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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 (1,680 Views)
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((Noah Whitley continued from Forklift Driver Klaus))

Noah sighed. He couldn't believe he was alone. Again. Why was it every time some asshole with a penchant for destruction showed up, it resulted in Noah losing track of all his friends. After fleeing the storehouse, he had run back to the asylum, which was apparently not where Hannah was going. Now he was wandering the halls of the asylum on his own, muttering curses as the crate pusher. Sure, he had avoided a potentially dangerous situation, but losing yet another ally was starting to bug him.

"Great," he muttered to himself. "At this point, my most stable relationship here is with Sawlaska Thunderfuck."

Noah looked at the slinger in his hand and shook his head.

"If this is my only serious relationship, at least let it be with something that can get me off, not something that can let me off people."

Noah sighed again and kept walking. It was getting late, so he'd probably have to find another room to lock himself in. Surely there was something he could use nearby. He could pass another night doing stretches and telling jokes to a camera. He may have to take count of his food and water. He had to be getting low, and he may need to find alternatives somewhere on the island.

As he walked, he slowed down when he heard a voice talking. He recognized the voice, causing him to smile a bit. He hadn't heard the voice since he was on the beach getting shot by Nancy-chan. If it was that person, maybe the others were with her too. Noah walked over to the door and pushed it open.

"Lily," he said. "Is that you?"

Noah looked in the room. His smile vanished the instant he saw who was in the room. Lily was there, but she wasn't accompanied by Rene and Blair like he had hoped. That would have been too good for Noah considering the trend that was occurring.

No, instead, she was sharing a room with the biggest killer on the island.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself.
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Noah didn't even have time to react before Isabel was already leaping towards him and pointing a sword at his chest. He froze in place, his eyes widening and his teeth clenching. After six days and numerous murders, he shouldn't have been surprised Isabel Ramirez would immediately try to kill anyone who came her way. Still, it was not fun to be on the opposite side of her blade, and Noah now knew every second mattered.

Lily tried to speak up in Noah's defense, which he nodded to.

"Yes, I agree," he said. "I like being penetrated, but not like this. Ha ha."

His laugh was too nervous for his liking. Spouting jokes may not work in his favor. He didn't have much of a relationship with Isabel back in Kingman (not that he would have considering her personality), so his sense of humor was probably not to her liking. Heck, she called him "Drag Queen" like that was an ethnic or racial slur, so clearly she was not his fan.

"But yeah," he blurted. "We don't need to fight. I can very easily walk away from here, and you will never see me again. How's about that?"

Noah looked over Isabel. The last few days had been hell for her. She looked like enough people have tried to kill her, or that everyone she killed fought back as hard as they could before expiring. The glare in her eyes told Noah that she wanted him dead no matter what. He knew then that there wasn't going to be any chance of negotiating. This wasn't Nancy-chan on the beach who was looking for a reason to kill him. Isabel wanted him dead for the crime of existing. It was just like the majority of the Bible-thumping rednecks in America, but put into the body of this tiny ballerina before him.

He had to go. He was in the doorway so he could easily bolt back into the hall from whence he came. Then he could run as far away from Richard Ramirez's bastard daughter as he could. He needed a moment, however little, and he certainly didn't need her to chase him with that scary-ass sword.

Fortunately for him, he saw a moment. Isabel glanced over briefly to where Lily was, so Noah reacted. He tightened his grip on Sawlaska's handle and lifted it up as quickly as he could. Sawlaska hit Isabel's sword, pushing it away from his chest and off to the side. The moment he felt the connection, he stepped back and bolted down the hall.

"NOT TODAY, SATAN!" he shouted as he ran into the hall.

He turned back to see if Isabel was following him. He prayed his Bianca del Rio reference would actually save his life and not prove too ironic in his last moments of life. He was all for a joke, but not one like that.
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Noah turned his head back as he heard Isabel shout at him. Crap, she was coming after him, and that sword wasn’t the only tool she had to brutally murder him. Noah groaned a bit when he saw that she was coming after him. It looked like she really was as bad as the announcements made her out to be. He had suspected some parts of the announcements had to be exaggerated for shock value or to turn the tide of the game, but this clearly wasn’t one of those cases. To Noah, Isabel was the FOX News of SOTF: just as bad as you'd expect it to be from the premise alone.

