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Topic Started: Oct 14 2016, 07:25 PM (894 Views)
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((Daniel ‘Danny’ Brooks continued from Companion Rectangle.))

Whoever had been here last had sure had a fun time. Danny didn’t know whether that made him feel better or worse. Did the beer cans and playing cards everywhere mean they’d had time to relax before leaving for whoever knows where? Or did it mean they’d all been murdered before being able to clean the mess up?

He liked to think it was the former.

Once they’d decided to stay here for the night, Danny had spent the remaining time awake collecting some of the playing cards off the floor of one of the kitchens. He and Bridgette had taken turns keeping watch. Danny had spent most of his time trying to play solitaire. Didn’t help that there were enough cards missing to make actually winning pretty damn impossible. But he kept playing anyway, because it was better than thinking about everything in detail. And it temporarily drove the image of Cristo sprawled dead on the floor from his mind.

That could be him. All it took was one asshole with a gun storming in. What good was keeping watch when the best he could do was maybe take a few bullets and let Bridgette escape? Granted, that’d be a baller way to go, but he’d much rather stay alive.

They’d both been awake, sitting at the tattered kitchen table and eating some of their supplies (would it kill the terrorists to leave a little jar of peanut butter in there or something, give it some flavor?) when the announcements came on.



Well, that made not thinking about shit impossible.

There were people that Danny knew at least in passing on that list. A lot of them. He always thought Nancy Kyle’s sense of style was kinda cool (though he’d never said it outloud for fear of his inner weeb showing). Conrad had been someone he hadn’t been fond of, because he was kind of a joykill. But even so, killing followed by death? Yikes.

But there were two names that particularly stood out.

One was Isabel Ramirez. They did ballet together. Danny… had mixed feelings about Isabel in general. She was mean, but she sure as fuck knew how to dance. Danny could respect that. But a killer? A double killer? Danny… wasn’t sure if it was unexpected, and honestly that was pretty fucked up.

And then there was Scarlett.

The last time he and Scarlett had spoken was back when they were still dating. Scarlett was nice. Friendly. She could tap dance really good, she liked Star Wars—who didn’t like Star Wars, fucking lightsabers and spaceships, what wasn’t to love—and they’d had a good time when they were going out. But she’d been clingy and jealous, too. Had kind of passive-aggressively got on his case when he spoke to girls (and yeah, Danny knew he had a reputation, but he’d never cheated and a lot of his friends were girls.) Their last conversation had been about that. Danny had quietly dumped her over text and avoided her afterwards.

After settling things with Fiyori, Danny had intended to eventually confront Scarlett and apologise. Same with his other exes. He’d meant to, he really had. Now he never would. He’d said ‘I’ll do that tomorrow’ too many times, and now for her there wouldn’t be a tomorrow.

Danny wasn’t sure if he could call what he was feeling outright grief. He did feel sad. But primarily, he felt regretful that things had gone down the way they did.

He’d lost his appetite. He lowered the bread he’d been chewing on and stared across the table at Bridgette. He’d rested the CD player on the table, too afraid to put it anywhere out of reaching distance.

“I… I think we need a plan, Bridge.”

Scarlett’s death had taught him one thing. If he wasted time now, he’d regret it for the rest of his short life.
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“Pens? Oh, you mean for, like… writing down the names and shit, right? Yeah, that makes sense. Probably need paper or something too, right?”

Yeah. That was smart. Writing shit down so they don’t forget. Be super awkward to forget that someone was a killer until he’d been shot in the face. Bridgette knew her shit, even if her rereading that pamphlet over and over was kinda freaking him out. He’d glanced at it, but just kinda tossed it somewhere after. Didn’t look helpful.

“Well, there’s probably pens somewhere. Maybe. I mean, this place looks old as balls, so they’re probably all dried up. Oh, I stopped by a storage closet in the asylum at one point. Maybe that has some. It had paper. Like, old records or something, I dunno, I didn’t have much of a look before Sandy scared me. And after that—fuck, Alvaro could have killed me.”

Danny had totally blanked on the fact that he’d been on the announcement, maybe thinking too much about Scarlett and Isabel. But Alvaro had shoved Barry off something, and like… Barry was a huge goddamn dude. Not the sort of guy that could easily be shoved off stuff.

