropes were wrapped pretty tight around her legs. And just to rub it in her face, Alex called back as he kept on walking.

"And thanks so much for the tip about Allen. Nice kid. Gave me exactly what I needed."

With a grin on his face, Alex held the grenade tight. Ready to pull the pin and hurl that thing as far as he could. Think of it like a baseball, or a football, and try your best. Always have a second chance at it.

Alex was adding insult to injury.

To reiterate: What a bastard.
Edited by Dr. Nic, May 30 2011, 03:25 AM.
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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How cute.
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Son of a bitch.

Right back to day one. Andrea pulling her cute shit. Rosa pulled cute shit a little while ago, and look where that got her. Alex didn't have a piece of glass to stick Andrea with though, and Andrea was struggling considerably more than Rosa was. There weren't so many actual blows, but Andrea was thrashing more than enough once Alex was down to keep him occupied. An arm here, a leg there, white skin and dirt and wicked purple yellow welts everywhere. Just a mass of flailing limbs and cursing voices and the occasional sound of solid contact.

Andrea had some fight left in her.

They went back and forth. Andrea started on top, but didn't stay there the entire time, but it was much of the same for Alex. Every time he'd get the upper hand, Andrea would lash out and thrash some more. An errant foot or raking claws would net her the upper hand. Every time she got the upper hand, he'd overpower her and take advantage of her previous wounds.

It wasn't a very long fight, but by the time it was over, even Alex was running out of energy.

"You bitch."

They separated, eventually. Andrea had a grenade of her own. Now how did she get that?

"You wouldn't do it."

She was holding it with both hands. One holding the grenade. The other holding the pin. She was actually making a threat.

A threat. An actual fucking threat. When did she grow balls?
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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Well now, this was surprising. Andrea really did grow some balls. Alex watched the pin drop, then glared at Andrea and the grenade she was holding. He could have taken it from her before now. He could just walked right up to her, broken her and taken it from her cold dead hands. But now? Now he was hesitant. Nothing was stopping that grenade from going off once it was out of Andrea's grip, and if Alex couldn't take it quick enough, they were both dead. And not the pretty kind of dead, with just a few extra holes and lots of red. No, their fate would be much worse. Much more violent.

Just bloody chunks and sand.

He could risk it. He certainly could. Risk the explosion, get as close as he could to the boat, make sure none of them left. He didn't get to leave so why should they? But those were awfully big risks to take. First the grenade, then a game of chance with the gunmen at the boat. He was safe enough at this distance but any closer and they'd certainly open fire. No cover on the beach. A few extra holes and lots of red.

Alex wasn't quite ready to die.

"Alright."

Alex held up his hands. Put the grenade back on his belt. Made sure everything else was still there.

"Alright."

Alex stepped back.

"You're lucky."

And Alex walked away.

"You're lucky."

He watched her, but he walked away. Left her there. Left her with her victory. Just walked away, and let Andrea have her moment.

Just walked away.

Out of sight.






He was gone...







"You're lucky."

He turned around.

"You get to leave."

He came back.

"You get to escape."

He aimed at Andrea.

"Goodbye, Andrea."


He pulled the trigger. Again, and again, and again.
Edited by Dr. Nic, May 30 2011, 03:23 PM.
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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Son of a bitch! That was loud!

The first one was farther off, but the blood staining his pant leg and running into his eye was proof that the second was just close enough. He wasn't bloody chunks and sand, not quite, but there were more than a few cuts and at least one piece of shrapnel giving him trouble. He wanted to run her down and put on in the back of her skull for that. He wanted to make sure she was dead and never coming back, and never getting out of here, but he couldn't. Not with that bit of metal in his leg. Not with the stinging in his eye. Not with the attention drawn to that end of the beach.

No, Alex just watched.

Watched Andrea stumble into the water. Watched the people on the boat react. Watched as things were preparing to go to hell in a hand basket. Alex just watched, the way he did when they buried those girls. Just sat, and watched, and waited. He eyed the bolas nearby. Torn to hell. Useless. He looked down at his leg, squinted, wiped the blood out of his eye. Pant leg was torn. Leg was bleeding. Burned like hell. Useless.

He wouldn't be running anyone down any time soon.

"So long, everyone."

Alex tied off his leg. Keep it covered, maybe stop the bleeding a little. Wiped the blood out of his eye again. It wasn't the first time he saw red, wouldn't be the last, but god damn did it sting this time. He'd bandage up properly, but really didn't have the time. It was risky enough just sitting there and watching. No one was paying any attention to where he was. They were all focused on Andrea. That was his cue. Time to pull out and back away. Slip off while no one knew he was there.

Yeah, it was time to leave. So he left. He turned, and walked away. Just fucking walked away.

With a few more holes, and a lot of red.

[Boy #14 - Alex White. Recovering in Full Circle. ]
Edited by Dr. Nic, Jun 1 2011, 09:42 AM.
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.

Those who were
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