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Elapsam Semel Occasionem Non Ipse Potest Iuppiter Reprehendere; Private, for now
Topic Started: Nov 11 2016, 06:05 PM (1,247 Views)
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((Mia Rose continued from I've Swallowed Half An Hourglass))

A 9am wakeup call was fairly standard for Mia. Hell, if anything, it gave her a bit of a lie in. Most Saturdays, and even some Sundays when she was feeling especially pumped, she would get up for an early morning jog. She always ended up passing by her dad a few times whenever she did so, which was a nice added bonus.

So when the screeching sound of the announcements coming to life roused Mia from her slumber, she was far more alert and lucid than she had any right to be. Since leaving Candice and the cliffs behind, she had intended to just keep on walking and not stop, doing a full circuit of the island if needs must, letting the silence and the cool sea air cleanse her mind. That plan had been a bust though. Her thoughts and self-doubts kept on churning inside of her head, the crashing of waves against the rocks and the steady tapping of her footsteps as she crossed the bridge and headed into the built up residential area sounding like a timpani accompaniment. Eventually, she couldn’t take any more of it. She had headed into the nearest building, frustrated and exhausted, on the verge of hating herself as much as she had back on the cliffs. She had had just enough energy left in her to flop onto one of the sofas and take her jacket off to use as a makeshift blanket, before her mental wear and tear finally took its toll, and she had passed out.

It was more of a curse than a blessing to be so awake now, however. There was no hazy period of unawareness, some time to stay rested, half-asleep and comfortable, before reality finally sunk in again. As soon as Tracen’s voice echoed throughout the library, Mia sat bolt upright, jacket sliding off her knees and onto the floor, the same feeling of horror building up inside her, crawling over her, trying to smother her.

Sleep had achieved what walking had been unable to, however, and Mia’s mind was clear enough to cut through that fear momentarily. She shifted herself off of the sofa, and as Tracen began his introductory speech, she pulled the first book that came to hand off of the shelf; a book called Umbrella, if the title was to be trusted. She wasn’t exactly a fan of reading at the best of times, and the book was nigh-incomprehensible to her, but she, trying to distract herself with the prose and her confusion at such. Whenever a name punctured her concentration, she would grip the page and rip it out, trying her best to direct her emotions at a source that wasn’t internal. Oskar’s name sent pages 2/3 flying. Jerry’s caused a whole swathe of paper to be thrown into the air.

At Danny’s name, stupid, useless, jerkass Danny, Mia sliced her finger on the page in her haste to tear it out, droplets of blood combining with tears to soak page 17 as it was torn from the book.

The announcements faded away. The sound of shredding paper continued for a few more seconds. Then the book, now half as light as before, thudded against the far wall, and Mia was left in silence again, staring down at her feet. Her plan had worked, to an extent. She was still breathing heavily. She had still cried. But not as much. She felt anger, instead of sorrow, the sort of feeling she got after a workout session at the end of a shitty day.

A grim smile made its way onto Mia’s face. Then she leaned back on the sofa, and looked up at the ceiling, trying to think as slowly as possible.
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Mia wanted to survive.

That was the end goal. Admittedly, that was also incredibly obvious, but it was somehow still comforting getting that fact secured in her mind. It made her feel like she actually had a plan of action now, a goal to aim for, rather than just wandering in circles and merely existing. The next question was how she was going to achieve this goal.

The obvious answer was staring her in the face. Or, rather, lying on the ground a few feet away from her. If she wanted to make it to the end, and make it off the island as the last person alive, she would have to kill someone. Point that gun at them, pull the trigger, watch the life fade out of them.

The thought didn’t tempt her for even a second. Even if she could have stomached the idea of doing something like that, of murdering someone for whatever reason, she wanted to reunite with Candice. If she could help it, she wanted to find more of her friends. Al hadn’t worked out. He hadn’t killed anyone, but there was still clearly something up with him. Maybe he had been feeling the same way as Mia had. Maybe he just needed some space. Whatever. That didn’t matter now. Talking to him hadn’t worked out. That didn’t mean all of her friends were suddenly going to turn and run whenever they caught sight of her.

So, murder wasn’t going to be an option. Obviously, there were exceptions; if someone charged at her with a spear, or started firing at her first, she wasn’t just going to lie down and die. But if it could be helped, she didn’t want to harm anybody. So. If that was the case, how was she going to survive.

Mia never got a chance to ponder that any further. A knock at the door stopped her thoughts dead in their tracks, and she hastily scrambled to her feet. For a moment, she was on edge, panic stations at the ready, but she quickly composed herself and realised she was being stupid. It wasn’t like Kimiko or Nancy or Isabel was gonna politely knock on the door before murdering her, was it?

