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Go to a school trip they said, it will be fun they said; Private, apologies
Topic Started: Aug 29 2016, 07:15 AM (1,086 Views)
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((Alessio Rigano continued from She Swallowed Burning Coals))

Alessio and Serena were exploring. They wanted to figure out where they were, so the two of them walked upstairs. As Serena had thought, she explained that they were not in the library depicted in the map, but in a different one instead. Their plan was, after all, to go find the place where Serena could use her key. Al wished it was a key to a big boat that was able to drive them all home. But, that wasn't the case. He did not even need to ask.

They found themselves in a large room with chairs (a broken one?) and a sofa. Al had no clue where they were.

The chess pieces however, reminded him of home. Not his home, but the US, civilisation. It was such a calm, unthreatening room. Not so scary like the library. A room they could relax in. They could even play chess to distract themselves. He had to think about Maxim and Alvaro. They were dead like him, too. That was sad, since both were great people, who certainly would have had a better future, deserved one better than this. Alvaro, a hard-working boy, would have become successful, Al was sure. Same as Maxim, a really smart guy. But now they're both dead. It was hard to imagine.

"Do you know what this room is?"

He looked at Serena, hoping she had a plan, knew what to do.

Okay, Al smelled a disgusting smell. Vomit? Blood? He wasn't sure.

This room was not reminding him of home anymore. This was scary.
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Al awkwardly stood around, while Serena sat down reading the map. Perhaps he should also sit down. A lounge is a place where people sat, so Al took a seat on a chair that was a couple of chairs away from Serena. He dropped his pole to the ground and took out his rubik's cube from his hoodie pocket.

He shuffled it, and tried to solve it.

While looking at the cube, he floated another question.

"Where...What now? Do you know where to go?"
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A quiet voice responded, still looking at the cube.

"Hm, okay."

Al still focussed on solving the cube, nodded at what Serena had said. Being ready and shit. Expecting people to kill them. Well, who would judge a person killing them? Everybody wants to live.

He repeated, this time shortly looking at Serena before looking back at the cube.

"Alright..."

A bridge. It seemed like this place had a bridge, probably even more interesting locations, like the library or this weird building they were in. Places they could explore. Discover the history of the island, gain knowledge and experience before they eventually die. Find out more about the arena they were put in. He hated exploring. He should have not went to the science trip, disliking exploring.

He disliked being confronted with death, too. He needed to be ready, Serena said. A command. But, it was not the only option. He did not need to be ready. If she was already ready, why should he be?

He could also not be ready, the result wouldn't be that different. If other people would come and tried to kill them, there would not be much that they could do. They would not be able to stop them, would they? Al thought it might be better to not be prepared. To die quickly with being surprised, instead of constantly worrying that they will die, which he was something he did more and more before sitting down and being distracted with something much more pleasant.

Ah, solved the cube. Reshuffle.
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Alessio would have kept being silent. Luckily, he had Serena. She was smart and knew what to do. She confidently told Mia what she had to do in order to go into the room.

If Al had the guts to reply to Mia, he would have told her that something was wrong in here. He had a metal collar around his neck and he smelled vomit. He was with a person in a room, he knew would die with him on this island. Alessio did not need to speak anything.

He hugged his knee.
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This was too much. Al expected to be braver person, but a gun was too much. Mia announced her weapon, a gun. A gun that could kill people, could kill Al instantly.

Al decided that he did not want to die. Not now. The gun in a room is too creepy to him. Candice, Mia, Serena and him in a room? That was fine. That was extremely fine. It's as if they were in the cantina again. The four of them in a room with a gun, though? Keeping the gun? Using the gun? Too much. This was nothing Alessio wanted to be a part of. A staff or a key as a weapon was normal. Even something like a knife was the most normal thing for Al.

A gun always meant death.

He stared into the door. He just wanted to go away. Stay away from the people. Not engage in the scenario that happened in his head. The possibilities as to what could happen with Mia coming into the room with the gun. The scenarios were too many Al could handle, risk. None of them were good scenarios. He did not want to. He stood up, and silently walked out of the room with his staff and bag in his hand. He walked past Mia and Candice. He tried to avoid eye contact with the two girls and to ignore every word they would say.

There was no need to run. Running away would make Mia want to shoot him even more. As if he had anything to hide. But he had nothing to hide. He just calmly walked away. If he was shot, he would be shot. Just like when he woke up.

But he did not want to be shot.

Alessio stared at the floor of the corridor. He had the girls behind his back. They could shoot him. His heart raced. He did not look back.

Serena, Mia, Candice. Words could be ignored. He could just exit this and arrive in a much more comfortable scenario than this.

He really hoped he could exit this without being shot in the back. Ignore them.

Please, let me live.

Just go away.

((Alessio Rigano continued in 4'33"))
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