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No One Here Gets Out Alive; One-Off Thread - NSFW
Topic Started: Jun 12 2011, 05:15 PM (3,564 Views)
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(Zach Jamis continued from Refraction)

Zach wasn't a fucking villain, but he sure wasn't a hero. He just realized that. He was none of those things. Or maybe both. Or maybe a hybrid.

As he arrived at the big fucking neighborhood for what felt like the tenth time, memories started to flood into his mind. Everything he did. All of the choices he made. Real big number of achievements. It was as if he really gave a shit what happened to him on this shithole.

He stared at a stray camera. He wondered how he looked on television. Maybe he didn't get any screentime. Well thank christ. The last thing he would need was a bunch of shirts with his ugly mug on them. Of course, they could also be building him up as a badass, which worried Zach. Well, not worry, because that would mean he actually gives a shit what people thought of him. No. It was just annoying.

"What are you looking at?" He asked the camera.

The camera didn't answer.

"Yeah." He said. "That's what I thought. Turn the other way and stare at the wall."

The camera was an ass though, because it kept staring at him.

"Do I have something on my face?"

The camera didn't answer.

Zach flipped it off. "Yeah, fuck you too."

Zach wondered if he was going crazy. Maybe. The insomnia wasn't helping.

Sleep. Zach didn't need sleep. He existed on hate, cigarettes and air. And he was running out of one of those things. He stared at the camera, not really caring whether Sam stared.

He knew she was watching.

"Lace."

Silence.

"S'been awhile. Sure hope you still aren't crying. Always thought you were tougher than that."

The camera didn't respond.

Zach just sighed. Okay, yeah, he was going insane. Fucking nuts. Soon he'll start killing people without any mercy. Wasn't that how all those player motherfuckers started? Their tiny minds snapped? Whatever. It's not like losing your mind was the end of the world. Fuck you mind. Go take a hike. He glared at Sam for a minute before going on his way.

This was starting to be one of those lame flashback episodes, where half of the fucking thing is just revisting the people and places Zach touched over his life. He hated tv. Hated the assholes who talked about tv shows like it's the only interesting thing in their lives.

He stopped in front of a grocery store. Some run down bullshit. Maybe smokes were in there. He didn't care whether they were classy. He just needed them. They were the most important thing of all.

It was around this time when Zach realized that he hated everything.

Well. That wasn't really a surprise. Everything in the world sucked.

Zach was also running out of cigarettes. Fuck everything. Seriously. Fuck it. At least he was back with Sam, but that was only a brief thought. Least she wasn't dead. At least Gacy-chan didn't kill her. Zach made damn sure to stick close to her now. He wasn't letting her fall out of sight again.

He blinked. Oh. Right. Sam.

He looked back before kicking the door open.

"Sam. I'm stopping at the store. Want anything?"
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Sam went ahead of him. Even after promising that he wouldn't let her out of his sights, Zach did just that. The place was damn deserted, she would be fine. There were more important matters to be concerned with.

For example, cigarettes.

They kept the cigarettes behind the counter, in a little open shelve named "CIGARETTES". He made a beeline for it, forgetting about Sam.

He scrambled over. The window was stained glass with a big crack in the middle. Even though he couldn't see quite well through it, he knew it was empty.

Zach grimaced. Fuck everything, seriously. This was getting to be ri-god damn-diculous. Lines of expired cereal but no shitting cigarettes. He didn't need much. He didn't need fancy shit. He just need something to tide him over.

He flipped over the counter. Maybe the assholes stored some behind it.

No such luck. Zach cursed to himself, pulling open cabinet after cabinet. He had to find something. He was pulling at the cobwebs, desperate to find something.

This was bullshit. The dump place had fucking cans lining the walls and rats scurying out of every friggin hole in the wall. There had to be cigs. Had to be. Yet there wasn't. Zach's heart was pounding.

"Fuck," Zach said, slamming the cabinets. "Fuck fuck fuck shit fuck me fuck," he wheezed, "just... shit. God"

He held his head in his hands.

Get up Zach. Get up and act like a man.

He needed cigs though. Shit made him cool. Made him a goddamn genius. Kept him contained.

Didn't mean you have to be a complete pussy Zach.

Inhale exhale. He was trying so desperately not to waste his last ones. He wanted to hold onto them as long as possible.

Maybe if he weren't being such a shaky fuck, the sound wouldn't have made him leap.

The noise was loud. Zach never heard it before, but he was sure that he knew. A cannon. They used that shit during war reenactments right? They were fake. His pops brought him to one when he was little. It bored the shit out of him. The entire thing was just a snooze, and Zach had his arms crossed the entire time.

The sound was much more violent. It wasn't as loud. And there certainly wasn't a loud crash. It felt contained.

Like a gun. A fucking gun.

He remembered Sam.