She didn’t have to wait too long to find out, as the person – or rather, people – at the door announced themselves and walked in, and Mia couldn’t help but smile. It was nice to see not just a friendly face again, but a friendly face who actively seemed to want to talk to her. Alan was cool, although due to the gender divide in sports teams she had never been able to play soccer with him before he quit the team, but she occasionally got to chat about pro matches with him. She was much more friendly with Kaitlyn, however; despite their very different temperaments, they had spent time together on the softball team, and they were both of a sporty mindset. Roller derby was one sport that Mia hadn’t quite broken into yet. She gave them both a small wave, then put her hands on her hips. Here she was, in the middle of a library.

Surrounded by torn pages littering the floor.

Standing a couple of metres away from an upturned bookshelf.

She probably looked a state, didn’t she?

“Hey guys!” Mia replied brightly. “Uh… would you believe me if I said this place was like this when I got here?”
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God, it was nice to see friendly people again, talking with no sense of tension or distrust between them.

Mia was still absolutely planning on going back to Candice that evening; she had promised the other girl that much, after all, and even now, there was a tiny pang of worry in the back of her mind, constantly worrying whether leaving Candice had been the right idea. What if she had run into trouble, or she’d managed to injure herself, or something? Her name hadn’t been on the announcement, thank God, but she was on the other side of the island right now, and there was no way of knowing what she was currently dealing with.

But Alan and Kaitlyn were both talking to her like they were just as happy as she was to see someone who wouldn’t lecture them, or blank them, or outright attack them. Her smile grew broader as the two of them moved further into the room, yet faltered a little as she digested Alan’s questions. Within moments, the look on her face had been transformed to one of confusion, as she stared inquisitively at Alan.

“Who did I… lose? I don’t, uh, quite get it. Like, I was with Candice up until yesterday afternoon, Candice Banks that is, I dunno if you know her, but the only reason we split up is ‘cause I figured I should… Oh…”

The penny had dropped, and Mia instinctively looked down at her shoes, slowly rubbing her left arm with her right hand.

“I… a few people. Jerry… Jerry’s the big one…”

Her grip tightened around her arm, and she screwed her eyes shut, forcing the sound of tearing paper into her mind, envisioning pages floating down around her, until she felt sure she wasn’t going to start sobbing. Then she looked back up at the other two, and willed the smile back onto her face.

“But, hey, it’s nice to see you again, you know? I mean, obviously I wish it was in any other scenario, but… fuck it, y’know what I mean, right? Never was good with words…”

Mia moved back towards her jacket on the floor, speaking as she did so. The library wasn’t exactly warm at the best of times, the fireplace looking as though it hadn’t served its purpose for years now, and the brief gust of wind that had accompanied Alan and Kaitlyn had sent a chill right up her spine.

“Trust me though, that bookshelf really was like that when I wandered in here. Someone else must have needed to take out some anger issues. I take full credit for the dismantled book, though!”

She picked up her jacket by one arm, and the sudden action caused something to fall out of one of the pockets, bouncing and clattering against the floor. Her heart stopped as she realised just what it was, and for a brief moment, she was terrified it would just go off spontaneously. After what felt like an eternity, it rattled to a stop, and she gingerly picked it up, gun in one hand, jacket in the other.

“I’ve, uh… also got this thing. It’s some kinda… semi-automatic gun, I think? I’m not planning on using it unless I absolutely have to, though, don’t worry. You can trust me.”
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Maybe friendly faces had been a bit of an overstatement.

Mia could feel her smile vanishing as she slipped her jacket back on and carefully placed the gun back in its holster of a pocket. She had been happier to see Kaitlyn from the start. She was a more familiar face; someone whose intentions and moods were more predictable and understandable. She had faltered, when Mia had accidentally shown her weapon. She had just now been reminiscing over her fallen classmates. Mia wondered if that was how Kaitlyn was viewing her; a girl doing her best to survive and trying to keep her old self whole, no matter what she was battling internally.

Alan was different. Alan, from what she could see, didn’t seem to have those same internal issues. It was unfair to think that, maybe, but he was speaking casually, almost too casually perhaps. A cursory referral back to the announcements, a brief acknowledgement of their dead classmates.

Maybe she was just being paranoid. Alan was far from a stranger, but he also wasn’t what she would have called a close friend, either. She was a little more on edge now, after her encounter with Al, which surely didn’t help matters in the slightest. He hadn’t killed anyone, and he wasn’t likely to be dealing much damage with a toy sword and giant hulking shield, either.

But he had a plan. And the plan was what really irked Mia. Because the plan was…

The plan consisted of…

… Was there a plan?

All she had got from Alan’s spiel was that they were gonna ‘make a mess’ and that it would be ‘objectively good’. That was hardly enough for her to abandon her previous plans, abandon Candice, and go along with this ‘plan’ without a second thought. She also didn’t like the implication that she would have to end up using her gun for something other than self-defence. She had felt for herself just how much these announcements hurt people. She didn’t want to be the one causing so much pain.

“In what?”

Mia looked at Alan, confusion etched across her face.

“Sorry, I don’t, like… I don’t really get what my role in this is gonna be. Like I said, I don’t want to fire this gun again unless I don’t have any other choice.”

