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Devil's Choir; Morning, Day 3
Topic Started: Nov 2 2016, 06:12 PM (1,720 Views)
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(Dorothy was taken to church)

The announcements were rough. The first one still echoed in her head and the second one dropped a bomb on Asha. She lost a friend and to make it worse, it was Iz that killed him.

Asha's words did nothing to stop the killing, and the implication that he died right after their meeting made it so much worse. They had the opportunity to stop her, but try let her go.

Next time, Iz won't leave. Dot would make her stay. Tie her up or something then take her stuff and leave. Like that, she could hurt no-one again. The idea of harming her, other than the bruises made by a couple of swings of the escrima sticks, was out of question. She wouldn't become like her.


At the moment, Dot and Asha had to deal with something else than a killer. They had to deal with two.

The vampire looking goth didn't register, Dorothy didn't know his name, actually she thought he was a girl for a moment. When Asha said his name, it connected to this morning's announcement and she knew that he was trouble.

Maybe. The odds of the murder being self-defense were there. Not 100%, but Dot hoped it was the case.

The urge of running and hug the second killer started when Dorothy saw Brendan. She wanted to hug him and tell him it's going to be okay, and, with Asha, they'd find a way out.

But the announcement played in her head, again.

Jeremiah. Stabbed. Radio tower.

He did that, and won something out of it. Shudders crawled on her back, but she couldn't run away. She had two friends here, maybe a third one even, and they were going to stick together.

Or at least, Brendan and Asha will and Jae will leave quietly. That was realistic, right?

"Hi Brendan!" She waved at him from behind the shoulder of Asha, she said the same to Jae, just with less energy.

She was ready to pull on Asha's sleeve and to book it, but she hid that behind a smile.
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Dorothy and Asha weren't on the same wavelength. They wanted the same thing: peace and no fighting. Something was, however, not agreeable about Brendan's case. Asha wanted him to not get his award while Dorothy wanted Brendan to go get it. Not because of the obvious "kill people with your new toy" reason but more along the line of "if they had it, nobody could have it" reason. She wanted to get the threat in her hands and dump it in the ocean or somewhere.

Or maybe keep it around and scare future encounters off but they had the taser at the moment, and really, she didn't want to carry a gun that could accidentally fire or something. She wanted to keep her body in one piece, and while that may not stay like that forever, the longer before the cut the better.

This little detail stayed on Dot's mind, and she started to think about the possibilities. She determined that it was too early to reveal her plan to the group since they were dealing with another issue at the moment. They could brainstorm together after this.

So, Dot kept analyzing and decrypting the scene behind her red glasses. Her eyes shifted right and left, up and down, and she came down to a conclusion.

The biggest threat was Jae then it was Brendan. The former was distracted by Asha, and she had the taser so one zap and the duo would be in control o the situation and the deadly weapon. Brendan was a wild card, he could do something like running up to Dot, totally innocuous and innocent, and Jae would consider him a threat and he'd be shot.

Since Asha handled Jae, it was Dot's responsibilities to handle Brendan. She squeezes her hands together and rubbed them a tiny bit. Time to create some magic.

"I second that, let's not hurt each other. Right Brendan?"
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Dorothy didn't agree with what Asha said, but she still nodded to agree with her. They were not going to die. Maybe some of them, but not all. There was someone that would make it out, and maybe a couple of others if they figured a way out.

Maybe Asha was just generalizing, but Dorothy didn't like it but she kept acting, mimicking Asha's attitude.

Some points were right, she had to give her that. They weren't mutants with superpowers or something, they were barely adults for some, and some were still kids. A little part of her looked over the edge between life and death, and she saw herself looking back.

Good, nothing to fear then.

Dot looked to Jae as she slowly let her bag fall to the floor and showing her hands. She smiled politely, and pointed Brendan with her chin. She spun her head toward him and her smile grew wider.

"No problemo, okay? You can talk to me about it if you want, but I really don't mind as long you're okay."

Dot didn't know if she lied, she knew she wasn't being honest though. Maybe she was sugarcoating it to comfort herself at the idea of touching a killer, but it did well as she took a couple of steps toward him while opening her arms.

"Seriously, don't worry about it."
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Why did everyone had to go?

