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Die Anywhere Else; They Won't Remember That I'm Gone; Afternoon D6
Topic Started: Mar 20 2017, 12:39 PM (1,850 Views)
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(Scout Pfeiffer continued from If That's Who I Am, Then I'll Fight Who I Am..)

Scout was having a blank afternoon up until she heard a familiar voice screaming bloody murder. A blank day, actually.

After she bailed on Asuka the day previously, she kept to herself, though it certainly helped that she did not run into another living soul. It was awkward, really, spending nearly an entire day with someone and going back to being a lone wolf. She told herself she did not need her, 'her' being Asuka. Scout's choice of parting words could have been... less blunt. To say the least. Maybe. But she didn't need Asuka. She could make it all on her own.

Things changed with a gun though. It was a means of protection, justice and all that junk, but it painted a target on your back too. And without backup, Scout had to be the one to look after herself. Damn near taught herself to sleep with one eye open, a far cry from the night previous were she slept like a log. To say her lack of sleep dulled her senses would be an understatement.

The screaming sobered her right up though. Someone was screaming further down the corridor, screaming about Satan.

Was that Noah? Christ, maybe that was him.

A sudden, ominous fear raked across her spine. She broke out into a jog and soon she was running down the hallway at full speed. Noah wasn't a friend, but he sure as hell wasn't stirring up trouble either. He was innocent, a civvie, as far as she was concerned.

It wasn't just him though. What was on the other end of that screaming? Another voice, telling the first to 'get back here'. That had to be a sign that Scout was getting close. Her brisk run into an all-out dash.

There was an intersection coming up and she could hear the sounds coming from the hallway on the left. She reached into her bag and grabbed for her gun. She pulled the bolt back with a sickening crack and turned the corner -

- and skidded on her boots, nearly tumbling over like a fucking goober. Scout stared at the scrawny girl who was pressed up against the wall.

Scout held up the hand that wasn't holding the gun, mouthed "it's cool", because she was pretty damn sure they both heard the same commotion. Her breath came in quick, violent bursts. Her heart pounded against her chest.
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Scout stared at the girl. The girl stared at Scout. There was this awkward silence that crept over, at least on Scout's side. The complete stranger smiled at her, and Scout, for whatever reason, smiled right back. An awkward smile, sure, but a smile all the same.

The senior licked her lips. Scout.... did not lick her lips. That was just weird.

The girl looked around the corner. Then she darted out of sight.

Something about the way she immediately turned the corner, plus the sounds of chopping meat and indistinct screaming made Scout's blood go cold.

She turned the corner soon after, gun at the ready. She caught sight of Isabel Ramirez

She didn't see Noah's body. She didn't even see the blood. All she saw was Isabel's face and she pulled the gun up, held it in her hands and -

Oh Jesus Christ that senior was running right towards her wasn't she?

Scout squeezed her eye shut. She tried her best to point the gun at Isabel, but the lanky girl made it a tough shot. She cursed under her breath. Then she reached and took out the saw from her pocket, holding it in one hand and the gun in the other. There was no way she was going to catch the senior in the crossfire. Scout broke into another sprint. Maybe when she closed the distance she'd be able to get a better shot.
V6

G052 - Reed, Jasmine - 0% - Falchion - START END
G060 - Pfeiffer, Scout - 100% - Sawlaska Thunderfuck 5000 - START
G025 - Reyes, Audrey - 0% - Nunchaku - START END

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Scout finally noticed Noah and she was operating on pure rage. It was the only explanation for why she just let Isabel punch her in the face.

Or maybe that was her punishment for not just drawing the gun and shooting her like she did Alvaro. Jesus fuck she seriously walked into that one. What a stupid thing to do.

There was very little time for her to kick herself. She felt the second and third pair of hands fumbling with the grip of Scout's gun. Two hand against one. Isabel must have been putting all of her weight into her arms because the gun was being forced back, turning Scout's wrist at an awkward angle. That's when she noticed that Isabel was trying to wriggle a finger around the trigger, and she realized exactly what Isabel was trying to do. Dropping the bonesaw, she reached a hand up to try to wrestle the gun out of Isabel's grasp. It was no use. Isabel was trying to point the barrel of the gun at her and she was damn near close to succeeding. Scout was stuck. If she kept wrestling Isabel would cap her in the head. If Scout tried to run Isabel would shoot her in the back. Only one possibility remained, and it was a stupid idea. The most idiotic, reckless thing she could do in this situation.

"Fuck!"

It would have to do.

She took one step and snapped her head forward. Her forehead landed with Isabel's face and it was punctuated with a sharp crack.

A wise man once said an unprovoked headbutt is like bringing a sawed-off shotgun to a knife fight. Scout wasn't so sure about that, but that headbutt definitely saved her life.

