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Tea Party with Death at Dawn; Early Morning Day 7: Open
Topic Started: Mar 30 2017, 01:36 PM (1,245 Views)
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((Bryony Adams continued from Can You Hear Me Calling Out?))

An unfamiliar figure looked up at Bryony Adams from the surface of a shallow puddle.

The figure had its hair down, an untidy mess framing its face, all tangled and dirty from not being washed for days. It held two dark green hair bobbles, clenched tightly in its hands. Its clothing was crumpled and wrinkled, so obviously slept in, and there were little holes and cuts in its hoody where it had been caught on branches and debris. It reached up to adjust its dust-coated glasses, obscuring the bags under her eyes, the scuffs of mud on her cheeks, and streaks of tears cutting through them.

This figure couldn’t be Bryony Adams. There was no way it could be. The real Bryony Adams was too shy and reserved and quiet to get herself dirty. The real Bryony Adams would have broken down and sobbed and begged to be let free from this nightmare. The real Bryony Adams would have heard the endless familiar names on the announcements and given up all hope there and then.

The real Bryony Adams should have died days ago.

And yet, the real Bryony Adams stared down at the puddle, before stepping through it, the figure disappearing into droplets and ripples.

It was early morning. The sun had only just come up, a faint light breaking through the leaves of the great willow tree in the centre of the garden. Like Alice, Bryony had been unable to sleep soundly. Memories of the past few days circled around and around in her head, and the longer she stayed still, the louder and more vivid they got. Images of Bradley, and Bridgette, and Bernadette, Danya’s words of the killers and the killed, horrible thoughts of what had happened to them in their final moments. She had woken up moments ago, breathing heavily, coated in cold sweat. It was a simple logic that had caused her to head for the gardens. They had briefly looked around it when they’d first made it to the chapel yesterday, and even with the weeds and moss and tangling vines threatening to overthrow the other plants that lived there, it still looked serene and calm. A place for her to clear her head.

It felt, sometimes, like everything was fighting against her. And yet, here she was, still standing.

The grass rustled as Bryony slowly made her way through the garden. It felt cool, beneath the shade of the tree, a pleasant coolness as opposed to the quiet and still cold of the chapel. If she could, she would have wanted to stay here for as long as possible. Safe, amongst the plants and tree roots. Out of sight. Out of danger.

After a couple of minutes wandering, Bryony caught sight of Alice, sitting on a stone bench, staring intently down at the ground. Bryony’s face lit up when she saw her, and she picked the pace up, heading towards her friend.

There was another body on the ground in front of her, and Bryony involuntarily let out a small gasp.
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It wasn’t going to get easier.

As Alice slowly stood up and Sandra went to throw up a few feet away and the speakers crackled to life, like a Frankenstein’s Monster that was revived every morning, Bryony felt a familiar sinking feeling in her stomach, an alert system telling her to prepare for the worst.

What was it she had been thinking earlier? That she, that Bryony Adams, was supposed to hear all the familiar names on the announcements and just break down and give up all hope? It was always hard not to do that. Whenever she heard the name of someone she’d shared classes with at school or had been able to rely on as a friendly face amongst the list of the killers and the killed, it felt like a series of punches to the gut, knocking her to the ground, trying to keep her down and out permanently.

This morning the punches started early and didn’t let up.

Nadia had killed herself. Bryony didn’t understand why. She had looked healthy and confident and prepared to keep herself alive just a few days ago. What had happened to her to cause her to give up hope just like that? What had happened to turn her into who Bryony had been on the first day?

It suddenly struck Bryony that hardly anyone she had encountered on the island so far was confirmed to be alive. Bradley and Bridgette had been killed in front of her. Henry, Tara, Nadia and Arthur had all died since she’d met them. The thief on the beach and the boy at the docks, she had no clue about. That left Coleen, Caedyn and Kimiko, all of whom were killers.

And Alba. Alba who was now on that list as well.

It felt as though the world around her had turned to mist. It was if all her senses had ceased to function, as if nothing existed around her anymore, as if Sandra and Alice were mere figures in the distance. The person she had been searching for since their second day on the island was now a killer. No matter how she tried to look at it, or rationalise it, that fact just kept on repeating over and over again in her head.

Slowly, Bryony walked over towards the huge willow, sitting down with her back against the trunk, nestled amongst the roots. There was dew on the grass and dirt underneath her legs, but she didn’t even notice as she curled up, as if she was trying to hide herself from the world. She looked at the grass for a few moments, before she spoke, voice quiet and hollow.

