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How Can I Take Off This Mask?; that is your face, you can't remove the fear you cast (open)
Topic Started: Jan 5 2017, 09:31 PM (1,162 Views)
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((Irene Djezari continued from No One Gets Left Behind))

She could see him when she peeked around the corner. Helpless and lying in the dirt like a victim, like he was asking for someone to come along and pity him.

Irene knew who he was. Alvaro was a pretty well known guy, with his family's cafe and everything. She'd even been there a few times. Everybody had. Jasper had sent out some hella white girl lunch tweets from it before. He loved the caramel slices. Now Alvaro had killed him.

Was she supposed to be angry at the terrorists for that? Just pretend that Alvaro was a good guy in a bad situation instead of a murderer and hope that everything turned out alright? Fine. Okay. She could play that game. But she would hear it from him. He would need to look her in the eyes and explain everything.

The sound of a shell getting pumped into position insured that he'd be seeing those eyes over Johnny Three's locked and loaded barrel. There were other people here, but as she stalked forward she didn't care. Alvaro was a murderer. He needed to answer for what he'd done.

"Don't move," she said shakily as she rounded on the group. Her eyes were drilled straight into Alvaro's skull. "Where....where is your gun? They..." Irene swallowed heavily. "You shot Jasper. Where is it?"

Right to the point. She never even looked up at the others. Unless they made trouble, she was getting to the bottom of this.
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(Breaking post order for death expediency.)

He didn't sound anything like the guy she knew back home. Back there, Alvaro was kinda shy, sweet, goofy, kind. Nothing like this. That was the voice of a killer. A monster. Them. She was gonna put a stop to that right now.

Johnny Three shook in her hands as she started forward carefully. "You...you heard me Al." He couldn't shoot like that, could he? Did he lose it somewhere maybe? "I'm not asking again. Show me the gun, or I'll, I'll..." She felt like a wound up ball of anxiety. She couldn't do this. Why did she think she could do this? Maybe he didn't even have the gun, it wasn't here, she couldn't see it, so he had to have lost it, or put it somewhere, or maybe....

Maybe he was hiding it. Just waiting for the right moment. She moved real slow, over to his side. "If you w-won't show me..." The hours playing soccer came rushing back as her foot swung back. It would have been nice if she hesitated, just slowed down a little bit because this was her classmate and her friend and she couldn't hurt him. But he wasn't anymore. Not really. He was one of them, and she was one of us.

"Drop it!"

So she didn't hesitate to kick Alvaro as hard as she could in the arm. Maybe a little harder than she thought, since the momentum started to roll him over.
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Irene almost had time to regret what she'd done before she heard the crack of the gun going off. It wasn't right. This was going too far. She was angry, yeah, but Alvaro was just lying there broken, and even though he had the gun he hadn't stopped her, he'd just kind of panic fired and missed, she didn't need to hurt him.

Oh. He didn't miss.

It took her a second to catch up to the fact that she was shot. Like her brain just couldn't accept it, and for a little bit it covered up the pain out of sheer adrenaline and disbelief. Because why shoot her now? Why not shoot her, and Mei, and Serena dead on the spot? It didn't make any sense for a murderer, a monster, to hold back.

It didn't make any sense. None of it make any sense. The pain had to be flowing from her chest into the rest of her body, but it was like she wasn't there anymore. She saw her arms spread and her finger squeeze the trigger as she started to stumble, saw lots of dirt and blood fly up from the ground wherever it hit, watched herself fly backwards and collapse on the ground. It all felt like it was somebody else.

The screaming was the worst part. She could feel it in her throat, but that wasn't hers. It didn't sound like her. It didn't sound human, and it kept going on and on and on. She never had pipes like that. 'Pipes?' Did people still say that? Did she say that?

Who was she talking to?

Everything felt weird. Hazy. Somebody was turning the whole world off. That wasn't possible, just like everything else. It all added up, in a weird way; it wasn't possible, so it wasn't happening. It was like a dream or something. That explained everything. You couldn't die in your dreams, right? So she wasn't dying. She was just sleeping. Soon, she'd wake up. Maybe this whole thing was a dream, or she'd wake up where she left off this morning. Cold. Alone.

Irene didn't want to wake up. Her whole body felt so, so tired, and her eyes were slowly drifting shut again. Could you fall asleep in a dream? Could you dream in a dream, Inception-style? Seemed like a good thing to find out. Anything was better than waking up. Even this.

At least in her dream, she tried to do something.

G032: IRENE DJEZARI-ELIMINATED
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