Knew her for so long. Only thing close to a normal friend. He had let her go off, alone.

Fuck.

Me.

Zach dropped the cigarette as he ran. He didn't go to pick it back up.

Zach didn't know where the shot came from. It was in the store. He knew.

Everything was crumbling.
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No.

No no no no shit fuck fuck fuck no how the fuck could this happen?! Zach got there once the shelf fell and watched as The Ginger filled Sam up with lead and - She stopped moving! Zach was gasping for air - no, he grabbed for as much air as he could! It left all too quickly!

"SAMYA!"

Every bad boy voice in his head told him to get a fucking hold of himself! But fuck them, fuck everything, Sam was - Sam -

Fuck. The boy turned around and saw him. That sick fuck was looking right at him!

Zach - Zach didn't know what the fuck to do! Jesus fucking christ Sam was - oh shit. Sam was dead! She was dead! Zach couldn't believe it! Memories rushed into his head before he could even think! He had been friends with her since elementary, Zach was this asshole and Sam had always stuck around! He never really thought about it! That was when the other memories, the robbing, the escape group, that girl who had screamed at him, Mizore, that kid Simon, that mute kid that Zach pissed off, all the dead kids, everyone, dead, dying, death, and Lacy, oh god Lacy, his parents, home and how he used to cry like a baby at everything and and and -

Zach shook out of it and took a step back.

Sam had told him to run.

Run? RUN THE FUCK WHERE?

Zach didn't fucking know! Out the door?! That shit was in this fucker's view! He'd mow him down! God damn it Sam! Couldn't you have been more specific! Shit! Zach, Zach, think god damn it!

If he were the badass he always imagined himself to be, Zach Jamis would piledrive the ginger right in the face and break every bone in his scrawny ginger body.

Zach didn't do that though. Who would be stupid enough to try that?! He was no god damn super hero!

So for once, Zach Jamis actually listened to something Sam had told him.

Zach Jamis turned on his tail and ran.
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Zach was fucking scared.

No, not fucking scared because that would actually qualify it. This is a level of fear that didn't even fucking register. Mother fuckers couldn't even comprehend just how fucking scared he was. Zach kept dodging through aisles, ducking and weaving. Zach Jamis was waiting for an opening to make a run for it, but at the same time he had no clue where the fuck the ginger was! He could be anywhere! His voice was coming from every direction, and he had no idea where -

Wait, didn't this guy just ask...

What the fuck was wrong with this guy?! Did he want Zach to kill him?! Why the fuck would anyone want to die after killing someone with a shotgun?!! Zach didn't fucking understand! Fuck! Fuck fuck FUCK!

Coward?! You bet your fucking ass, anyone with half a brain and no weapons would be running away from you you stupid freaky ginger! Sam told him to run, so he ran, he ran as fast as he could and he wasn't going to fucking regret that! Just go outside and shoot yourself in the face Jimmy! For fucks sake! Just leave him alone!

Zach's heart was pounding. The ginger popped into view, Zach freaked. He quickly ducked behind a shelf, held his head with his hands.

Get a grip. Calm down. He's not going to -

FUCK!

Zach spilled back, slid on the floor! His legs were jelly. He knew he had to get back up to his feet, had to run but he kept slipping. No! No no no, shit, Zach, get up. He scattered to the ground, clawing at it with his hands.

Zach turned back. Ginger was there, hovering over him. No. No, he had to run. Had to escape. His legs turned to rubber.

Play it cool Zach. Just play it cool.

"Y-You stay the fuck away from me!" Zach was uncool. He was angry, scared. "Y-You fucking killed Sam! Sam-" Shit. Was he crying?! "Sam was my friend! She was - "
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The barrel hit his head and Zach felt the shelf behind him. It was hard. Shit. His head pounded, and he held it in his hand.

He wasn't supposed to die. Not after Sam told him...

"Up yours, fucking ginger!" Zach scrambled. "Fuck you! That's a pisspoor excuse and you know it!"

He tried to force more out. God damn it Zach say something!

"You're just scared! Like me, like everyone else..."

Fuck, he didn't want to die! Zach had nowhere else to run! He had no weapons, no way he could risk running now! What else was he going to do?!

Click

This was it...





That was when Zach pressed down on his heel and sent his foot into Jimmy's leg.
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His heart was pounding as he ran away. The first place Zach arrived at was where Sam was, not out of choice but out of sheer coincidence. It was the blood that made him pause. There was a hell of a lot of blood, pooled on the floor like an exaggerated Rorschach picture. Zach knew the word Rorschach because his therapist used to show him plenty of them. Zach took dainty little steps. Couldn't get blood on his boots, it would stain. He didn't see how this could be considered hypocritical, seeing as how he just shanked someone in the leg.