Brendan left, Wayne left, Nancy left, and even Iz left. All of these people left Asha and Dot, did they do somethin bad? If they deserved it, they should be told why because they would change their way. Make themselves look better and nicer and softer so that nobody would left them anymore. For Nancy and Iz however, it was a good thing, but if they stayed with them maybe they wouldn't have killed anymore.

Oh sweet redemption, why must you be so elusive? Why couldn't they let the others know that killing was wrong, and if they sticked together they would find a way out. Nobody cared about Asha's philosophy, maybe Jae did since he didn't left, and while Dot didn't agree with her friend, she understood it was her opinion and nothing would change it.

Killing this, death that, murder her or murderer: all of those things were turning inside of Dot's head like a whirlpool inside of a well that turned sour. She was about to sit down, to take a better look at the church, to admire its features when someone else decided to prove Dot wrong.

Her voice was filled with shallowed tears because of Brendan's rejection - oh, he was going to eat it when she finds him- and cracking with anger by moments and slowed down by thoughts for a second or two. Her eyes watered, she tried to be speak firmly and calmly like in front of a class filled with children after recess.

"If you are going to cause trouble, leave. We don't want you here, Mr. Prospector," she mentally thanked Asha for that nickname and continued, trying to sound nicer and softer and lovelier and smaller and cuter and- she smiled like she did when she spoke to Iz,

"Though, if you're going to be nice, you can stay."
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Dorothy squeezed her teeth together, breaking her smile. Her gums started to pulse. Her tongue started to fight back against the teeth crushing her.

If she kept going, her teeth would break. They'd pierce through her lips, her throat, her mouth, her cheeks. She started to see red, the heat she felt evaporated the tears away.

She felt heat everywhere: head, chest, hands, neck, back. She was boiling, her muscles contracted, her right hand wrapped around an escrima stick inside her bag and her left hand, around the handle of the bag.

Wasn't Asha and Dot nice enough? Wasn't Jae clear enough?

Oh, the anger flowed through her body in a way it has never done before. First people wouldn't listen to her, then people rejected her and then Mr. Prospector showed up, bloodied and wouldn't speak up.

She could handle killers, she was able to handle Iz and Nancy, Jae was still being something she had to think about but Asha was dealing with him.

So, it was Dot's responsibility to deal with him. She was going to turn blue from holding her breath and she let the air trapped in her lungs escape. She stabilized her breathing, she kept repeating her mother's words in her head:

Nurses have to deal with stressful situation, you can't freak out and throw a tantrum just because you are handling a shitty patient or your boss is a major bitch or you are having a bad day or something like that.

She remembered the rest of the conversation too.

It was the day after her dad told her in her face with a glass of beer in his that she couldn't become a doctor because of her grades.

She wept and cried, but she stood back up. The little Dot always stood back up.

She was resilient, no matter the difficulty, she'd try to make the most out of it. Her spirit was her strong point, nothing could throw her down if she just held out longer than the sad thoughts.

It wasn't the only thing her mom said:

But you know, that doesn't apply to you. Sweetheart, if someone gives you shit then return it to them, ruin their fucking day until they beg for you to stop. That includes you-know-who.

She remembered how her mom smiled softly and how she cupped Dot's face with her hands. As she remembered that, her features soften, and slowly worked up a smile again.

The heat became calming, it enveloped her like a blanket straight out of the drying machine.

Her sweetness could take a break.

''Speak about it or get out.''

She didn't let the time for Alessio to answer. She tried her best to chew her words but it was a miserable failure.

''Tell us what you did,'' she couldn't believe it. Did she sound angry? She hoped she didn't, she really hope she just sounded serious and not mean. Being mean was a big no-no for Dot because she didn't want to make people angry at her. The next thing she said shocked her,

''Or get the FUCK out!''

It was the first time she said 'fuck' out loud. She always feared her dad would hear it, and would punish her. But he wasn't there and she was going to enjoy that.
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The momentary relief from letting a swear out of her mouth quickly left her body at the (lack of) response of Al.

He didn't have to be like that, he could stop being so stubborn and admit whatever he has done. He could just do anything else than standing there like a statue. It was like talking to a wall of brick, only the wall could really talk and explain what he has done.