“There’s… there’s got to be a reason… some reason, right? Kaitlyn had… she’d killed someone before, maybe that person had been friends with Alba or… or… or something… right?”
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The words washed over Bryony, swallowing her up, surrounding her, before leaving again with no impact as if they’d never been said at all. Like she was a pebble in a stream. A reed in a lake.

A corpse lying in the surf.

Maybe it had been self-defence. So what? Alba had still killed someone; whether it was done in cold blood or to keep herself alive didn’t matter. How could you look at someone the same way after that? It wasn’t something she should ever have had to deal with, and yet, nowadays, it was omnipresent, all of her friends were killing or dying or dead, and one way or another she’d find herself on that list too soon enough, and there was nothing she could-

Bryony flinched as Alice placed their hand on her shoulder, recoiling as her touch broke through the mist. She looked up at her friend through watery eyes, and the tension left her shoulders and she relaxed and a tiny smile once more broke onto her face. Slowly, the mist drifted away, to be replaced by the dappled morning sun on Alice’s skin.

It was just like she’d thought earlier. This would happen over and over again, this pain and crushing feeling of hopelessness that happened whenever the announcements were broadcast. This would happen over and over again and it would hurt each time and there was nothing she could do to stop it from hurting. What she could do, and what she would have to do, was pull herself out of that quagmire and carry on moving forwards. That was the important part. Know that the island wasn’t going to stop landing blows on her, and that she’d just have to pick herself up, dust herself off, and push on.

She tried not to think about what she would do if someone like Alba or Alice wasn’t around to do that for her the next time it happened.

“I’m not sure…” Bryony mumbled. “She said she was going to come back to the gym, but… um… I didn’t think she… would. Maybe… maybe she headed back that way?”

She’s not a bad person. That was what Alice had said about Alba, but it wasn’t just her that the statement applied to. Alba wasn’t a bad person. Neither was Kaitlyn. Nor Al, or Kimiko, or Nancy, or Isabel. No-one here was. They did bad things, awful and horrendous things, things inexcusable in any other situation. But this was a situation unlike any other. Their hands were being forced. Each person was doing what they personally thought was necessary to survive.

That included herself. That was what she reminded herself, told herself, tried to convince herself of, as her hands balled into fists, and she stared down at the ground, and tried to say what she wanted to say. It felt callous and cold, putting material needs above a person’s, but it might encourage them all and provide a catalyst.

Maybe this would be the means to stop them from falling into despair themselves.

“We have to find her, though… I need to make sure she’s okay, and find out what happened… Plus… um… plus, if we find her, then… um… we won’t have to wander around looking for a weapon, either… we’ll solve a lot of issues this way…”

Bryony let her words hang in the air for a moment, before moving her hands to the right side of her head, reforming her hair into pigtails again.
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Okay. Things seemed to be looking okay. She wasn’t going to say it was anything more than that; “alright” was about as good as it got out here on the island, after all. But the other two seemed to agree that finding Alba was the most important task right now. They all had the same mindset and they were all working towards something together.

Yeah. Yeah, things were okay.

Bryony finished tying her hair up, and slowly moved her hands away from her now completed pigtail, hair gently buffeted by the slight breeze. She gave a couple of small nods.

“Okay,” she mumbled. It was all she felt she could manage now.

Briefly forgetting she had left it in the chapel, Bryony scrabbled around herself, searching for her bag, mentally facepalming when she remembered where it was. She placed a hand against the tree trunk to try and help herself stand up.

There was a sudden crack, as loud as thunder, and searing pain coursed through her icy veins as she realised instantly what the sound was.

She had heard, as she had wandered across the island, the sound several times before. It was unavoidable; without the hustle and bustle of traffic or the ever-present hum of machinery inside buildings to mask things, all other sound carried further on the small island. It had always been fainter, from way off in the distance, but whenever she had heard it, Bryony had flinched instinctively, the sound causing a Pavlovian reaction within her.

Gunfire. They had been shot at. And, as her heart felt like it was slipping into a yawning abyss, they had been hit.

“Alice!”

All other thoughts fled from Bryony’s mind as she swung round, scrabbling the few feet between her and her friend, blood blossoming from her leg and staining the earth red.

“Alice, can-“

The world froze as Bryony took hold of Alice, and she looked down, and saw her own death bloom, spreading from her left hand.
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There were people talking around Bryony, their voices muffled and far away, trapped behind the layer of ice that she must have become frozen in. Her gaze was solidified too, staring down at her hand, unable to look away or even blink. Her palm was coated in blood, the colour shockingly vibrant against her pale skin, droplets rolling down the side of her hand and falling to the ground, and beginning to trickle down her wrist.

