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This Is The End Of His Story
Topic Started: Jun 5 2017, 06:30 AM (832 Views)
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(( Jonathan Gulley continued from The Ones You Trust))

Jon, hadn't really slept at all again. He promised Brendan he'd stay and guard for the night. He may have dozed off while he was out there, but he wouldn't have known, if he did dream, he was dreaming about guarding the doors. Jon wondered if it was him sleeping with his eye open. Either way, earlier in the morning he decided to go to bed himself, nobody was coming in the night, so he was certain nobody would be coming around the time everyone was still waking up.

Jon was back at the Desert Plains Skate Park. He was just finishing up at the half pipe, rolling along the sidewalk towards a nearby bench to take a break. It was a nice day, not too many clouds, just another weekend, school wouldn't start until tomorrow. Jon sat down, his foot sliding the board back and forth. He stared at it, the thoughts of what he was going to do after school was over filled his head. It was kind of scary to be honest, he had no idea what he really wanted to do, hell, he wasn't sure if anyone at Cochise knew what they wanted. Jon was relieved to hear a familiar voice call out to him in the distance. Then a second one.


"Ayyyyy! Ey, Jon!"

Jon looked up and saw Michael and Darius walking up towards him. Michael spoke up first. "Ey, it aight if we sit here with you?"

Jon replied; "I don't really see why not... How's things been with you guys?"

Darius spoke up, grinning. "Well, everything was going fine until Brendan decided to mess everything up." Jon stared at Darius for a moment, wondering what Brendan of all people could have managed.

"You know what he did?"

Jon just had to ask. This was going to be interesting. "Yeah?"

Michael interrupted Darius before he could speak; "That motherfucker forgot to say hi!" Darius only replied with a little nod and a 'mhm'. "We were all friendly to him and everything, and he tried to ignore us." "Yeah, what a douchebag!" "Michael set him straight though-"

Jon stopped at the last line, looking towards Michael disapprovingly. "You didn't... hurt him did you?"

"Woah, woah, naah, naah man, I just spooked the guy a little. Was honestly bustin' his balls, man!"

"Alright." Jon shook his head disapprovingly. He didn't get the dumb shit Michael did. The macho bullcrap didn't really impress anyone.

Michael seemed to have gotten the hint that he may have gotten a little on Jon's bad side. He changed the subject. "So uhh, I gotta few quarters in my pocket, anyone want anything from the vending machine over there?" Jon was feeling kind of thirsty, to be honest. "Yeah, I'll take a coke or something." Darius requested some Lays. Michael had almost taken offense to that based on the way he spoke. "Lays!? Motherfucker you got all the options of the fuckin' snack kingdom, and you pick Lays? Man, the fuck's wrong with you..."

He still walked off to go get them however. That left Jon and Darius to talk about things. "So... outside of that, anything else happen?" "Naah, not really, we laughed at a fat kid trying to skate, and talked about Junko's party." Jon shook his head. "I'm surprised you even remembered it, you were hammered!" "Well, I didn't! I just remembered it sucked... Anyways, the main thing about it we were talking about was... weeelll..." Darius looked back between Jon and Michael. "Well, the abridged story is he's hoping to get back together with you." Jon nodded, looking at the ground, there was a grin forming on his face. "Oh..."

"The unabridged story however...." Darius said that louder than normal, as if he was intentionally trying to get Michael's attention. Michael barked back; "Ay! No!" Darius moved his hands through his own hair, pulling his bangs over his eye, then grabbing the sides of his hair, pointing it upwards. He'd then raise his eyebrows and squint, curling his lips into a weird smirk scowl combo. With the effort he was going into to mimic Mike, Jon knew this was going to be good.

Darius started, doing a pretty good impersonation of Michael's accent. "Aaaanyways!" "No! Stop you fuck!" "I kinda felt like shit about bailing on Jon like that, I mean, I fuckin' love him right?" "Darius, you cut that shit out right now!" "I mean, I was hoping, y'know, that we'd get back together or something..." "I will beat your motherfuckin' ass if you say what I think you're gonna-" "Like maybe, I could take him to the theater again, or Vacanti's or somethin'." "Dee! Seriously man!" " I don't know man, I just wanna be with him, hell call me weird, but..." "Dee no!" "I kinda wanna lick his scaaaaaar!" Jon felt himself blush at the last line.

