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This Isn't My Home, It's Where I'm Locked Away; private, sorry
Topic Started: Aug 13 2016, 04:38 PM (791 Views)
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Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out and no no no no no no no no no.

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Alvaro Vacanti sat up. Or rather sat up straight, given that he had woken up in an armchair. He looked around. Bedroom. Queen size. Shelf, table, and door. Bag at his feet with his name on it. His. He reached down, fumbling with the zipper as he pulled it open and looked inside. Food, map, book, money, first aid kit, and compass. One of those things wasnít like the others but he didnít really notice it. He looked up again. In the opposite corner of the room there was a door. Wooden, brown, closed. Maybe locked but he couldnít check whether it was from here. Regardless of whether or not it was or not he at least had a little bit of time, so he stood up, looked around again to see if there was anything or anyone that he hadnít been able to see before.

He finished checking. Nothing. No-one. He was alone. That gave him a little time to think, at the very least.

Okay, thinking. Where was he? In a bedroom, on an island somewhere. Why was he here? Because he was on Survival of the Fittest.

He was on Survival of the Fittest.

He could feel the tears beginning to go down his face. He could feel his hands shaking. It was true, he was on Survival of the Fittest. He was in a bedroom on an island and there was a collar around his neck and that teacher had actually been shot and everyone was right outside that door likely already killing each other and he was right here and his hands were shaking and he was crying. No. No. No. He was here and there was likely someone right outside that door with a gun or a sword just waiting to come in and kill him and he knew that that wasnít true and he knew he was being paranoid but he knew that it was true and it was going further down and further down and further down and it was Lily and it was Isaac and it was Min-jae and they were placing their hand around the knob and they were coming in and he was going to-

Wait. Weapon. He forgot about something. The man on the stage said that he got a weapon, right?

He turned around and tore towards his bag again. He pulled it open, taking objects out and placing them aside so he could look through it easier. Food, map, book, first aid kit, flashlight, compass.

Money.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He needed to breathe but he couldnít because he was on a bedroom on an island and he was on Survival of the Fittest and there was probably someone right outside that door and the weapon that he was given was absolutely worthless and he was crying and his hands were shaking and why was he here and he couldnít breathe and he was going to die and the cameras were watching him and

No. No. Think. Think. He wasnít going to get anywhere unless he just sat down and thought about this. He was on an island and the only way to get off of it was to kill everyone else. Wait, no, that wasnít what the man on the stage said. He said that to get off he had to be the last one left alive. He could do that. Maybe. He didnít know. The man on the stage said that to help him heíd get a weapon. That was the money. Worthless.

He took a breath. In, out. He could live without it. He stood up. He played soccer. He was athletic. He could fight if he needed to but wait no no no no no no no why would he do that? Wait, he could run away. He was fast. He could use his legs. He could run and he could find someone who cared about him like Lily or Oskar or Barry and maybe he could talk to them and they could help him and maybe they could figure out a way off of here. They were smart. He was smart. They could do that.

They could. He could. He could breathe. In, out. Clear, reaching the bottom of his throat. He could do this. He was going to be okay.

Ö

He remembered back to what the man on the stage said. Take a look to the person on your right. They could try to kill you. Take a look to the person on the left, you might have to kill them to stay alive.

No. This wasnít going to be okay for him. There were people who hated him like Isaac and Min-Jae and they were going to try and kill him and if he ran to Lily or Oskar or Barry they were just going to stab him in the back and no, he couldnít do that. He couldnít trust them. He could only trust himself. He could only trust himself but he didnít know what to do and someone was going to enter the door and he was going to die here.

Wait. Think. He needed to think. He needed to get out of here. If everyone had already started killing each other then he had to move so that they couldnít find him. He didnít know what he was going to do after but maybe something would happen and he could think about what to do then. He could trust himself. This was a good plan. He kneeled down again, picking up the contents of his bag off the floor and putting them back in. Compass, flashlight, first aid kit, book, map, food.

He stood up again, slowly walking to the door.

Breathe in, breathe out.

And once he was ready, he wrapped his hand around the knob and opened the door.
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The first thing that Alvaro heard as he left the room was a scream.

