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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 (1,158 Views)
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He felt like an idiot.

((Alvaro Vacanti, continued from 70's Horror Movies 2: New Wave Massacre))

He had been walking, since he had seen Alessio. Trying to find him. Trying to get away from Michael and Maria. Trying to figure out what to do and where to go and who was out there and what he was doing. He didnít know. He was running. Searching. Trying to find others. People he knew. People he liked. Friends. Customers. Teammates. Anybody. Someone who wouldnít hurt him. Someone he wouldnít hurt. Someone who could just make him forget where he was and who he was and what he had done and maybe someone who didnít know maybe someone like that was out there. Maybe someone didnít know. He wanted that. He hoped that. He knew that it would never come and that everyone knew and that everyone hated him but maybe they didnít. He could hope. He could dream.

But he didnít.

He couldnít.

He was walking. He was in the open. He couldnít sleep. Not until he found a place to rest. Not until he found safety. Not until he could find someone that could help him. Save him. Get him out of here. He didnít know. Something good. He wanted that. He just hoped that something good could finally happen.

It didnít.

He couldnít.

The night passed. The sun rose. The vestiges of exhaustion crackled all over his body but he didnít notice that. He wasnít going to. He could hear the crackling of the speakers. The announcement. He kept walking. He wasnít going to hear it. He wasnít going to hear his name again. Even if they were he wasnít. He could do that. He could do some good for himself, maybe. He could do it for Jasper. He could. He would.

And then he heard the name on the announcement.

Alessio Rigano.

Murderer of two people.

Alvaro stopped.

His hands were shaking.

He had seen him, yesterday. He had saved him. He had told himself that he could be a hero in the room with his glasses and he had shown that. He had saved Alessio. He had saved his friend from the people bullying him. He had. He was. He had been a hero.

He didnít.

He couldnít.

And that was when his name came up again. And that was when the man on the speakers taunted him. And that was when everybody heard his name again. And that was when everyone knew. He wasnít a hero, he was a monster. He was the villain. He was the one who everyone hated and who everyone mocked and who everyone took advantage of because he was that kid with the cafe and he was that kid who had murdered two of his classmates he was that kid who couldnít speak right at all and he was that monster. The laughing stock. The evil one. The one everyone knew.

Did he want to be like that?

No.

No.

No, he didnít.

He didnít want to be like this anymore.

He didnít want to be here.

So he took a step. Forward. There were cars. Garages, in front of him. He knew of this place. This was part of the danger zone. This place would kill him if he entered. This place would let him leave.

So he took a step. Into the danger zone. He couldnít hear the beep. He couldnít hear anything. He knew this was the place. He knew this was it.

So he took a step.

And the vestiges of exhaustion, the cracks all over his body, shattered. He fell. His body hit the ground. He didnít move. He didnít need to. He knew it would happen. He knew he didnít need to do anything. He knew that this was it.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Then:

























Time passed.

He just wanted this to end already.
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He heard voices. Two. None he recognised. People. Coming across him. People. Seeing him. He heard their footsteps. He heard them coming closer.

He heard them moving far away. He heard them leave. He didnít see them, but he knew that was what they were doing. He knew that it was because of him. He knew that it was his fault.

And he knew that was what he had become.

And he knew that that was all everyone saw him as now.

And he knew that that was who he was.

And he knew that that wasnít who he wanted to be.

So he stayed. Still. Laid down in the position he was in. Maybe another person would find him. Maybe they would be like the others. They would, probably. They would run away. They would get away from him.

But maybeÖ

Maybe someone would come closer.

Maybe someone would help him.

Maybe someone would finish him off.

That would be nice.
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And they came.

