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Paradise; This one's for all the marbles.
Topic Started: Nov 4 2014, 12:14 AM (5,370 Views)
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((Joey continued from It Was Fear of Myself...))

There are only four of you left, and it's time to whittle that down to one...


Joey snapped to attention. Four people left. Quickly identified as Zubin, Himself, Hansel, and Mara. He paid no attention to the brief description of himself. He was busy focusing on other things. He knew that Hansel and Mara had killed. He had seen Mara recently. She looked like she'd stepped out of a warzone, and likely she would be ready to go right back in.

Hansel's name had been mentioned so many times over the time spent here that it had become second nature to hear the familiar greeting voice, followed by Hansel's name.

Zubin. Zubin was a mystery. What had happened since the school building? Joey couldn't recall Zubin being announced as a killer. Maybe he just bailed from a bad situation. Either way, if Joey ran into Zubin before the other two, he'd have to be on alert.

"Or maybe all three of them would kill each other? That'd be nice. I could stroll into the park to find out I've won." Joey's under breath muttering was laced with the slightest hint of sarcasm.

"Good luck. Oh, and remember: you need to score at least one kill if you don't want to star in the next act of our continuing drama. That means you, Grey and Wadia."

Joey stopped dead in his tracks. His mind began racing. His memory was trying to jog itself. Then he remembered. Last year, there was a news report that said the Kimberly girl had come very close to not being released. This terrorist group had a rule that if someone did not kill and won, they would be thrown back into a future game.

"Fucking god damn it." Joey growled as he felt his body drop forward onto his knees.

He'd have to kill someone. No matter what, he would have to take one of the three lives left to take.

Joey looked down at his weapons, both of them lay together on the ground to his right. They were great weapons. They would have been even greater in a different person's hands. However, he was bringing knives to a gunfight. Joey had had a horseshoe up his ass to this point. He was praying that the horseshoe was inscribed with clovers and best friends with a rabbit's foot. It would be his only chance.

As Joey neared the boundary line of the brush to the park, he heard a shot ring out. His heart began racing to the point that he was pretty certain the audience would hear it. The shot sounded like it came from the other side of the park. Joey moved along the brush line, trying to get a better view. He couldn't see enough of the park to determine where anyone else was.

This was it. He'd have to venture out. Joey unzipped his bag and finished off what little was left in his water. He left the bag on the ground. There would be no need for it.

Using the sword in his left hand, Joey pushed back some of the foliage and moved a cautious few steps into the perimeter of the park. The pounding in his chest was deafening, but for the first time since he woke up all those days ago, Joey felt ready for what was about to happen.
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((OOC: From this point on, GMing of Joey and Mara has been green-lighted)

Joey's eyes strained to make out the shape on the far side of the park, moving towards the gazebo. Another gunshot echoed across the park causing Joey to flinch. The gunshot and flinch caused Joey's failure to notice that he was being rapidly moved on.

He turned just in time to make out the girl from the Overpass say she was sorry. The face that Joey pulled as he Mara's finger found the trigger was probably a bit comical in hindsight. Something along the lines of biting right into a lemon. Joey heard a faint click, but no loud noise. No roaring pain anywhere on his body. No life flashbacks or tunnels of light.

Joey opened his eyes to see Mara looking at her gun with a very perplexed expression.

Now or never kid.

Joey felt the scream come from deep in his chest. Hookswords at the ready, Joey made a dash towards Mara.
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Joey was carrying more speed than he thought he could ever muster. The immense seriousness of the situation he was in provided the boost to keep his legs churning.

The gun came flying towards him. Dodging it caused him to stutter step. Joey's body contorted as he still attempted a swing of one of the swords. His off-balance strike was deflected by Mara's swinging bag.

There was a split second once Joey stopped moving forward where he could see Mara on the ground. She was prone and defenseless. This was his opportunity to strike. He had to. He couldn't do another round of this game.

"I won't..."

Joey felt his right arm twitch. He felt his fist clench the handle of the sword. As he was about to raise the sword and attack once more, purple smoke suddenly filled the area, swallowing Mara and any visibility Joey had.

"No!" Joey growled through his teeth. For the first time on the island, he had experienced a fight instead of flight response, and even that had gone wrong.

"I can't go back! I CAN'T GO BACK!"

The reality of what faced him if he did indeed let Mara live hit him like a truck.

"I WON'T!!" He screamed as he swung his left arm towards where he thought Mara was. The blade contacted nothing.

"I CAN'T!" He swung the sword in a different direction and felt it hit the soft dirt. He ripped back, pulling the grass with him.

"YOU DON'T GET IT!!" He hollered into the cloud of smoke.

"They are going to keep me." He said flatly.

"They'll keep me here..."

Joey took another swing at the air in front of him, hoping with every fiber of his being that his blind attacks would do something useful for once.
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Everything felt hot. A steady stream of heat made it's way down Joey's torso. It seemed to happen all in slow motion. The misses on his swings. Hearing what he hoped was the noise that would lead to a hit, then the feeling of one of the swords being taken from him. All in slow motion including this heat.

Joey spun around with the momentum of the blow and placed his now free hand to chest to his mid-section. When he pulled his hand back, even through the slowly dissipating smoke screen, he could see the deep crimson coating his palm and fingers. That was when the pain of the blow struck. That was when the realization that he'd been hurt struck him. Every short breath that Joey took caused the pain to intensify. Through it all he heard Mara's words.

"RAARGGH!"

Joey screamed again as his left arm went back to clutching his wound, and his right arm made a swoop towards the girl. A thick puff of the smoke clouded his vision as his hand moved towards his target, but he didn't need to see to feel that his blow landed. He heard the girl's cry of pain, but he couldn't stop. If he was going to get off this island, he had to win, and he had to win fast, because the blood was coming from his chest wound at a rapid pace. His forearm was now coated too.

With a deep painful breath, Joey reared his sword back again and took another swing.
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Joey's heart felt like it was going to explode. He had to end it now.

He put every ounce of anger he had into keeping his hands pressuring Mara's throat. His grip tightened as he leaned his weight forward.

Suddenly, a coppery taste filled his mouth. He coughed, spraying blood downwards. The crimson substance coated his lips as it slowly flowed. Joey's body was going into panic mode. He felt his chest heave as he coughed again, the pain of which caused his grip to lessen slightly.

That was all Mara needed. As Joey's body crumpled again with his next gurgling cough of blood. Mara's feet shot up through Joey's legs and planted themselves on his wounded chest. Using every bit of force she could, Mara launched Joey off of her onto the ground.

Joey recoiled into himself in pain again. The coughing fits were not stopping. It felt like his whole body was having spasms. The wound to his chest had not slowed it's flow of blood. Joey tried to speak. Tried to let out some indication of the pain his body was in, but only a gurgling noise from the blood in his mouth managed it's way out.

From the prone position on his side, and through the shaking of his muscles, he could make out the blurred image of Mara. Eyes widened and pupils dilated, Joey extended his arm towards her. He tried desperately to move his body towards the girl. He coughed again. He had to get to her. His arm extended out in front of him. He had to finish it. His heart beat faster. He could still get out of here. His body shook violently as his arm dropped to the ground. He could still...

B70 - Joey Grey - ELIMINATED

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