Why was he being so stubborn? Why couldn't be like a normal person and speak? The worse part was the fact he spoke earlier just to say he didn't want to talk. If she hurt someone, she'd love to talk about it. Not in the braggin, creepy way but to ease her conscience. She hated when she felt bad and she confided in her diary, to her mom, to her blog whenever she felt bad.

Then why was Al not fucking speaking.

Maybe he didn't feel guilty. Maybe he was like a child who despite hiding in clear sight thinks he was able to hide. Maybe he actually felt guilty but he wanted to ignore.

She wanted to call him out about his cowardness. If you have done something horrible, stick up to it or deal with it or something. Don't just stand there and scare everyone else. That's what she'd yell in his face.

She was tired of the island, it made everyone go crazy and angry. Nobody was themselves. They were just someone else, totally different from their years in high school. She knew she was being unfair but wasn't the whole situation unfair as well? Nobody really had it coming.

But, her anger still rose higher and higher and her whole body was tensing up. She felt like her muscles were going to snap from the pressure she kept inside of her.

She stared him down, she was ready to lunge. Not that she would actually attack him but her body was thinking something else. Her body wanted to start throwing stuff at him, her body wanted to slap him, her body wanted to kick him until he would open his mouth.

Instead, her brain took control of actions. Her body was angry but her mind, thinking. She knew it was what the terrorists wanted, and if she got into a fight, they'd be laughing or something while they watched it behind their cameras. She wasn't them having any of that.

Even she wanted to jump on him and hit him over and over again until all of her anger left her body, she bottled it in and smiled again. She started to back off.

''Alright, dude. I'm coming.''
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Someone walked in.

Mr. Prospector walked out.

As simple as that, just a normal interaction. Nothing scary, nothing stressful, normal. It was normal. A very normal thing to happen. No-one was hurt, no-one was harmed, no-one was crying, no-one was dying. It was a miracle it ended like that. Everyone was back to their normal selves.

An innocent in, a killer out.

Then why did she felt her guts knot together when she saw him? Why did her body felt so sick at the sight of his face? Why did her hands start shaking? Why did she want to run away? She could, obviously. Just leave Asha and Jae behind, but that wasn't a very nice to do so she stayed.

Good inside, bad outside.

She thought about her diary sitting at home, hidden under a pile of clothes. She imagined taking a pen and doodling something like a fairy or a butterfly. Maybe even a mermaid, even though the last time she saw one, she had to wake up. Like wow, those things were half-fish, half-human, isn't that super, super weird? Maybe the mermaids thought about her too like how she had two legs and walked around. Okay maybe mermaids weren't so scary after all, but in some movies they lured men and drowned them.

Her mind wandered, but a small part of it was still aware. That tiny bit was happy to have the good ol' Dot back.
It painfully pinched Dorothy out of her waking dream.

Okay here, bad away.

Dot took a breath in, and sighed it out loudly. Calm down, the guy wasn't Mr. Prospector. He wasn't bloodied or not talking. Those two things reassured Dot. He was the contrary, at least she thought. He didn't appear bloody from her point-of-view and he spoke, which was an improvement from Al.

But Jae confirmed Dot's hidden fear: it was Michael. Brendan killed someone because of him.

Her friend didn't do anything wrong, it was Michael's fault. Not her friend's fault, none of friends killed anyone. They were good people, but Michael? He was a bad person. He totally was. He tried to murder a girl with that Jeremiah guy, but because of Brendan, the girl was spared and his partner in crime died.

However, she wasn’t sure if Brendan was a reliable narrator in that story. She was more inclined into believing him than, well, the accused, Michael. He was the one that was to blame on the side of Brendan’s story. If he were right, then Michael was as bad as Nancy, Kimiko and Iz but just lacking the kills to make him an actual known threat. She wanted him gone and those doors, shut.

A part of her felt bad for Michael though. Not because his friend died - okay, a little bit - but because he walked into this mess with Asha being either unaware of her actions, or being very aware of hers with a plan unfolding in her mind, and Jae with his crossbow ready to shoot anyone down.

