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70's Horror Movies 2: New Wave Massacre; private
Topic Started: Dec 12 2016, 02:03 PM (1,366 Views)
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Good choice. And she smiled. And she held a window in her hand. He couldn't recall the name of the band. He could just recall the window.

He was missing her.

((Trend of linking previous threads not at the start of the post continued from the darkest corners of SOTF))

Alessio stepped out of the hallway and then pulled the door open to enter the room. He was not going to leave the Asylum while it rained. There was no way he could properly treat a common cold on this island and he was not suited to go out. He already felt sick and getting both physically and mentally sick was not a pleasant state.

Hand in his pocket, where the gun was hidden, he went into further into the room to see who the people inside were and if they were armed.

It was Michael again, but this time he had a girl with him. Apparently they were searching something.

Welp, Alessio could not help them finding anything, so he just awkwardly stood by the door, not saying a word of greeting as usual.
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Ten seconds. Al felt no blood in his face. He took a step back. He should leave. They were armed with knives.

But no. He had a weapon as well. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Michael. He took a step forward.

He should have said something. A demand, what Mike should do to not get shot. Al did not know what to say, though. He just did not want them to go near him to strike their weapons.
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It was sad that his gun was fake. Because Michael was being a huge idiot who risked his life. He went all-in with his life, but he also had a Royal Flush.

Al wanted to pull the trigger, but just stumbled backwards as Michael rushed to him. Michael hit Al's knee and Al dropped his gun to use his fists more effectively. Namely, to underline his pain in gestures.

Michael was a bully who made fun of other students, made fun Al, made fun of Al's friends. Fuck him, he insulted him just seconds ago, he taunted him.

That asshole needed no empathy from him. In school he liked Michael a tiny bit, he was sometimes funny. But now Al disl- hated him.

Attack.

Mike's hand was fucked up, so Al fucked it up even more by grabbing Mike's hand and grabbing it tightly. No, fuck that, he can't build much pressure with his hand. Al's jaw was much stronger to rub salt into the wound.
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Al wanted to wash his mouth. It was so disgusting. He did not swallow his drool that was probably dirty and perhaps infectious from Michael's dirty hand.

Whenever he's able to drink water again, he's going to clean his mouth. Now, all he could do was to let the drool escape from the side of his mouth.

Al stared at the background behind Maria's face. Couldn't look at Maria, couldn't look at Michael. As usual. The blade was scaring him. He was dying. He did not want to. But he survived the hits of Michael as well. He had endured much pain. He was strong. He wanted to live. He did not want Maria to think that he's a threat.

"Uhhh, I won't move."

Then Al coughed, letting his bugs escape.
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"Got it."

Al took Maria's hand to stand up. Michael tried to shoot him with the fake gun. Kicked him in the groin and monologued as if he was some judge.

"I did not kill anybody, Michael Crowe."

Perhaps Al did not. Perhaps Cameron survived the lethal wound, perhaps Astrid was not killed by the bookshelf. Perhaps Henry could bandage himself instead of bleeding out.

But there was no point in thinking pessimistic. He had to think realistic. He had killed.
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Alessio remembered that he might be on the announcements tomorrow. Till then he's innocent. Till then Vanessa doesn't know how much she fucked up.

Until the announcements Maria and Michael will believe him. Or not. Did not matter. He did not need to reply to them. Did not tell them his story.

They also wanted his bag. Share his supplies. Whatever. As if he had a choice now. They were going to take it either way. Al's possessions were not important for them on the island.

Alessio did not reply to the demands of Maria and Michael. He did not need to justify anything to them. He also did not need to lie to them or tell them a fake story. He also won't tell the truth. Won't talk his heart out. No, his experience and pain was none of their business.

Silence.
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Welp, that was his bag.

God, Michael looked at the straitjacket as if it was a tool to torture him. What's what Michael said some minutes ago? Al will have half of his teeth and half of his testicles less? Someone save him from that.

Still, it was his bag. Mike used Al's first-aid kit. No problem with that. But at least let Al have something for himself. To treat his wounds from the scuffle. His wounds that was the dirty and hurt feeling.

"Give me a water bottle."

His mouth. He wanted to wash it.

"Please", he added.

He walked towards Michael hoping him to give it.
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Al gladly took the water bottle, ignoring the comments Michael made at him. He then looked at it, unsure whether he really wanted to wash his mouth with something Michael had drinked from. But he did not need to decide anymore, because a saviour came, with a gun. Al dropped the bottle.

Alvaro. He was alive?! Al just could recall him being killed by someone after the first announcements. An athlete boy killed him, Al could swear that he heard that. But somehow Alvaro was alive.

"Alvaro! Help!"

Blood, yes, the blood Michael had caused.

"Michael beat me, that's why I'm bloodied."

He stepped further away from Michael's range.
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Alessio was saved. Maria unarmed herself.

The debate who the bad guys and who the good guys were was silly. All that mattered was that Alessio could run to Alvaro. So he ran towards his saviour.

"Thank you!"

Al screamed. He did not know why he thanked very loudly. Perhaps he really was glad that he was still alive. Yeah, he was. Alvaro saved him.

"Let's get somewhere safe."

He looked back at the playerhunter duo.

"They can have my bag. At least they don't have my life. I just want to go away from them."

God, Alessio felt alive.
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Maria demanded to keep her weapon.

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Fine.

Alessio did not need to risk Maria suddenly attacking him when he would have moved to her. Besides, Alvaro had a gun, which was extremely useful anyway. There was no need to a sword. Also, Alvaro was the person who shot in another room? That was fine to Al. What would not be fine to him was if someone else had shot, which would mean that a dangerous person is down below.

So he went to his bag, ignoring Michael, not even attempting to look at that bastard, took his bag back and went out of the room.

He grabbed a full waterbottle, took a drink and washed his mouth, spitting out water mixed with blood on the ground.

There was a lot to talk about with Alvaro.

((Mr. Prospector continued in Alone Again (Naturally)))
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