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Beast of Burden
Topic Started: May 18 2011, 08:52 PM (1,802 Views)
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A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
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((Jason Harris continued from I Will Follow You into the Dark))

Jason didn't wait for a response from Nathan and begun hastily working his way down the mountainside. He skidded slightly as scree kicked up from his movements tumbled down the embankment and narrowly avoided a few of the larger rocks that scattered in his wake. Glad for his previous outdoor forays it took him less than a minute to wind his way down to the bottom of the mountainside where Maf lay ominously still. Pulling up sharply Jason ran to the unconscious boy and bent down to check his pulse feeling around on his neck. Maf looked terrible, blood was oozing from several wounds and his body was covered with bruises, gashes and all manner of cuts. Fumbling Jason closed his eyes and counted.

"One, two, three." He couldn't hear a pulse. The thundering sound of his own heartbeat drowned out any possibility of picking out Maf's sounds of life. "Shit." Jason cussed as he risked a quick look around. "No, no no no. This is not happening." He gritted his teeth; he was going to have to perform CPR.

Oh this is bullshit, I haven't even kissed a girl

As he bent down a movement gave him pause. He wasn't sure that it happened but it was enough to give him pause. There it was again. Ever so slightly Maf's chest heaved in and out and Jason breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank fuck for that.

Maf was alive, but he was hurt. Hurt badly. He could have a concussion, a broken limb, all manner of damage to his body and his life could still hang in the balance. Jason wasn't a doctor, not by any means but at the moment he was the best Maf had and he wasn't going to let his friend down.

"You hold on mate, I'm going to get you out of this." He wasn't sure if Maf could hear him, but it was as much for himself as it was for his friend. He refused to believe that Maf, the strongest person he knew would perish on this island. He didn't look strong now though.

A thought slipped unwanted in to the back of Jason's head.

or... you could just kill him now. Jason shut the voice out, but it lingered for a moment before fading away.

"Ok lets see, what was it?" he mused. "Check for bones, damages to the neck, shortness of breath." This wasn't a safe place. People could come by at any second he had to move Maf. Slipping one of Maf's burly arms over his shoulder Jason hoisted the boy up.

"Oooof." Maf was dead weight and 260 poorly distributed pounds was not something Jason could lift for very long, regardless of how well prepared he was for it. Given his current state of health this was intensified further and Jason felt a spasm run down his left side. "You weigh a fucking tonne mate," he muttered as he tried to keep his balance. As he glanced around for his pack Jason froze catching sight of a shadow. A shadow of a person standing close behind him with a gun raised.

"Oh shit."
Edited by Fanatic, May 19 2011, 12:46 AM.
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Jason had taken a sharp intake of breathe when he turned around, preparing to plead with his assailant not to shoot. Once he did however, he experienced the broadest array of emotions he had ever encountered in his life. The surge of relief he felt course through his body was immediately and jarringly wrenched from his mind upon seeing the slim pistol clutched in Nathan’s trembling hands. He opened his mouth to speak but Nathan cut him off. The cracking of his friend’s voice as he issued commands was more than enough to encourage Jason to keep silent. Regardless of the relationship a person behind the gun it was never a good idea to make any sudden movements.

In most cases of murder the victim usually knows the assailant

The useless fact sped past Jason’s mind as he slowly and deliberately placed Maf’s body on the ground. He risked a short look to ensure the Fijian was lying comfortably before standing up once more keeping his eyes locked on Nathan’s.

As Nathan sent the flurry of accusations Jason’s way he gathered his thoughts. He felt a pang of guilt when Tiffany’s name was mentioned then an odd sensation of anger. Brook was still out there and every second wasted here meant that he could be in a situation he couldn’t escape. Still, Nathan deserved an explanation. Jason paused to organise his speech before opening his mouth.

“Nath, mate. You know me.” Each word, each sentence came out deliberately and fully enunciated. “Tiffany was an accident. She had a gun and Brook didn’t see.”