He froze. What was that? Or rather, who was that? He knew that it was a person, that was at the very least certain. He didnít think any animal could make the sound he heard. Wait, what if it was an animal? What if there was something there below him? Wait, no. That wouldnít be right. This wasnít a dream and this wasnít fantasy. This was real, he knew it was. He had woken up in that room and he had seen-

Oh god.

His memory went back to when he first woke up and he saw the man blow the teacherís head off. The blood was everywhere and Alvaro couldnít look away and his eyes were just frozen and looking at the red hole that had once been the person he had gotten to know for four years. That was real. As much as he didnít want to believe it that was real. He was here, he was on Survival of the Fittest and if he wanted to survive the next couple of days he was likely going to have to kill more than just the teacher. Oh god. Oh god. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe-

The scream stopped, the sounds from below instead changing into a series of bangs and clatters. Alvaro moved forward. He didnít know why. He didnít know why he was doing this but he wasnít stopping. He had to do this. There was something in front of him and if he stayed and cowered then whatever it was would find him and he didnít know what would happen then. He had to be brave. Being brave was good, right? If he stood forward and stood tall then heíd be able to survive, right? Wait, no, that wouldnít help. What he meant was that itíd help him better than cowering and being scared and being him. He had to do this. Even if he couldnít be brave later he had to be brave now.

So, he went down the corridor, step by step, and stood in front of the door where the noise was coming from.

It was now or never.

He knocked his hand against the door. Once. Trice. Three times.

He hoped that this was a good idea.
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This had been a bad idea.

The person inside the room stopped making noise and started walking towards the door. Alvaroís heart quivered in anticipation. He didnít know who was inside but he could hear the steps loudly hitting the floor and he didnít know who it was and who the person was and whether they were a threat or not or whether they would be someone friendly. He didnít know whether this was a bad idea or not but everything in his mind was making him lean towards the former. He had no weapon, he had no idea who was in there and why didnít he think of this before now before he idiotically knocked on the door and now he was probably going to die because the person in there was a monster and why did he do that and why was he here and he just needed help. Someone. Anyone.

The door opened, a voice called out, and all of Alvaroís fears were confirmed.

Min-Jae Parker stood in the doorway, holding both the same angry expression as always and a weapon in his hand (some sort of bar, or baton; Alvaro wasnít really quite sure what it was supposed to be). Alvaro could feel his hands start to shake now. He breathed. In, out. In, out. In, out and oh god no why did it have to be him couldnít it be basically anyone else. He knew Min-Jae. Min-Jae knew him. Min-Jae had a weapon. He didnít. This was the worst possible situation for him and oh god why was he here and why did he have to wake up here of all places and he just hoped that Min-Jae didnít want to do anything.

Wait, he had to say something. Anything. Min-jae was there, right in front of him, expecting something from him. Considering where he was and who he was talking to Alvaro had to say something. About this. About anything that would allow him to get out of here.

ď...Hi, um, Jae.Ē

He could barely get the words out.
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Every part of Alvaroís brain that allowed him to respond decided to shut off the moment Min-Jae responded to him.

He was standing there. Min-Jae was standing in front of him. Min-Jae had a weapon. Alvaro didnít. He was just standing here in front of the kid who Alvaro hated him and who Alvaro knew was a bad person to other people and who Alvaro knew was in a game with him where the aim was to be the last person standing and who Alvaro could see had a better weapon than him and oh god oh god why was he here in the game and why did he have to awaken here of all places with Min-Jae and no weapons and no, no no, this had to be rigged, there was no way that anyone else could have been put like this and it was because they hated him, he knew that; everyone hated him and he was going to die here because someone who hated him was right in front of him and his body couldnít move and he knew that he had to do something but he didnít know what and oh god he needed help and he needed to get out of here and do something just do something please-

ďI-Ē

The syllable forced itself out of his throat.
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Min-Jae was still there. In front of him. He had stepped back slightly but Alvaro could still see him and he was still holding the baton and both of them were still on an island with collars around their necks and in a game where the aim was to be the last person still alive. He had to do something. He didnít know what but he knew he couldnít just stand here but he didnít know what and his body wasnít moving and min-jae was right in front of him. This was a mistake. Min-Jae was going to be a bad guy. Alvaro knew that was going to happen. He acted angry to everyone and Alvaro knew that in particular he hated him. His hands were shaking. Something. Something.