“Guess there was no cliff to shove me off,” Danny muttered. “You reckon he was lying about Min-Jae attacking him, too? Maybe he’s just been going around shoving people and Min-Jae shoved back, yeah?”

He hoped Audrey was alright after leaving with him, even if she’d been kind of weird. But she wasn’t on the announcements, so…

“But after the pens, like… I mean, do you have anyone you want to see? Or anyone that might, y’know… not be a dick?” Danny propped his chin on his hand, staring at the chunk of bread he still held in his other hand.

Goddamn, he really wanted some peanut butter. Such a weird priority, but it would have made this morning a little less garbage.
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“Ughhh, the asylum. I mean, I guess if we have to. But that place was creepy as fuck.”

Danny frowned as Bridgette brought up her perspective on friends. He… he didn’t know if he agreed. It was a good point. Meeting friends would hurt when the worst happened. But… fuck, the idea of never seeing them again hurt, too. Scarlett came to mind. Even just one more meeting. Enough to say sorry. Or one more meeting with friends just to… last moments were supposed to be good, not ‘later, dude’ or ‘haha, have fun at school, sucker!’ Wait, that’d been to Jacob, that would be his last words no matter—god, don’t think about that.

Still thinking on that even when the conversation had moved on, Danny registered a reply to the shit about Jae. “I mean, if someone punched me I’d punch him back. Just saying.”

Danny pushed back on his chair some, rocking onto the back legs before hearing the ominous creak that resulted from doing so and plonking all the legs back on the ground again.

“If you’re so set on not seeing friends… then why you still bothering with me?” The words spilled out as soon as they came to mind. Hurriedly, he added, “Uh, I don’t want you to leave! But… I mean. Y’know.”
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Huh, that was true. Maybe. Danny didn’t know if the two of them stood much of a better chance together than apart. It wasn’t like they had weapons or mad kung-fu skills. Danny hadn’t really given a thought to how high their survival chances were beyond ‘everyone is fucked.’

“You’d rather avoid friends, but friends should stick together? You’re not making all that much sense. What does make sense right now, though?” Danny shrugged. He rubbed his face, trying to wake up a little better.

“Yeah, let’s search around. There’s gotta be some paper and stuff around here. I’m not really keen on going back to the crazyhouse. That place was way easy to get lost in.”

He picked up the CD player and got to his feet.

“Which way should we try first, do you think?”

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Time passed. They searched through the dormitories, looking for anything useful.

What they found was a lot of random everyday shit, for the most part. At one point, Danny found an old, musty doctor’s coat in one of the cupboards and in his infinite wisdom put it on. But then it smelt like ass and made his skin itch so he put it back.

Overall, they hadn’t yet found anything useful when fate, destiny or whatever was in those damn protein bars intervened.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Danny said abruptly, as they went through what felt like the hundredth trashed bedroom. “I mean, I know this place is abandoned and all that, but taking a dump on the floor just doesn’t seem right.” He paused, then added, “Too much info?”

He closed the drawer he’d been staring into.

“Bathroom’s only like a couple of rooms away, yeah?”
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“Cool, cool. I’ll be two minutes, okay?”

Danny headed out of the room. He only briefly stopped to pick up his CD player from where it sat in the corner with the rest of their things. He wasn’t going to go undefended, that’d just be ridiculous.

He’d seen a toilet. Was it a couple of rooms back? Danny quickly peeked through the first couple of rooms he saw. No, no, no—yes, thank god, there it was. Danny bolted across the room, closing the door behind him—no working lock, great—and then came to a halt in front of the toilet itself.

Good god. And he thought public bathrooms were bad. Nevermind a toilet that had probably gone without cleaning for decades. Maybe even centuries. It looked like centuries. Was there even toilet paper? Were there even leaves outside?

There was more to think about than Danny had thought. He stared at the abyss that was this particular toilet, deliberating the pros and cons of putting his ass on that thing.

Danny bounced awkwardly on his feet as he stared down. This was inhumane. Fighting to the death is one thing, but not even providing a decent place to go to the bathroom? Not to even go into the awkwardness of the entire world seeing him take this dump.

This was the worst decision of his life.
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……

……...Nope. He was not quite desperate enough to put his butt on this toilet. He’d probably take his chances squatting outside or something. Just… not that toilet. Ew.