She snuffed out the anger she was feeling under a pillow. She closed her eyes and she put a lock on her emotions. It wasn't time to lash out. Michael still had a chance to prove he wasn't a worthless piece of trash that deserved to be pierced with an arrow. She didn't speak, she kept her mouth shut. Her polite smile reappeared on her face as she stared down Michael from a distance.

Asha or Jae would deal with him. One would disarm him; the other would rob his life away.

It was up to Michael to decide.
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Oh no.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Michael was inching ever so closely to Asha. At first, Dot thought nothing of it. Then she thought about the logical option being killing Asha. She looked over her shoulder, Jae with his crossbow and Asha blocking the shot.

Was he really going to use Asha as a meat shield?

Her breathing started to speed up, her chest raising and lowering rapidly. Dorothy could let that happen. Friends don't let other friends get killed. They don't do that. They protect each other. Dorothy wouldn't let Asha died.

She backed away slowly, moving diagonally to get the advantage. Did he even notice her? She was confused, but it was obvious he had to pay attention to bigger thing than the girl who shut her mouth up. It would have been another story if she were the one in between them, but she wasn't.

She didn't know what to do so she did the first thing that went through her mind.

She faked a gasp, the one she should have done when she saw Iz. She stumbled backward, pointing right behind Michael. Her bag fell, just to be more realistic, and she was about to cry crocodile tears when she started to hysterically yell,

"Oh my God, Iz is back," she realized Michael wouldn't know about that nickname of hers so she continued, "Isabel is back to kill us!"

She hoped Asha would understand to run.
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Dorothy was proud.

Her plan worked out: Asha was out of the way and took her taser back, Michael was in range of Min-jae's crossbow and Dot was ready to do whatever to help out.

She wish she had the time to whisper to Asha things like "I'll protect you too" before she left back for the action. She was already back at it with her tazer and aiming it at Michael. She truly was a badass. First, she used what Michael said against him and second, she didn't even stutter when she spoke! If it was Dot in that situation, she would have stuttered so much that any threats she was saying would pass a joke.

However, something inside of her felt wrong. It's not that she felt unhappy but rather felt like the situation could be ending with someone dead very soon (which would in theory make her sad). Life was a precious gift and Dorothy didn't like it when it was thrown out of the window. The whole concept of killing each other until one remained was exactly that: dumping a hundred lives to save the last.

Apparently, Michael and Jerry had their reason to hunt down said girl who happened to be Nancy "Ugly, Obnoxious Blue Hair" Kyle and that didn't make her feel any better. It felt wrong, so wrong, but if Michael had to get shot, then so be it. However, she'd rather not have the situation degenerate to that point even it was heading toward it ever since Mr. Prospector was here.

She did her job, she had nothing to feel bad about. Her duty was done, her goal was succeeded and her friends were alright. She didn't have to say something else, she could have just shut her mouth up and stay still like a statue. Her friends were what mattered, not the reasons some random she knew it like 3 minutes.

"I second that. Or is it third that at that point? I don't know but what she said!"
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Oh Brendan, what have you done?

All this time, she thought he did something right. That he protected someone worthy of living, but he saved a killer and killed an innocent.

She regretted being so mean to Michael. Doing that feint and all of that, he didn't deserve it. Especially after losing a friend and a finger. He must have had pretty horrible days like everyone else but he had it especially worse than Dot and Asha.

The subject of her internal discussion started to revolve around Brendan again, making Michael disappear behind a blur. Brendan was always like that, volatile and emotional. He always tried his best to help people but sometimes a little too much.

She wondered if she could trust him. What if he thought Min or Asha were a threat to her and would just kill them with whatever new toy he got. Chances are, it was something else than a stick and more something like a gun or grenades or something that hurts a lot.

She decided on giving Brendan one last chance. If he did anything else along the line I stabbing someone in the back, she'd avoid him until... he's dead?

Makes sense, if it was the thing that Asha and Dot had to do to get out of here, she'd do it. If it came down to the last two, she wouldn't know what to do. Kill herself sounds not fun and seeing Asha dying doesn't sound fun either.

She hoped she would die before Asha. She also hoped that she could hug Asha some more and get to spend more time with her.

She walked toward the duo at the pews and carefully sat beside them. She raised her knees to her chest and hugged her legs. She sighed.

"Why do we always run into psychos?"
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