She sighed, and shook her head, angling her gaze more towards Kaitlyn now.

“I’d be happy to stay with you two for a while. I’d love some company right now, honestly. But I’m really not feeling this plan of yours…”
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Alright. It appeared as though some sense of normalcy had been resumed. Alan seemed to have already run out of fuel, considering his complete lack of elaboration of his so called ‘plan’, and Kaitlyn hardly seemed to have cared either way. Mia felt herself calming down again, an easy smile falling into place. Of course she’d just been paranoid. Hadn’t she been in a similar position not so long ago? Desperately searching for some sort of plan but not even having the slightest of outlines for one?

She felt a little awkward just standing there now, and was about to go and sit back on the sofa when Kaitlyn caught her attention.

“Oh, uh, sure! Thanks!”

She wasn’t running low on rations or anything, but she hadn’t eaten yet today, and it was a nice show of solidarity from the other girl. Mia reached out for the ration bar, eyes focused on it as it spun lazily in the air.

Kaitlyn shouted, and Mia had just enough time to blink before Alan barrelled into her and knocked all the air from her lungs and the words from her throat. The back of her head smashed against the library floor, and her vision blurred and she felt her stomach churn. For a few moments, she couldn’t move, feeling like a truck had hit her, the sickness in her stomach slowly fading to be replaced with a lead weight crushing her.

Her vision came back and she realised Alan was still on top of her, pinning her down, stopping her from moving. She was smaller than him, but if she had realised what was happening, she felt as though she could have provided some serious resistance, but she’d had no idea. How could she have? She had trusted Kaitlyn. Trusted both of them.

Alan was pressing down on her arms, stopping her from trying to push him off, but still she struggled against him, attempting to wriggle free, push him off, whatever it took to escape. It was hard to speak. Words of confusion, anger and fear died in her mouth. All her energy was being directed to getting free.
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She was close to throwing him off. She was sure of it.

She was strong. She had the stamina to try every single strategy of breaking free she could think of. She had to wait for the right moment though, wait until Alan was distracted, and thank God, it looked as though that moment had arrived. His attention was focused now on whatever Kaitlyn was doing and the shackle-like grip on her wrists loosened by a hair. She squirmed and flailed with even greater intensity, kicking her legs to try and dislodge Alan, trying to wrench her arms free from his grasp.

Then she caught sight of Kaitlyn hurrying towards them, and the implement in her hand, and her harried breath caught in her throat. She wasn’t afraid of needles. Hell, she wasn’t afraid of much, fire being the obvious exception. But this was different. This was wrong. She could feel her heart pounding. This wasn’t ‘cool’. This wasn’t ‘fine’. Seconds ago, they’d been planning on grouping up together. Why was Kaitlyn trying to sedate her? What was she trying to do?

Kaitlyn was going for Mia’s neck. She twisted and turned her head, trying to prevent her old friend from getting anywhere near it, all thoughts of scurrying out from underneath Alan vanished without a trace. Then her head was shoved down, pressed sideways to the ground, and her eyes widened and the blood in her veins turned ice cold as she felt the needle pierce her skin, the tranquiliser flowing into her neck.

It took a second. Kaitlyn stepped back. Mia was shaking. She couldn’t feel anything yet, didn’t feel anything but the pinprick on her neck. It wouldn’t take long before she did. Somehow, she managed to find her voice again.

“What was that? What the fuck was… what are you trying to do?”

Her voice had changed. It had morphed into the voice that only came out when she was dealing with her panic attacks. Higher pitched. Shaky. Alone and frightened. Alan was still holding her down, waiting for her to pass out, so she went back to struggling against him again. Whatever their aim was, she couldn’t let them win.

“Let me go! Just fucking let me go!”

About half a minute passed of Mia flailing and struggling, trying in vain to escape, before she rested her head on the ground, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a cry of anger. It didn’t make sense. It didn’t make any fucking sense. They had been friendly. She had let them in here, shared her shelter with them, agreed to join up with them. Mia was so very lost and all she knew was that she had to get away.

She pushed against Alan’s grip one more time and nothing happened. Her arm stayed still. She tried again, and the result was the same. She tried to kick out, and her leg gave the weakest of jolts and nothing more. She craned her head to look towards Kaitlyn, and it felt like she was moving a block of stone. She spoke again, and the words came out as if they were wading through tar.

“What was… Why’d you… do this? Why’d…”

And now she missed her panicked breathing and her widened eyes and her pounding heartbeat because her breathing was slowing to a crawl even though she was fucking terrified and she wanted to look straight into Kaitlyn’s eyes to show her that but she was struggling to keep them open.

She couldn’t move anymore. She couldn’t move her head, or her arms, or her legs, or even her fingers. Slowly, her breathing was slowing to a crawl. She couldn’t think. She could barely see. Everything in front of her was in slow motion. Eventually, her eyes closed and never opened again.


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85 Students Remain
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