Danny mentally washed his hands of this debacle—and wished the taps worked so that he could literally do so—before opening the door, CD player tucked under his arm, and almost stepping on Isabel.

She was just sitting there. Waiting. Chilling. Covered in blood. The blood of two people, judging by the announcements. And now she was here. Waiting and chilling.

Danny reacted like anyone would. He shut the door again immediately.

But, wait, fuck. Bridgette was out there. If Isabel just left—why would she leave, this door didn’t even have a lock—she’d meet Bridgette. Meet Bridgette with her sharp things, and… fuck, so much could go wrong there.

So Danny opened the door almost immediately after closing it again.

“Heeeeeyyyyy?” His attempt at being casual was belied by a shaky voice and an odd lilt to the end of the ‘hey’ that made him sound confused.

Be cool. Maybe she was chill. And if she wasn’t…

...Well, fuck, what would he do then?
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“Yeah. Yeah, I… y’know, was looking for a bathroom. That’s all. Hi. ...It’s not a good bathroom, though, I’m just going to… to step out a bit.”

Danny shuffled a little forwards, closing the door behind him. He thought the fact that Isabel was being chill would be better, but really… it was kind of scaring him. Same way as Jeremy being way too chill about the whole death battle thing hadn’t sat right.

She thought he was alone. She didn’t know about Bridgette.

Danny looked at her for a moment. Took in the blood. The chill. Then averted his eyes slightly. He patted the CD player, giving a very forced grin.

“Y-yep. All alone except for me and, er, Tunes here.”

Terrible name. He could have done better.

“Tuney?”

Hmm. Maybe? Maybe it was short for Petunia.
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"Well, you know. Gotta see the humor in things, right?"

Danny wasn't smiling anymore, though. Isabel had met Asha. She had been rejected. And... well, maybe Danny could see a little sense in what Isabel said. Maybe even felt sorry for her. Friends were hard to lose, and how often had Danny told a lie or said a rude comment to keep a friendship? Or lost one just by being him? Ruined a possibility of friendship by not coming clean with a cool girl who would have been a great friend, like Fiyori? It wasn't the same as murder but the island was different, right?

So maybe Danny, for a brief moment, meant to do something else. Being kind. Showing mercy or friendship or something. But then... Isabel turned her back.

The weapon on her back... it jolted him back into reality.

She had still killed two people. Maybe more. She never said she spared Asha. And Bridgette... Bridgette was still near, and what if Isabel decided she wasn't as friendly as Danny?

So Danny stared at the halberd for a moment. Then he lunged. Not to hurt her . Maybe. Just... if he had the weapon, he could make sure Isabel wouldn't try anything.

He didn't take into account that the halberd was fastened onto Isabel. All his attempt to yank it away did was pull Isabel towards him.

And the look on her face... the sword in her hands...

Danny panicked.

"Bridge?" he whispered, before raising his voice and screaming. "BRIDGE!"

Whether he was screaming for her to run or rescue him was unclear even to him. Either way it was the last thing he said before there was a nasty squelch.

The sword in his chest made it hard to scream.
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This wasn't meant to be how it went.

Squelch.

There'd been all these budding thoughts about fixing... stuff. Maybe tracking down people and fixing his old mistakes before they all kicked it. Just starting thoughts, but not there yet. He'd always thought 'there'd be tomorrow.' Figures that the day he finally realised that wouldn't always be true would be the exact day it wasn't true for him.

Thought wasn't as coherent as that for him, though. It was hard to feel specific, eloquent regrets when someone had a sword in your... spleen, maybe? Fuck if he knew. There was just this shitload of fear tinged with sadness.

Squelch.

He tried crying out. This time, definitely for help. But something had punctured, and now he couldn't make any noise except a raspy gurgle.

The fear was slipping away. Replaced by the weird numbness spreading across his chest. That was... nicer, he supposed, but he... he didn't want to go like this, he couldn't go like this... there was so much he hadn't done...

Squelch. Squelch.

Danny stretched his arm out, finger tips touching Tuney, some muddled, bloody thought that he could make up for this if, perhaps, he just smashed that over Isabel's head like he'd tried to do to Sandy.

That would have been a much better idea than grabbing the halberd. And so Danny managed to cram in one final regret.

B020 - Daniel 'Danny' Brooks: DECEASED
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