It also made her pull the trigger. Scout or Isabel, didn't matter who, one of them did it. There was an even louder crack and Scout let out a sharp scream. The bullets hit the ceiling, sending dust and tiny shards of drywall raining from above. The sudden numbing in her ear and the pain in her forehead made Scout stumbled backward. She was damn lucky she didn't lose her hearing.

What she did lose was her gun. The force of the kickback sent it sliding across the floor. Scout barely had the time to think on that though. Quite frankly it was the furthest thing from her mind. Scout lunged for the bonesaw, desperate for protection. This cunt was going to die like the rat she was.
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It did not take long for her to find her gun. A boy she did not know had her gun, or, rather, he intended to take her gun. That's when Isabel got to him. Scout groaned, irritated, idiot! Absolute idiot! Isabel defended herself in one quick thrust of her arm. Her blade tore through the boy's throat like a knife through hot butter. The sight disgusted her. She whipped her head away from the crumpling corpse just in time to see Isabel pull the trigger -

and miss.

In truth Isabel's aim was only off by inches. The sudden whip of her head saved Scout's life. She went into overdrive as she felt, heard the bullet whizzing past Scout's ear. Things were moving so fucking quickly that it barely registered in her brain. She did not have the time nor the inclination to think about what just happened.

Scout closed the gap. Everything happened in a flash. Her one arm went to grab Isabel's wrist. She twisted, trying desperately to point the barrel away from her. There wasn't going to be a second headbutt. Instead her other arm flew down to Isabel's stomach and she clutched the sawblade. The teeth tore through the skin of her palm. Scout screamed.

"Cocksucker!"

She tore the sawblade from Isabel's stomach in one violent, gore-soaked tug.
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There was this sickening pressure in her side. She looked down and saw the blood.

That bitch just stabbed her.

Scout doubled back. Her boots scraped across the ground with a loud squeak and she landed on her ass. The sawblade clanked against the floor and suddenly the pain came, the pain of getting stabbed. The pain in her fingers was trumped by the throbbing in the wound in her side. She clutched the wound in her side and gagged on the air in her lungs.

It wasn't bad. She assumed. Yeah sure it hurt like a sonofabitch but she was putting pressure on the wound and jesus fuck the burning was excruciating, hot, so fucking hot. She looked up. She found her gun on the floor. She remembered where she was, what was happening. With her one hand clutching her side, Scout reached her other arm to grab the gun.

She saw Isabel. She saw another girl, a new girl, standing behind her. Scout spat, sniffled. She was tearing up.

Ugh.

Fuck it.

The girl was stupid enough to be standing directly behind Isabel. Scout had no idea what the girl was doing, but from the expression on Isabel's face she had a pretty good idea. Scout took her gun and pulled the trigger. She was going to put an end to this.
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Alvaro Vacanti. Alessio Rigano. Nancy Kyle. Isabel Ramirez. Kimiko Kao. Brandon Harte. Jeremiah Fury.

Nancy fell to Kimiko Kao. That was curious. Was Kao defending herself? Had she been defending herself this whole time? Didn't matter. She was a threat, that mattered. She had no idea who Jeremiah Fury was. Maybe she'd recognize his face if and when they ran into one another. Scout imagined him with the face of a rat. That's all he was to her, that's what all of them were to her.

Alessio Rigano. Kimiko Kao. Brandon Harte. Jeremiah Fury.

Thinking about the list distracted Scout from the pain in the side of her abdomen and the burning in her fingers. The wound was not bleeding as much as it had been before. Scout did not know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. People say that your whole body goes cold when you bleed out so maybe it was a good thing. Small wonders.

Scout straightened herself up. Her shoulder was propped up against the wall, one hand clutching her side, the other holding the M-10 in a vice-like grip. Fool her once, shame on you; there is no fooling Scout twice. She pressed off of the wall, wobbling on her feet before straightening herself. The bloodloss was not substantial. That was obvious from the fact she could still walk on her two feet. But she wasn't prepared to risk it. She kept her hand on her wound as she slowly made her way over to Noah's prone body.

Her approach was a struggle insomuch that each step seemed to stretch out the stab wound. It was hard to explain. Like Scout was moving a muscle she never knew existed before. It was surreal. It was scary. And Scout would have to get used to it.

She bumped something with the end of her boot. Scout looked down. She lowered herself, reached out the arm that was holding the gun, and clutched the hinge of her companion's glasses between her middle and ring fingers. (The senior, that is, not the weirdo who was looking at her funny.) A dabble of blood stained the lenses but, hey, at least they weren't cracked.

"Are these yours?"

She stood up straight again and turned slowly, holding the glasses out awkwardly in her hand. Then Scout saw Lily Caldwell. Immediately she did not consider the fact that Isabel was screaming out for 'Lily' to help her, to save her. Instead she gasped and furrowed her brows.

