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Prepare to Burn; open
Topic Started: Aug 13 2016, 07:19 PM (1,710 Views)
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(Tara Behzad continued from Those Who Play The Most Dangerous Game)

So. She had her map. And she had her vision. Her pretension of power and her simple goal: to die happy.

Ha! And what a goal! Happiness, because Tara Behzad had always been so happy! She thought of Bast, home safe somewhere, probably curled up in a ball beneath a ray of sunlight, totally ignorant of what had befallen her owner. She'd always envied cats.

She studied her blood stained map, still sucking on her fingertip, tracing the contours of the idiot pentagram she's made. Not even recognizable as such, not really, but she knew what she had to do. She knew where she was going.

It wasn't far from the cliffs, and she'd kept to their edge, always teetering, staring down into the teeth of the crashing sea and rocks below, then back to the barbed wire fence on the other side. A rather lovely metaphor, really. The one option was a gate that promised only pain in the attempt of crossing: the other, sure and certain death. For now, Tara kept to the no man's land between.

It did not long to reach her goal: the old Warehouse on her map. The figure was not a part of her roughshod pentagram, though the blood had smeared a little so it touched the edges. She had been torn between this one and the storehouse her map indicated was at the dock, but had opted for this location because it was so much closer. Besides, the collar on her neck was a persistent reminder. It could blow at any moment, and at this moment Tara would not die happy.

So she made her way through the aisles of the asylum's orderly warehouse, humming softly to herself over her thumb, taking stock of the goods inside to see what she might use.
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A voice in the dark. Tara froze, finger still in her mouth, hand resting on a crumbling cardboard box. She had just been enjoying the way it gave beneath her fingertips, like mud as your fingers pressed through. Now there was a strange, someone she hadn't seen, someone-

Her hand twitched, but did not quite move to the bag that held her flashbangs. No, not yet, if ever: she knew too well the harm these things could bring, and anyways that was the path that led down into the rocks and crashing surf. She was still in no man's land. She would not choose death or pain, not yet. She would hold that place as long as she could.

"Hey," she said.

She squinted, trying to make out the figure standing in the dark. Vaguely familiar. Where had seen him? On stage, maybe?

Pieces clicked into place. She remembered his fingers on a piano. "Cris?" she ventured.

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"Yeah, Tara," Tara said, listening to him. "Oh, right. Sure. You're both...uh..." They played a sport together, but she couldn't remember which one. Two Cris' on the same team, ha. But she guessed Lizzie's brother wasn't a pianist. Would be funny if he was. Hey, I just met your sister, she told me not to die, that was cool of her

"You're on the same team, right?" Tara said. "Or you...were..."

She considered his question, looking around the warehouse. Well, of course she was looking for something. She was looking for a couple somethings, in fact. There was a lot to be done. She weighed her options, hefted her bag, considered. Had to die happy, but that would take so much prep work, and there were about a hundred missteps she could take along the way. She'd already evaluated her map, and wheels were turning in her head.

"I've got these flashbangs, right?" Tara said. "And that's cool and all, but I'd...kinda like something I can use if, uh..." She shrugged. "I was thinking, like, a hammer? Just something I can have handy and maybe...hurt someone without..."

She trailed off and shook her. "Christ, this is depressing."
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"Uh, yeah," Tara said. "Yeah. I saw Cris' sister. Lizzie. And that pretentious douche Alex Tarquin." She paused, then added thoughtfully, "Well. I guess saying 'pretentious douchebag' kinda makes me a pretentious douchebag."

He was moving closer to her. She weighed her options, wondered if she should bolt, decided against it. She didn't know Cris very well, but he'd always seemed gentle. Something about the way he played the piano, the way he moved through the halls. She wasn't worried yet.

yet

"No one killing," she said. "No one dying. That I've seen." She looked past him, down the aisles. "It won't last."

She moved towards him, still searching the stacks and shelves, looking for that hammer.
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"Plan?" she repeated, with a small smile. Inwardly, she shrieked. Plan? Idiot idiot idiot, why discuss plans? The cameras are watching you, waiting to turn your slow descent into fodder for peoples' worst fears, waiting to lampoon your failures and your stupidity. Did he know nothing.

Well. He probably wasn't like her, watching footage and fan-edits alone in her room, back to the wall and face to the door so she could change her screen at a moment's notice. He had to realize that anything he said aloud, they would use against him. Any sign of going against the grain, and they'd blow the bomb they'd placed around his neck. If he had a plan, how to warn him?

"Does dying happy count?" Tara asked. "Because that's really all I got." She paused, then added, "Which is, y'know. Why I need that hammer. Don't think I can really pull it off if I'm gonna get..."

Well, what? How do you die happy, if you're trying to live.

"Smile for the camera," she said, nodding to the gleam of a visible camera in the corner of the room.
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"Good," Tara said. "I don't." She paused, then added, "See a hammer. That's...what I meant."

Good one, Tara.

Silence in the warehouse. Narrowed eyes combing the supply lines, looking for some trace of a toolbox, or a polished wooden handle gleaming on the shelves.

"How do you want to die?" Tara asked.
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"Thanks," Tara said.

They searched in silence for at time. That was intentional. Tara could hear the hesitation in his voice, the strain. Perfectly understandable. Wasn't she feeling the same? Stretched to the limit, a string about to snap.

Peacefully, huh. Sounded nice. Drift off all quiet, like you were falling asleep. Probably woudn't feel so racked and wretched and-

Wait.

"Wait," Tara called across the storehouse. "Have you not been thinking about it?"
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Silence. No answer to her question. Just the two of them, rattling like ghosts around the storehouse.

And a growing sense that she was not going to find what she was looking for.

It shouldn't have been this hard (that's what she said). This was a storehouse: if there were tools to find, she would have found them by now. She was beginning to feel frenzied, an anxious itch in her skin. Dying happy, ha. Not much chance of that, was there? Look how it was going so far. How everything conspired against her.

No, not everything. Everyone.

She sighed and shook her head, rattling through the shelves, hands trailing over clothes and goods. She knocked some down in frustration, then shook her head again. "Stupid," she grunted, rifling through the fallen goods, putting everything back on the shelves until all she was holding was a ball of damp string and a can of old Crisco. "Cris," she started. "I don't think-"

Footsteps in the dark. Tara tensed, mind filled with visions of some horror with a gun or knife, some Maxwell Lombardi or Hansel hunting already, and she flinched backwards and dropped the stuff in her hands and-

"Cristo?"

"Wha-Abby?"


The joy in Cris' voice. So different from the disenchanted, uncomfortable boy she'd been talking to. She smiled slightly. Sounded important. Sounded like a way for him to die happy, even as she spiraled.

She picked up the can and the ball of string, and slipped them into her bag. She slipped through the aisles and back towards the door of the storehouse.

No need for her, in this scene. Best to let him find his piece of happiness, far away from her.

(Tara Behzad continued in The World Turned Upside Down)
Edited by Grim Wolf, Aug 30 2016, 11:35 AM.
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