The sound of the gun cocking told him that. Someone was here. Someone was coming closer. Maybe theyíd help him. Maybe theyíd finish him off. He didnít know. His body quivered. His hands shook. He didnít know. Who were they? What were they doing? What were they going to do? He hoped that they would help. Heíd like that. He was alone and scared and he knew that if someone could finally see past what he had done and just help him and let him near them he knew that he wouldnít ever be able to repay them for what they did and heíd be so thankful and heíd be so happy and he finally wouldnít have to be on this island or play this game he wouldnít have to do that anymore itíd be great he was happy and he-

Wait.

No.

They wouldnít.

The sound of the gun cocking told him that. Someone was here. Someone was coming closer. They wouldnít help him. Theyíd be like everyone else. Jonathan. Lily. Scout. Michael. They were like them. They could be them. He didnít know. Maybe theyíd shoot him. Maybe theyíd finish him off.

Would he like that?

No no no no no no no no he didnít know he didnít want it but he needed it he needed to be out of here he couldnít do it anymore but he couldnít he didnít want to die he was scared and he didnít know what to do and he had to do something or something just think. Think and figure it out. He could do that. He could plan. He was good at that. He could do it.

And then the voice called out to him.

Irene. A girl. A friend. They used to play soccer together. They used to play chess together. She went to his cafe. They talked, occasionally. They had fun. She was a friend. Not one he regularly talked to but one nonetheless.

And now she had cocked her gun at him.

And now she was shouting at him. For what he did. For killing Jasper. He wasnít sure what she was asking him. She was saying something, he knew that, but what was she saying? He didnít know. It was blurry. Words were coming out but they werenít reaching him and all he knew was the reminder. He killed Jasper. He killed Barry. He was a monster because he did it and everyone knew that. But what did she want? He didnít know.

Ö

He needed to. She had a gun. He didnít know whether he wanted to let her fire it or not.

He had to say something.

ďWhat do you want.Ē

The tone was bitter. Low. Angry.

It wasnít one heíd give a friend.
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His gun. Thatís what she wanted. His gun. She wanted it. It was under him. It pushed against his chest as he laid there. That was what she wanted. That was why she was shouting at him. She couldnít see the gun and for whatever reason or another she knew about it and she wanted it away from him. He knew why. She wanted to stop him. She wanted to make him not kill. She knew he was a monster and she knew that there was no going back for him and she was right and he was really what she saw him as even though he didnít want that and he didnít want to kill and he didnít want to do it and he had to give her the gun. He had to. He had to stop himself. He had to give her the gun.

But could he do that?

Could he trust her?

He didnít know.

She was his friend. He wanted to trust her. She was his friend and she was there and she could help him and she was stopping him and he wanted to trust her and he wanted to but he didnít know if he could because he couldnít see her he didnít know what she was doing where she had been what she had done and he wanted to he wanted to he wanted to but he couldnít and-

And then she kicked him.

Sudden clarity, sudden light as his body rolled at the force of the kick. His arm hurt. His eyes hurt, as the sun shone itself into his eyes. His hearing faded out again, as he realised what happened. She attacked him. She hit him. She hurt him and he didnít know what that meant he didnít know whether she was getting him to answer getting him to speak getting him to give the gun away or was she attacking him to hurt him cripple him kill him he didnít know he didnít know and he was looking around and the sun was in his eyes and he had to do something he didnít know what he didnít know why and he didnít have to know he just had to do something. Anything.

But why?

And then he saw her.

Standing over him.

She was angry. She was mad.

She was going to kill him. He knew that. He could see that.

But didnít he want that?

He didnít know he didnít know he didnít know and he was scared. She was there. She had a gun in her hands. She was going to kill him. He knew that he knew but he didnít know if he wanted that he didnít know he didnít know and he didnít want it to happen now he had to think he had to think and he had to do something stop her not let her kill him just stop her do something do something find the-

Find the gun.

His hand went out. Shaking. Quivering, moving across the ground trying to find it trying to get to it quickly and he had to he had to.

He had.

His hand went across the hold. He grabbed it. He moved it. To him.

Irene was there, in front of him.

She wanted to kill him.

Did he want that?