"Did all of you people get off the same goddamned bus?" She said, off-the-cuff.
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Scout barely registered that one girl making off with Isabel's head. A corpse is a corpse, and she had better things to worry about such as the gaping wound in her side and Lily Caldwell. The sight of a girl tearing somebody's head off might have grossed Scout out but, well, Scout was kind of zoning out. In hindsight she had been stupid to zone out like that but whatever. Focus on the present.

She narrowed her eyes at Lily, leaning the weight of her body on the soles of her feet. Isabel screamed her name before dying, and Lily just so happened to be close to where Isabel died. And quite fucking frankly, she was pretty sure there was only one Lily on this rock of an island.

Lily's name was not on Scout's list, but that sure as hell did not exonerate her either.

She glanced at the senior. Clearly the two of them were on the same chapter but two different pages. Scout was tired though, and at least there was someone who was full of questions too.

So instead of questioning Lily, Scout turned her back to her which was an incredibly stupid thing to do in hindsight. She gave a passive nod to Lily, or the senior, or no one in particular, before going straight to Noah's prone corpse. She got down on her knees, made sure she wasn't sitting in the boy's blood.

Scout did not know Noah all that well. Hell, she only met the guy a few days ago. But she still learned plenty about him in that short amount of time, not in terms of hobbies and shared interests and that kind of shit but of character. Noah struck her as an upstanding dude, the sort of person who always had a joke to lighten the mood. He was, as Scout's Nana would say, a kind soul. A kind soul who Scout would have written off as some jokester if they met anywhere other than this shithole. That was the part that burned Scout the most; circumstances made it easier for her to connect with some guy she barely knew.

Part of her wished she met him back home.

Every other part burned with indignant rage. Because those same circumstances brought Noah and Isabel together. And Isabel killed Noah. Noah screamed while she was killing him. Scout was glad that she was lucky enough not to see what Isabel did to him.

... There's an Irish prayer that Scout's Nana always quoted.

" Death is nothing at all. It does not count. You have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was. Nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again. "

Something like that.

Scout did not believe in a god. She used to, when she was a stupid kid. Still, it made her feel better, the burning in her side notwithstanding.

She was preparing to stand up when she turned her head and caught sight of the sawblade slinger. Of course she did not remember that name. All she knew was that he called it Sawlaska Thunderfuck. She hesitated, gauging whether it would be wise to let go of her wound. Well, Lily was offering to patch her up. And Scout had a gun so...

Fuck it. She shrugged her bag off of her shoulder, took Sawlaska and shoved it, him, her, she wasn't sure, into her bag. She'd figure it all out later when her torso wasn't swelling like a sonofabitch.
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"... You couldn't have been that close to her," Scout added, "since you let her die and all."

She let the lanky girl go in first. Scout didn't have a clear look into the room, so she didn't know what Lily was doing. She sure as hell wasn't going to just run headlong into the room. The last time she did that Isabel gave her a gash in her side. The junior glanced at the senior, glanced at her bag. Then she dropped her bag down next to the others. She did not drop the gun.

"I'm Scout. Your name's Lily, right?"

Scout hated introductions. It made her all self-conscious and shit, made her cringe like hell. But she wasn't just introducing herself for the sake of pleasantries. She didn't say 'Scout'. She said 'Scout Pfeiffer'. She was rattling Lily's cage, theoretically speaking. Whether there was a hornet's nest in there or not remained to be seen.
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And that Scout all alone. To herself, to her own thoughts, or lack thereof.

The bleeding subsided. The wound must have not been as deep as it felt, or at the very least it did not hit an artery. Still hurt like a motherfucker though and it made her cringe as she rose back up to her feet. She would have to treat it, and soon. Scout knew the basics of treating a wound but, like, it wasn't like she was a surgeon general or whatever, and it wasn't like she had anyone else to help her ...

... Scout was a lone wolf now. 'Lone wolf'. What a fucking name. It's what awkward loners call themselves in order to feel better about being lonely pieces of shit. 'Lone wolves'. Makes you sound dangerous, powerful. Scout was a realist though; she wasn't a fucking predator. She killed two of the highest-ranking killers on the island, sure, but that didn't mean she was a killing machine. The wound in her side was proof of that.

If you were to put Scout and Isabel Ramirez in a room and Ramirez would be the one walking out alive, no question. Shit, Scout needed nearly four people to finally kill the bitch. There was no triumph in killing Ramirez either, just pain and regret. But the fact remained that she needed help, and if the other girls weren't there, Scout wouldn't just be dealing with a stab wound. Relying on anyone, even unintentionally, made Scout deeply uncomfortable.

She should have said thank you, at least.

Oh well.

Scout wasn't going to see any of them again, so whatever. She sighed.

"So."

Scout looked down at Sawlaska Thunderfuck 5000.

"Guess it's just you and me now."

... Scout asked herself why she was talking to a fucking sawblade. She didn't have an answer.

(Scout Pfeiffer continued in Unforgiven.)
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