She registered the pain, God knows she could barely feel anything but the brutal sting in her hand, but her body was refusing to react to it. Everything that film and video games and TV had taught her was that she was supposed to be writhing in agony now, grasping her wrist and screaming in pain.

Instead, she sat there, stunned, trembling in her frozen tomb.

She heard Alice’s muffled order to raise her hand, and, dumbstruck, she did so, with hesitant, jerky motions. She caught a glimpse of Alice’s leg, still coated in blood, and her brain rebooted itself momentarily. What was she doing here, sitting back and doing nothing? She needed to help Alice! She needed to help save her injured friend and-

She twisted her hand, and a bolt of pain shot through her arm, feeling like she’d just been shot again. Bryony let out a short cry of distress again. She was feeling lightheaded. She felt like she was going to be sick, but there was nothing in her stomach for that.

She could feel the familiar warmth of tears streaking down her cheeks, leaving marks behind to match the warm trails of blood flowing down her arm. Her mouth cracked open, and her voice spoke out, miles away from her body.

“Am I… Am I gonna be… okay?”
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“Home…”

Bryony softly mumbled the words. At least, she thought she did. She felt like she had opened her mouth, but everything in her vision was beginning to swim and everything she could hear was muted, like she’d left the world’s volume on low. Alice and Sandra had crowded around her to try and deal with her injury, and she dreamed a smile crossed her face.

Home. God, she wanted to be home so badly. She missed her house and her city and her school and her friends. She missed the smell of her room, all fresh paper and cinnamon candles, and she missed lying on her bed glued to her laptop, a sunbeam falling on her and the gentle breeze from her fan tousling her hair. She missed her parents, her dad’s corny jokes and how they never failed to make her laugh, and her mom’s gentle smile that lit up every corner of her face like a warm and inviting fireplace. She missed Jake, and she wished so badly now that she’d spent more time with him. She even missed Bethany and all of her – well, maybe she wouldn’t go that far.

She still would prefer having to deal with anything Bethany had to throw at her than spending another second on the island.

But it was all going to be all right. They were going to fix her hand and then patch up Alice’s leg and then they were gonna find Alba and everyone else on the island. And then after that they were gonna go home again. She wasn’t sure how. But they were gonna get back. Back home, where they belonged.

“Yeah… home sounds… good… right about now…”

A ghost of a smile flitted across Bryony’s face, before her whole body went limp and she blacked out.
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As the tumultuous storm of her two friends panicking raged on outside, inside the shell of Bryony Adams, everything was finally calm. Her mind was still somewhere in there, but it was wrapped in a dark fugue, floating and unknowing of all that was happening and all that had ever happened.

She didn’t dream, or at least if she did she was unaware of it. All the terrified thoughts and horrible knowledge that was stored inside of her retreated back into the darkness as she slumbered on. She stirred slightly in Sandra’s arms, nestling against the crook of her elbow, chest gently rising and falling to an unheard rhythm.

Maybe it would have been best for Bryony to have reached her inevitable end on the island there and then. She was finally at ease now, surrounded by two of her closest friends, and she would peacefully slip away without even knowing what had happened.

But her heart kept beating, and her mind refused to drift away, and she merely slumbered on in the shadow of the willow tree.
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There was something there. Something vague and formless, nearly indistinguishable from the clouds within Bryony’s head. It might have been something important. It might not have. It didn’t really matter, not right now. Nothing really did, not when nothing really existed.

Time passed, allegedly. The thing didn’t go away. It was still just as formless, but yet, somehow more prominent, more… forceful in its existence. It was impossible to ignore, even for someone drifting through nothingness. What was it? What on Earth could it be?

Oh. It was her mind. Hello, mind. She had missed it. Or, rather, it had missed her. It must have returned for a reason. What could that be, she un-wondered? It must have returned for a reason. There had to be something important it needed her to do, or something important that she needed it for.

Something important.

Something… important…



No. Not something. Someone.

She wasn’t floating alone, she wasn’t the only one in the garden. It was her, it was Alice, it was Sandra, it was them under the willow tree, in the dew coated grass, in the leaf-dappled light, it was the gunshots and muzzle flare and smoke, it was blood and bandages and

“Alice!”

Bryony bolted upright, heart pounding, scream ripped from her mouth, every breath was a gasp like it was her last, and she gazed around frantically, eyes like saucers.

“Alice, oh my God, Alice, we… we need to fix your leg! Lemme help, I can-“

Bryony was in the process of trying to clamber up, when the world started spinning and all the blood rushed to her head. She desperately attempted to carry on getting up, but any movement made her feel like the floor was about to vanish from underneath her and send her spiralling into the depths of the earth. She sat down hard, and waited for her vision to stop swimming. She could feel the pinpricks of a new wave of tears in the corners of her eyes, and she shakily looked between Alice and Sandra.