He didnít know.

He didnít know and he was scared and he had to do something he had to stop her so hands shaking he picked the gun up moved it hands shaking pointed it at her and held it there.

He had to do something. He had to stop her.

Did he want to die?

He didnít know.

He didnít know.

He didnít know and he had to figure it out and as he pulled the trigger the noise once again filled the air and he couldnít think couldnít see couldnít hear and
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The shot rang. The body dropped.

And everything came back.

That was Irene. A girl. A friend. They used to play soccer together. They used to play chess together. She went to his cafe. They talked, occasionally. They had fun. She was a friend. Maybe not one that thinking about it he talked to much or ranked highly but she was still a friend. He still liked her.

But she was dead now.

She had fell.

And he did that.

His fault.

It was like Barry. Like Jasper. All over again.

Number three.

Barry, Jasper, Irene.

Everyone he hurt. Everyone he killed.

And this time he couldnít.

This time he couldnít say anything. Irene was gone now. Dead. It was his fault.

And there was nothing he could say.

The girl - Serena - was in front of him. She was someone he didnít know. She wasnít someone he talked to much. She was holding her gun. Screaming something. Alvaro couldnít hear. He couldnít listen. There was nothing he could say. Nothing he could do. He just wanted to do something and be away from this island but he didnít know couldnít think couldnít say anything he just had to

just had to

He didnít know.

And that was when the tackle hit, taking the breath from his lungs as the girl jumped on top of his body.
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The impact came. The body hit. The breathe was jerked out of his body for a second as he recoiled, feeling the pain of the girl hitting his chest. Arm. His arm was down. He couldnít move it.

The other arm vanished as well. A boy - Aidan - had restrained it. He couldnít move. The gun was in his hand but he couldnít do anything with it. He saw the boy. He saw his eyes. He knew him.

But he couldnít think. He couldnít focus. Because that was when the girl above him - Serena - asked him a question.

Why?

Why did he do it?

He didnít know.

He didnít want to.

ďI-Ē

There was a reason.

He knew that.

But he didnít know.

But he had to say something.

There was a gun. On him. She was going to shoot it.

He didnít want to die.

That was what he knew.

So he had to answer.

He had to say something.

ďThey, they-Ē

The gun was pointed at him.

If he said anything wrong, he was going to die.

Breathe in, breathe out.

ďThey were- I thought they were trying to attack me, so I-Ē

He paused.

Closed his eyes.

He didnít want to think about this.

He didnít want to remember.

He opened his eyes again.

ďI tried to fight back.Ē
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She was going to kill him.

She said so. He heard so. He couldnít move and she was in front of him and she was going to shoot him and she was going to hit and he was going to die and he couldnít do anything about it he could only watch he could only look into her eyes he could only think he could only wait and this was how it was going to end this was how he was going to die he wouldnít have to play this game anymore he wouldnít have to be on this island he could be free he wouldnít have to do anything and maybe that was a good thing maybe heíd like that itíd mean he wouldnít have to look at anyone else he wouldnít have to do anything he wouldnít have to hurt he wouldnít have to kill so maybe he shouldnít do anything maybe he should-

No.

No. he couldnít. He couldnít die here. He didnít want to. There wasÖ something. He didnít know. He didnít know and he was scared and he didnít want to die.

So he had to do something.

But what? He didnít know. He didnít know and the gun was pointed at him and he was going to die and she was going to shoot him and-

Wait.

The gun was still in his hand. It was still there. He couldnít move his arm because Aidan was on top of it but maybe he could do it maybe he could get away. He had to try. He pulled the trigger.

And once again, noise filled the air.

And for once, there wasnít any weight on him.

So he moved. His body kicked itself across the ground. He moved. He got up. He moved.

He ran.

He heard the gunshots come from behind him. He didnít stop. He moved around a corner, and from that point on, he was out of sight.

((Alvaro Vacanti, continued elsewhere))
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