He paused again, his eyes flicking towards Nathan’s shaking hands, pistol clutched in a vice like grip.

“I didn’t even mean to shoot her. Just a warning shot to get Brook away. Brook can tell you.” His friend’s eyes darted to the top left.

A visual cue for processing an imaginary scenario. He’s considering doing something. Please let it be putting the gun down.

“We barely got away. Everyone’s gone nuts. Everyone but us Nath. I’m not sure what happened to Brook. We got separated and I’m sure if we find him he can explain everything. “ Jason slowly moved his hands up with his palms outward. “I know it sounds bad Nathan, but you have to trust me. I promised you at the beginning that we’d get through this together.”

Jason took a tentative step forward. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking what would Geoffrey do? You’re thinking Geoffrey would set out and win, no compromises. The thing is. Geoffrey’s not here Nathan. You are. You’re better than you give yourself credit for. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. We need to work together to get out of this. We’re friends. This shitty situation won’t, can’t change that.”

Jason paused once more, letting his words sink in. “You asked me to explain and I did. Lower the gun. Someone could come across us at any minute and shoot us; Reiko, Kris, Maxwell, any of the others. We have to find Brook and make sure Maf is safe. Lower the gun. You’re not a killer. You’re better. You’re Nathan Choultard and I’m Jason Harris. Track Runners, students. Friends.”

Suddenly a loud voice cut across the air.


A finger twitched in shock.


Not everyone forgets to take the safety off.



Jason’s eyes widened.
Edited by Fanatic, May 23 2011, 03:22 AM.
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Jason’s ears hummed with the after effects of the loud noise of Nathan’s gun going off and he stood stock still for a second. Nathan, his friend, had almost killed him. If not for that simple piece of wood he’d have a neat bullet hole right through his chest. Jason’s expression grew stormy for a moment as Nathan scuttled away dropping the gun from his fingers, letting it fall in to the sand.

In less than a moment Jason’s angry glare was turned to one of resolute purpose as he began to stride over towards Nathan pausing at the pistol on the ground. Bending over he carefully picked it up before continuing on until he stood towering over his friend, his eyes stone cold. Nathan had shot at him. There was only one thing left to do.

Nathan reached up to rub the dirt away from his hand as Jason’s shadow blotted out the evening sun beating down in the small clearing. A glint of light flashed blinded Nathan momentarily as he looked upwards in to the barrel of his own gun. Jason’s lips were shaped in to a frown and his brow was furrowed, his hand resting all too comfortably on the trigger of Nathan’s Firestar pistol.

“Nath.” He said, his voice slow and deliberate, with none of the warmth that had come before. The barrel of the pistol was aimed directly at Nathan’s head. From this range there was no way Jason could miss.



“Wrong move.”


Nathan squeezed his eyes tight. This was it.










“...mate.”

Then nothing.

Nathan cracked an eye open. Jason still stood above him but something was different. The pistol had turned in Jason’s hands. This time it’s handle was pointed towards him, offered back to him like a dog bringing him the dead corpse of a racoon it had found. Jason simply didn’t understand Nathan wanted no part of that gun. The Australian’s face had changed from the cold heartless facade to one grinning from ear to ear like he had just pulled off the prank of the century.

Jason offered his hand out to Nathan, glancing away briefly, his head cocked listening to the voice on the wind. “Well, at least I know you know how to fire the gun right?” Jason looked back at Nathan. “Well come on then, we’ve got to get to these boats. Maf isn’t going to carry himself and we’ve got to find Brook too, no many left behind and all that jazz as you American’s like to say.”

It felt weird but Jason was strangely detached from the situation. It was like his emotions had distanced themselves somehow. Every thought was pragmatic. How would they get to the boats, what the time was, who to look out for. There would be enough time to break down when they were all safe. Things had not changed. Protect your friends; the only thing that was different now was that they had a chance of survival. Jason wasn’t going to let Nathan, Brook or Maf pass that up.

He felt Nathan’s hand clasp his.

“Lets go.”

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