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The Wicked Die Alone; morning of day 6, open
Topic Started: Mar 5 2017, 02:47 AM (447 Views)
Brackie
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((Maxim Kehlenbrink continues from Another Story Must Begin))

"In an...I think I should say interesting decision Junko Kurosawa attacked Jeremy Frasier for 'giving up'. You can insert your own finger quotes as needed. Ironically, this awakened Jeremy's desire to survive and he shot her in the chest to do so. Well done Miss Kurosawa, that worked out well for you."

The events of yesterday morning made even less sense than they had back then. But it was of no matter. The only thing left of Junko Maxim had to concern himself with was the hammer nestled in his waistband, and how he was possibly going to use it if it came down to it.

It was those kinds of thoughts that prevented Maxim's mind from circling back to the things that made him sick. He needed to spend more time planning and concerning himself with logistics and playing out impossible scenarios in his head. He needed to plot what would happen if somebody were to trap him on these docks and his life depended on the tiny hammer. He needed to figure out if he could ward off such a thing from occurring in the first place if he just put aside his ridiculous principles and got that stupid bow out. He needed to plan out the conversation days ahead of himself if he were to run into Kimiko Kao and he finally asked why she had killed his best friend. Anything else aside from the fantastical stories playing out in his head and Maxim became ill, light-headed, and at this point he could no longer afford to do that.

Most of these scenarios envisioned Maxim trapped by himself in a dark room, waiting as the days go by, and if today had been another day it probably would have been the case. But as he was making his way from the hospital to the storehouse, he was drawn away by something in the distance.

A tall plume of smoke, originating from the island he was currently standing on, was towering over them all from the other side of the island. Maxim could...vaguely recall that part of the facility being declared a danger zone before he went to sleep last night, but he wasn't sure of the specifics. Now, he guess he knew. Someone was especially responsible today.

So there he sat, on the edge of the dock, as the smoke rose higher and higher into the sky. Maxim's head rest on the dock post, bag to his side, as a library burned. An unknown body lay behind him, his useful belongings sitting alongside his own.

All he could do right now was hope neither Benjamin nor Lili were in there.
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In all the days he'd been out here, Maxim had thought about his friends.

Well, all except for one.

As he got to his feet to turn around and face his peers, he didn't know what made Brendan slip his mind. Maybe it was the fact that he'd been so preoccupied with Cristo's death that his energy was completely sapped, or the fact that he spent hours upon hours trying to justify so many conflicting mindsets to himself, or maybe it was the fact that for some reason, some ridiculous little reason that was slipping his mind even now, he could only associate Brendan with negativity. Sure, what they had shared at the dance was confusing and special, but all he could think about was the way he couldn't get to spend any more time with him before losing him to Alba. Or the fact their entire friendship formed over Maxim becoming flummoxed about a book. It seemed false. Like everything was formed by the wrong kind of chance.

There was something Maxim was missing, but he didn't know what exactly was missing from the equation of relations in his mind.

Brendan was not the only one there, though. There was a girl with him, the one who initially startled him and drew his attention to them. Her name was Fiyori, Maxim knew that much, but to draw anything more from the aether of knowledge that was the essential facts about Maxim's class was a fool's errand. She was not essential in his life, and she would not be essential in what remained of his life, so there was no point trying to conjure up memories of how they once knew each other.

Maxim leant on the post, bag straps dangling weakly in his fingers. He was still vaguely aware of the other boy's body laying near him, but after the experience with Junko and the offices of the dead that lasted the entirety of yesterday, Maxim was no longer sensitive to them. On any other occasion, that might have been cause for concern, but Maxim knew he was learning essential skills. What other essential skills would he pick up today? Perhaps he could learn how to fire his bow, or swing his hammer.

He became quickly aware that he wasn't speaking. He was staring at the two before him. He was relaxed, for the first time in days. Brendan may have slipped his mind as he hid and crept, but here he was. The negative memories slipped away, and all he could think of was the fact that irregardless of who the other girl was, Brendan would never hurt him. Brendan would never hurt anyone. He could finally rest.

"I don't know. I know it would not have happened if I had anything to say about it."

He smiled.

"There is nothing worse than burning a book."