He remembered back to before he woke up when the man was speaking on the podium. He had to look around him. Anyone could kill him. He could have to kill anyone to survive. He had to either be dead or do something. He knew that he didnít want to be the former, but he knew that he didnít want to do the latter, either, but min-Jae was right in front of him, he had to do something. Anything. Anything that would get him out of here alive.

Min-Jae touched him with the stick. Alvaroís body jolted.

The foot went up.
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The kick connected. Min-jae fell back.

Wait, did he just do that? Oh god oh god he-

Moved forward. Too late for him now. He had just attacked someone and he knew that he couldnít back out at this point.

A whump.

Another hit.

A feeling of heaviness as both of them crashed against the ground. A moment of disclarity as the world swirled around Alvaro. Sudden clarity as they both stopped. Min-Jae in front of him. Below him. Wait, did he do that? Oh god oh god he- watched as both Isaac and Jae left the library and stared, dumbfounded at the scene that had just occurred. It had only been a couple of seconds ago when they were planning what they were going to do for the report and now Alvaro was the only one still in the library after both had left. He didnít know how that had happened. All he knew that they had both left and they couldnít work on it and they were going to fail because they couldnít work as a team. No, that wasnít why they were going to fail, they were going to fail because Alvaro didnít speak up and try to stop them from arguing or at least try to stop Isaac from leaving. It was his fault. It always was. Nobody liked him and he just made everything worse just by being there. Thatís how it always was. That was how it always was since the move. He was always the outcast. Different from the rest of them. He didnít want to be here. Nobody wanted him to be here. If he vanished right now nobody would even notice him because he was him and he couldnít change anything about himself and it was his fault and nobody liked him and he was here in this game and the people in charge were laughing at him and he just wanted to be home and he just wanted to not be here and

The first punch went down.

The second.

The third and the fourth and the fifth and the sixth and he wasnít thinking at all; every area of his brain had shut off and now he had the weapon in his hands and the seventh and-

ďKkkaa-Ē

That was the sound that came out of his throat as the kick connected against his stomach and he reeled and he fell, back thumping against the cold ground. This had been a bad idea. He made a mistake. He had come here and now he was going to die because Min-Jae was in front of him and climbing on top and no no no he had to do something and he saw the baton a little bit away from him and he just

needed

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The first kick connected. Alvaro closed his eyes. Something crunched over them.

He opened them again. Min-Jae was moving. Blood was dripping down his eyes.

Oh god, blood.

He froze up.

Then the baton came down.

Again.

And again.

He was going to die here.

Because people hated him but he knew that but he couldnít do something about it and because he was that kid from the other country who couldnít speak but always tried so hard during it that nobody could help but laugh at him when he did it and who everyone kept around because they felt sorry and he had a cafe that they could use off of him and because he was here in the death game where he didnít have a weapon and everyone else did and it was his fault for this and for everything because he was him and every time it happened he didnít have the courage to do something about it and he needed to do something to get out of here and survive but his body couldnít do anything but he needed to do something, something, something

Do something.

He looked out. There was a chunk of wood lying on the ground.

Good enough.

He clutched it around his hand, and he swung it towards Min-Jae, as hard as he could.
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He hit. He heard a scream of pain.

That was because of him. That was the first thing he realised as Min-Jae fell back off of him onto the ground.

Something kicked in. He could move. He needed to move. He tried to get up, something that he wanted to do slowly because of the pain in his legs and his chest and his face but couldnít because he needed to move and he didnít know what had happened and he didnít know where Min-Jae was and he had a weapon and Alvaro didnít and he was going to die here and he needed to do something and move.

So he did. He got up. His chest hurt, his hands hurt, his face hurt, there was something in his throat, but he was up.

He looked around, and

He saw Min-Jae. Leaning on the bed, gash on his face. That was because of him.

He looked angrier than ever, and was beginning to stand up again.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Run.

Run.

Run.

So he did, picking his bag up off the floor along the way.

He didnít dare to look back.

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