“What… what happened?” she asked, quiet as a mouse.
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Reality had returned with a vengeance, raging and clawing and overwhelming every one of Bryony’s senses. The pleasant drifting sensation, the feeling of floating through nothingness from moments ago, that was already a faded dream, replaced by a ceaseless assault on her already weakened state. Her head span, even with her eyes squeezed tightly shut, and she felt as though her insides had been drained and discarded elsewhere. The gentle garden breeze felt like a blizzard on every patch of exposed skin, and the sting from beneath her brand-new set of bandages served as a constant reminder of what had happened under the willow tree.

Most painful of all was the single thought that had returned to the forefront of her mind; the heady remembrance that there was no easy way to get off the island, no quick and magic way for her and Alice and Sandra and Alba and everybody else to leave the island alive. They were going to have to fight tooth and nail to do so, and people were still going to die, and no matter what, the odds would always, always be weighted in the terrorists’ favour.

The urge to just lie there, cradled in Sandra’s arms, and just give up and wait for the inevitable end, already so strong, was near-irresistible now. She could just wait there, in the peace and the shade, wait for one of the players to come along, wait for the churchyard to become a danger zone, wait for the world to end. It would be so easy. As easy as blinking.

But still that indomitable spirit within Bryony burned brightly. Maybe she truly did believe there was a way out of this nightmare, a way hidden by brambles and traps and heartache, but a way that the sheer force of her optimism would lead her down. Or maybe it was sheer stubbornness. Make she was just pushing forwards because it was all she had left to do; everyone around her was dead and dying, and she was helpless to do anything but keep on going.

Bryony didn’t really care which it was. It was keeping her alive. That was all that mattered.

She watched silently as Alice set to treating her own injury. It was hard to watch; there was so much blood, coating Alice’s leg and scattered on the ground, that she thought she might pass out again. Harder still was seeing her friend in pain. She wanted so badly to rush over to Alice and hold her tightly, as Sandra was doing right now, and never let her come to any harm ever again.

She doubted Alice would really appreciate that as she was wrapping a bandage around her own leg, however.

Instead, Bryony did her best to do as Alice and Sandra had requested of her, and relax. She tried her hardest to slow her breathing down, to decrease the fantastic pace of her heartbeat. Somehow, it was actually working. She’d just been shot, in the actual hand, with an actual bullet, and she was actually managing to calm down about the situation. She could hardly believe it, and she was the one doing it.

“Um… You’re… You’re okay, right, Sandra?” Bryony asked, voice still barely raised above a whisper. “That… that guy didn’t hit you, right? Whoever it was… Did, um, either of you see who it was that… um… shot, uh, us?”

Bryony looked down into her lap. She shuffled slightly in Sandra’s arms.

“I… I guess this just, um, solidifies that we need a weapon… that guy attacked us even though we weren’t a threat…”

There was a lump in her throat now.

“If we’re… If we’re gonna get attacked no matter what we do, even if we’re nothing but peaceful… I’d rather be able to defend myself… um, right?”
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Everything was moving again. Things were happening, decisions were being made, actions were being taken. There was still a pang of dismay inside of Bryony, that desire to lie underneath the willow tree forever and ever still ever present, but it was much, much better that they were actually doing something. With inaction and meandering around, they were still little more than cannon fodder. With movement and decisions, they were acting upon their plan. They were going to find a weapon. They were going to find something to defend themselves with.

And once they’d gotten that? Bryony had some inkling of an idea of what might happen afterwards. It might be too terrible to think about for too long. It might be the only logical thing for them to do. It might be the only option left in their disposal.

They’d see when the time came.

The only issue with things picking up speed was that Bryony was still feeling groggy and not all there, the blood loss and fainting still affecting her system. Sandra was unharmed, Alice had finished patching herself up, someone else had wandered into the garden, and before Bryony could finish gasping in surprise, Sandra was marching off.

“I’m… I’m coming! Just a second!”

Bryony scrambled up, resting her hand against the tree trunk for a second. She shot a look at the new girl. She didn’t seem to be armed. She didn’t seem to be planning anything malicious. She was just standing there, concern etched on her face. Bryony bit her lip, heart and brain waging war inside of her, fighting as to whether she should trust this girl or not.

Another second passed, and Sandra got further away, and so Bryony gave Candice a small smile, and nodded at her to follow them, and began to walk after Sandra.

No matter what, this island wasn’t going to get rid of who Bryony was so easily.

((Bryony Adams continued in 1ИS∅MИ1∀))
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