Noah tried to keep running, but he could tell Isabel was going to match his pace. They were running down a long hall, and he wasn’t sure he could just duck in a room and shut the door before she came bursting in. Besides, that would just leave him trapped, and she'd probably find a way in no matter what he did. It wouldn’t solve the fundamental issue at hand.

Noah’s hand tightened around Sawlaska. He hadn’t used Sawlaska against a living, breathing person yet. He had tested it a few times when he woke up and before going to bed during the third night, but this was different. He’d be taking a life to save his own. He’d be playing the game, as the terrorists wanted.

He quickly pushed all morality debates out of his mind. This was easy enough to settle on. Isabel was getting closer, and she was going to kill him. She wouldn’t negotiate, she wouldn’t stand reason, and she wouldn’t just let him go now. If she killed him, she would then go on to murder anyone else she could find. The decision was made: Isabel was a threat, and Noah would have to man up and kill her. It would help his peers, and his family would surely understand.

Noah started to turn, changing his movements so he was now running backwards down the hall. He remembered the steps to using Sawlaska. At this point, it should be like turning on his webcam and recording a video: exactly what he was supposed to be doing with his life.

“Sorry!” he shouted as he swung Sawlaska back, then swung it forward.

Noah gritted his teeth as the blade flew through the air. Throwing the blade against random walls was challenging enough, but hitting a human being would be much harder. To Noah’s surprise, it connected. It took only a split second, but the blade was now sticking out of Isabel’s torso. His eyes widened and he let out a cry.

“Holy fuck, I got her,” he muttered to himself.

He stared at Isabel, keeping Sawlaska pointed out slightly in front of him. Was that enough to kill her? Taking a saw blade to the chest couldn’t be the easiest thing for a body to handle, so he prayed she’d drop to the floor quickly.
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Noah remained frozen as Isabel looked at the injury he gave her. The blood was starting to seep down her body, and like Noah, even she looked in complete disbelief at the nature of the injury. Noah slowly started to back away, hoping that she'd just drop to the ground and that would be it. However, to his dismay, she charged towards him. Noah quickly held Sawlaska out in front of him, hoping he could use it like a hockey stick and push her back, but the amount of force she brought onto it caused him to go tumbling to the ground with her.

Noah screamed out when Isabel's knife first plunged into his chest. Isabel prepared to stab him again, but quickly, he swung Sawlaska up and struck her in the face. He had hoped that would knock her off of him so that he could at least try and crawl away and deal with his injury, but it didn't work. She was pinned hard on top of him, and her stabbing continued. One stab hit him in the arm, causing him to let go of Sawlaska. Noah knew he had screwed up. He should have waited before charging into the office with Lily. He should have aimed better to kill Isabel instantly. He should have stayed closer to Hannah. He should have stayed with Scout. He should have run after the group instead of trying to hold off Nancy.

This was it. He was going to die. He would never go to college, never perform in stand-up bars and drag clubs all over the country, never open his own club, never get on TV, and never become someone. He was going to be added to the body count of SOTF #6, and that'd be the end. Sure, people would probably be able to find his videos, and maybe there'd be some tributes towards him and everyone else who died, but that'd be it.

He really hoped his family would be okay. His mom and grandparents had so much faith in him and his dreams, and it was all gone now. His dad had missed out on so much of his life, and now he'd be filled with regrets. He wondered how his sister was going to take all of this. She was mature for her age, but how would she handle this? He hoped his stepmom would take care of that. She was smart, so hopefully she'd know the way.

Noah stared up at Isabel as she finished stabbing him. He coughed up some blood. He probably only had a few moments left. The bitch was acting smug, although the saw blade in her chest made it clear she had limited time left. Noah glanced a little past Isabel, noticing that someone was coming. No, it was two people. He smiled, then started chuckling.

"Here's my last joke: you did all this, and now you're gonna die too. Have fun in Hell, bitch."

Isabel turned around as the two other girls came into frame. Noah continued to chuckle. Okay, maybe he wouldn't feel so bad dying now. The universe had a way of balancing things out, it seemed. Noah started to close his eyes as Isabel and the other girls began to move. He had done his part, so now he could go.

Things would probably be okay without him anyways.

B010 Noah Whitley: Deceased
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