Her gun was out in the open. The shelf was tilted, Sam's body supporting it. If he wanted to, he could grab her bag and all of her shit.

He didn't want to. Zach felt that he had to. He just didn't want to.

Sam had asked him a question. Went along the lines of "Why do you act nice to me?" or "Why am I an exception?". At the time Zach didn't have an answer. He still didn't have it. The sea of unanswered questions, the doubts, the lies was so wide that Zach could drown. He didn't understand why the hell all of this was sprouting up now. It didn't seem relevant before. Just go away. Stop pestering him.

Zach thought about going back to Jimmy and killing him with Sam's gun. Then he remembered how that would make him as much of a monster as the ginger, so he didn't go through with it.

"Sorry Sam."

Fuck, no, bitch, don't even bother. Don't go apologizing unless you mean it. You don't mean it. You're only saying that because you think you have to.

His mind lingered to places it's never been. A bunch of responsibility shit that he wanted no fucking part of. Revenge, anger, loneliness. Maybe if he ignored it all, he won't have to deal with it.

"I'm sorry."

Zach took the gun. His hand trembled. He almost touched the blood but he managed to avoid it.

Keep apologizing Zach. See where that gets you. Sam'll really appreciate that, for sure.

"I'm so so sorry."

Apologizing did not feel right. It made his raspy voice sound lighter. Squeakier. Like he was fourteen all over again. He just spun the barrel with his thumb. Considered taking the easy route, thought better of it.

"I'm so so so so fucking sorry I'm sorry..."

Okay, yeah, you got him. This was his fault. He should have been watching her. He swore he must have ADD or something because he promised himself he wouldn't let her out of his reach. Then he wandered off five seconds later and bam. Zach didn't know the definition of irony, but if he did he'd sure as hell use the word right now. It was his fault, there was no use denying it, his only friend was dead and he practically shot her.

Zach wasn't crying. No. He just had something in his eye. In both his eyes. Yeah. That was all. Fuck, no, he wasn't crying. Stop bothering him. There was nothing wrong. He was fine. All he wanted was a pepsi, a goddamn pepsi.

His voice fell low. So low that he could not figure what the fuck he was saying anymore. He looked nuts, well, the frizzy hair that stuck out to all sides did not help. He looked like a crazy hobo.

Man, fuck Jimmy. Fuck him in his ginger face.

What the fuck ever. God damn small-dicked pussy ass bastard. Fuck him and his fucking asshole egotisitcal attitude. Zach wanted to find whoever conserved him and beat the everloving shit out of them with his bare fucking fists until the huge ass caves that they used to call faces were as fucking wide as the goddamn Grand Canyon. He wanted to pick up that fucking shelf that topped over Sam's corpse and throw it through the fucking wall, break every last piece of the damn thing into a million pieces, maybe cut his wrists on the shards just so he can feel something. He wanted to kill fucking everyone, every last pathetic, passive, selfish fuck on this island, make them feel the anger and hate and sadness that he felt because oh ho they didn't fucking know a single fucking thing about loss. They couldn't even fucking comprehend the meaning of loss, the best they probably could ever come up with was burying their puppies in their backyards, bunch of frightened mice. They couldn't understand what loss meant because they were so fucking concerned about themselves. Zach was the most self-centered person to ever exist but now he knew what loss felt, and it made him feel small and pathetic. Fuck anyone who thought they can just skate through this game unscathed. Wait. No. Fuck him. Fuck Zach Jamis. Fuck that fucking asshole, he was the worst. He started this. He put himself in this situation. Zach had a chance to change though, he had the capability to change. All he had to do was find the exit. He had to find the exit before the situation ate him alive. Had to find the exit. Had to find the exit. Where's the fucking exit? Where's the fucking exit? He wanted to find the exit had to find the exit and the tears burned like acid and his tongue swelled and he couldn't see because his eyes were clouded with tears that he fought so desperate to fight off and -

Okay. He was crying. You happy now America? He was crying. You've won. You've made Zach Jamis cry. Here's your fucking medal. Are you happy? Are you proud of what you've done? Well you sure better be!

Zach Jamis heaved a sniffle. He could not cry here. He did everything. He bit down on his tongue.

Then.

"Sam, you treated me like a human. Like I mattered. Even before I started this rebel sh..." No. "Before I became this. Even when were stuck here. So thanks. I... I needed you."

Hell, she needed an answer. That was the best he could come up with. Whatever. She'd be fine with whatever. Zach wanted to say something else but the lump in his throat stopped him. About all else he could do was pocket the gun, grab all the ammo and strap her bag. Picking shit off of the dead. Smooth as fucking ice. Zach, you're an asshole.

He managed to say something else as he was turning away.

"... I'll put this to good use."

That was it.

(Zach Jamis continued in Failing to Reappear)
Edited by Ciel, Oct 6 2011, 11:53 AM.
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