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Electric Dreams; Paging D/N and IceBlock.
Topic Started: Mar 4 2017, 06:12 PM (445 Views)
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((Serena Waters continued from How Can I Take Off This Mask?))

After driving away from the Vehicle depot, they had made their way over to the Helipad. It had been late at day when they had left and camped down there. turning off the car to save fuel and to get some sleep in peace.

Well, that's she hoped for anyway as she fell into the bliss of sleep.

She found herself standing on a street with the faulty light and abandoned bike on the side, rust covering it all over. Looking around she noticed the house, a house she never thought she'd see again. She saw the car standing to the side, a volkswagen with a recognisable scratch on the side made not too long ago. A broken basketball hoop on the garage door torn and tattered from years of use.

There were no sounds as she approached the house, no familiar sound of the neighboor dog losing his marbles over something, the wind blowing the leaves of the tree, not even her footsteps as she came closer and closer to the front door. Her hand trembling as it reached out for the handle as she opened it and looked in.

Home.

As she entered what used to feel like sanctuary, a place to hide from all the bad things in the world like an impenetrable fortress, it now had a feeling of unease and emptiness inside. Almost as if she wasn't welcome there anymore. Even so, she pressed onward.

"Mom?" She said as she entered the the living room and saw everything was still there, but the feeling of emptiness hung in the air, it grew as she continued her way over to the kitchen.

"Dad?" She continued her way upstairs looking at all the photos along the wall. Several of Jordan were still there, but those of her were gone.

"Jordan?" Still no response as she looked into the rooms on the floor one by one. When she looked into his room. Nothing there.

Parents room. Nothing there.

When she finally went over to her own door, the handle wouldn't turn. Trying to force the door open, she heard a familiar voice in the air.

"You're not supposed to be here."

SCHREEE

She heard the familiar sound in the night as the crackle came through the air like a whip to her ears, forcing herself awake as she listened to a voice she'd come to hate mouth off about a fire in the Staff Area.

A Fire? Great, as if it wasn't enough to kill people, they were burning the island down as well. She thought as she rested her head on the wheel, turning it to look at her travel partners. Aiden snoring in the seat opposite her and Mel in the back. They had been lucky to pick her up along the way.

She opened the door and closed it, before taking the opportunity to stretch. This must have been how her dad felt after trips.
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As she stood there stretching, she thought about the announcement, Alvaro was dead, coward ran away and got shot by Scout. She'd heard about her, she was in the grade below and had some out there interests. Serena'd probably have to thank her for that, saved her the trouble of having to deal with him. A callous thought for sure, but she'd lost any sympathy for him when he gunned down Irene. There were still plenty of killers around, Isabel for example that had to be dealt with. She couldn't be preoccupied with just one. They all had to be dealt with. Even Al.

Oh Al...What happened to you? Wasn't it just the first day he was too terrified to stand up, let alone listen to her. She forced him up on his feet, made him listen to her rhetoric, let him walk away when he did...What had she unleashed on her classmates? She was the Frankenstein to his monster, and she would have to put a stop to it.

And Jeremy. It was bad enough that Brendan went and killed, then of course it comes out he killed Junko. it gets harder day by day to justify it to herself that her friends could do something like this. That didn't stop Brendan or Al but... she had to see him, for all she knew it could have been an accident or something along those lines, she just couldn't fathom him being a killer, not Jeremy who'd spend most of his time joking around with her or ramble about his favorite Survivor winners. Not him too please.

When she was done stretching she looked around the area, mostly as an excuse to formulate her thoughts towards planning. Now what? She got the car and a group with her now, situation was ideal. Yet, she didn't feel all too well about it. Since Al, she hasn't seen any of her friends and every day the announcements put the fear in her, would she hear about Penelope being dead? Or Raina? Or Jeremy... She had to find them. At all costs.

She turned around and noticed the other two were now awake. She could hear their conversation going on as she thought about it, getting the car was a big deal, but there were loads of things they now had to keep in mind, gas, any semblance of stealth being gone and that they would have to give it up eventually. For now though, they had a good tool for intimidation. Opening the door and gave off a smile as she said "Good to see you both up, hope you both had a better sleep than I did." It was weird how these two were becoming more and more familiar to her now, back home they probably would have left high school with just small talk inbetween them . If there was one good thing about this contest, if only one small thing, it was getting to know them better.
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She listened as they spoke out, Mel talking about the car and it's practicality and Aiden and...futility it seemed? Depressing shit is what she got out of it.

"It isn't practical in the long run and stealth is impossible with it..." She looked outside the window for a bit, thought she saw someone sneaking by before she continued. "But if we're smart about how we use it, then we got a god shield for ourselves and a good way of chasing people off." The idea of it made her sick and even more so of the one brewing in her head. Ever since that day she saw Irene die right in front of her.

But it was what Aiden started talking about that got her to think, truly think about engaging in it. For days now she had no direction. They had the jeep, they had a gun. In Survivor they'd be in a power position, they have something the rest don't and the ability to execute it. Go down in the blaze of glory was better than sitting around crying about futility and unfairness of it all.

"I've been thinking, outside of seeing my friends. I really didn't have an idea of what to do." She was looking down on her hands holding the wheel, she felt them shake as if she were freezing. "But seeing that... thing kill her upfront made me realise something."

What has she done here except run? She hadn't found any of them and they could all die before she would find them. Then what? More running? What was her goal? Did she really have any? The jeep idea came up to get al up from being stupid which in hindsight, probably should have left him there.

"Their not gonna stop." Her fingers clung to the wheel and dug in as the thoughts of them crossed her mind. How many more had to die for them to be satisfied?

"...You guys saw with him right? Alvaro had already killed someone by that point, you only need one to go home."

Isabel, Kimiko, Fury, Tarquin. Alessio... All of them had killed more than once, and were showing no signs of stopping. They can't let them win.

"We have this and the gun, I say we make sure people get the right idea. Act like a mass murderer, then you're expendable." The thought crossed her mind, she didn't really have to do this or strong arm them into doing this and it would be a betrayal to what she had been taught at school, church and home, but after everything she's heard, everything she's seen. she can't let it go on anymore. They have to fight back. She looked at their faces, waiting for their reaction.
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She sat there once again in silence as she listened to Mel and Aiden giving their take on what she said. Mel was firmly against to the point she wouldn't look Serena in the eyes as she said her feelings on it, Serena wouldn't keep it a sercet that it miffed her, she got why she weren't exactly on board with getting back at them, but she finally had an idea, a purpose here on this stupid island. It was far better than what she had been doing up to this point. Hiding and cowering in fear of the killers.

Aiden was more into it it seemed. He looked at her and said they could drive around, see what needed to be done. She liked that response a hell of a lot more. "Alright then, let's keep our eyes on lookout for these people." Of couse, she would have to keep her mind open for the possibilty. Things were only going to get more difficult from here on and she would have to be ready to pull the trigger, even if they weren't.

She started the engine up as she looked over at Mel still staring out the window, she was miffed by her response, but that didn't mean she didn't care for what she had to say. She was the one who had talked her into the idea of finding him, least she could do is acknowledge what she had to say.

"I get what your saying Mel, and I mean it when I say I don't like it either, but what else can we do? After what happened back there...I can't let something like that happen again." It didn't matter anymore if it was being in the right in doing so, it was about making sure they don't end up having a serial killer go home, like Isabel. If someone was going to win, they would make sure it was someone who deserved it.

((Serena Waters continued in You thought it was Kimiko but it was me, Jerry!))
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