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There was something so scathingly normal about what they were talking about, but Maxim couldn't help it. Brendan was a slice of his past life. He knew there would need to be a point where he stopped trying to reminisce about the times in his life he actually enjoyed, but it wasn't while Brendan was here, standing alive in front of him.

But the other question remained. How exactly was Maxim going to sum up the past few days?

"Well...I guess I woke up. There were other people around, a few girls, didn't really know them. I moved on, I ran into...ran into Benjamin Fields, you know him? I tried offering him a team-up, but he would not take it. Eventually I ran into a better Ben, Ben Lichter. And also Lili Williams. We stayed together for quite a while, and...the next morning, I found out Cristo died. Lili disappeared. We tried looking for her, but all that happened was that I lost Ben as well, and... I was alone."

Maxim paused.

"I thought I could find other people, but after a while, I just stopped looking. I do not think I met another person for... three days, three days I think. I ran into this girl. Junko was her name. I offered to team up, to help her, but she ran off and got killed. And... then I ended up here. I came to see the smoke. And I believe that is it."

Maxim met Brendan's gaze.

"I wish I had a more exciting story to tell. Maybe one where I was caught by some big killer, and had to beg for my life, or use my wits to escape. But... well, considering where we are, I think I'm okay being boring for now."

It all came back to Maxim's scathing normalcy, didn't it? What did it really care how good of a story his experience on this island made? It didn't matter much. The only story that mattered was the one being told right now, the one that saw him surviving another day. That was a story he had control over, a story he could write himself. And if that story so happened to end with his own survival, well, then being boring was okay. Life was not a storybook, filled with twists and climaxes and dashing heroes with swords and capes. If Maxim could take his hand and tell a story so daring it led to him surviving this island and the people on it, well then he would do so, he would make himself a hero to be admired, but that was not how it worked. There were always more heroic people than him.

Then again, some of them were probably dead.

"So... what about you? And who is your friend here?"
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Fiyori Senay. She sounded familiar, but Maxim couldn't place her. Her thesis statement for the situation they found themselves in was certainly interesting, though. Kill someone for someone who's died. The fact that this solution involved death answering for more death seemed like something that should have gone against Maxim's own creed, but his own curiosity overrode that. It was certainly something.

But that wasn't even the most interesting thing that had come out of either of their mouths. Brendan said that two people were dead because of him. It was such an ambiguous wording. Because of him. Did he kill them? Maxim hadn't even bothered to note who had appeared in the announcements - after the first one, it was all far too much to remember. But those words could have meant anything. Did he murder them in cold blood? Did they die because he abandoned them? What was going on here? He could have been a little bit clearer, Maxim wasn't the master of reading between the lines.

And then they discussed Alba, who was apparently supposed to be with them, but wasn't. Alba. Now Maxim remembered her. She was Brendan's date to the dance. She had occupied herself while Brendan and Maxim kissed unknown to her. And then the black girl walked off to look for her. And then it was just Brendan and Maxim alone on those docks, nobody but the body of the boy Maxim had burgled.

He looked up to the other boy.

"So what shall we do, Brendan?"

Much like Brendan's own statements about the other dead teenagers, Maxim meant for that to be as open ended as it came. Did he mean what should they do in the immediate moment, or what should they do further on down the line? That was all up for Brendan to decide.

And Maxim would agree with it, whatever it was.
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Brendan's answer was for the short term. Maxim was okay with that now. It didn't seem like Brendan had been thinking as much over the inevitability they all faced as Maxim had, but then again he liked Brendan and did not want him to have to think like that. It was necessary, but not a state of normalcy. He had his own people, Maxim had his. Eight they made, including Fiyori. Together, they could do anything, or at least that's what Maxim wished. What kind of anything could they get up to on an island like this?

But either way, it was something. And having something was better than going forward unprepared and unawares.

"That sounds like something I can get behind."

Regardless of how futile it all seemed, Maxim was going to trust Brendan. At this point there couldn't have been much more than half of the student body left alive, and their survival, and the survival of the ones they had traveled with, had to have meant something.

Something. What did that word even mean anymore?

"Would you lead the way? You know this island much better than I do."

((Maxim Kehlenbrink continued elsewhere))
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