Jon started giggling as Michael had reappeared from practically nowhere, throttling Darius with a headlock. Darius gagged through Michael's arm, jokingly trying to warn him. "He-ack- wants to lick your face scar Jon! Don't let him-urk- do it! That's one of the two ways he -uwak- sucks out your soul! I can't say the other way for the sake of any chi-hnng-ldren listening!"

"You fuckin' cock-snot, I should beat your ass with your own crusty body pillow you fuckin' snitch! Gaaah!" Michael turned away from the two, moving his heads through his hair. "Damnit Dee, that's the last time I'm tellin' you shit!" He calmed down almost instantly after. "Damn, man..." He turned around, handing Jon his drink, deliberately avoiding eye contact, his face bright red. When he went over to give Darius his chips, he slapped his hands together and popped the bag over Darius' head, getting crumbs all over him. "There's your fuckin' chips, fatboy." He walked back around, popping the tab open on the sprite he got for himself. He'd only gotten two gulps from it before Darius lurched up and pushed the can up, causing a portion of it to spill out on Mike. "Ah you fuck! Damn!"

Jon wasn't worried of an altercation happening between the two, they did this shit all the time. Even so, he was still more focused on what Michael had said, barring the last... uhhhh, yeah. That part. Michael sat by Jon, trying to wipe the Sprite from his biker's jacket. "Anyways... since I don't really got a choice, now... Yeah. I was... I was kind of hoping to talk to you about that. Well, not all of it, well, maybe that other part too, I don't know, like, maybe not, unless, like, y'know, you're into that sort of thing or anything."

Jon shook his head smiling. God he's such a damn dork. "Yeah... We can get back together, I told you that back at the party, remember?" Michael stared down at the ground, a mixture of relief and embarrassment glued to his face. "But... You're gonna have to work on you're attitude if you want to lick me." Jon's grin turned more smug. The predator had become the prey for once, and to be honest, it was pretty funny. "You can lick my scar all you want if you quit being a dick to people."

Darius roared in laughter behind Jon. Jon decided to play for double points that day. "Except him, do what you want with Darius." Michael was standing up now, and Darius quit laughing. Michael sat back down again, laughing a bit himself. He was about to say something else before an intercom interrupted them.

The voice sounded familiar, marking off names from Cochise. Jon heard Jaime, and Brendan, before Darius spoke up. "Anyways Jon, what's the deal with you and Brendan anyways? Why are you all buddy buddy with him even though he got us killed?"

Jon turned his head and couldn't believe what he was looking at. Half of Darius' face was missing, and he was still there, talking like nothing happened. "We could've got a good plan going if he didn't puss out and kill Jerry like that. Then you trusted him again, and where'd that get you? Hell, he couldn't even kill you when you asked for it, and he made you a murderer, what's with you Jon? Why are you hanging with him?"

"Ey, Dee... Shut the fuck up man. I got myself killed, and you got your dumbass killed too, man."

Jon turned back around, and saw that Michael was similarly mangled. His mouth was ripped open, and there was a large gash in the side of his throat.

"Brendan fucked up with what he did to Jerry, but at least he tried to stay with Jon, that's more than what you or I did."

"Yeah, but you wouldn't have went all gung-ho murderboner of justice if it weren't for what happened to Jerry, and I wouldn't have gotten split up from the group if Brendan didn't fuck up so bad."

"Yo, newsflash, I was already helping him try to kill someone, remember?"

"Still, if Jon's gonna hang out with Brendan like that, then I guess he's still responsible for what happened to me. If he really cared about you, he'd try to avenge you."

"Dee, he fucking did. He nearly gotten killed for it, twice!"

"Well, he shoulda' gone all the way if he wanted to see you again!"

Jon couldn't take it anymore, he got up and ran away. Behind him, he heard the two still arguing.

"Dee, you fucking idiot, you see what you did?!"

"What? He can't face the facts?"

"Man, fuck you... Jon! Jon wait up!"

Jon ran behind the half pipe. He buried his hands in his face, sobbing. They were still dead, and nothing could change it. He'd never see them again as they once were, they'd never have a chance to grow up, to live. They were all doomed.

Footsteps turned the corner. Jon felt arms wrap around him. Jon sobbed harder.

"Jon... It's okay. It's okay, it's not your fault... Jon, look at me. Look at me..."

Jon's eyes moved up. He was afraid of what he'd see.

Michael wasn't mangled anymore. He looked as he had before he was on the island.

"Jon... I'm sorry I can't be here for you, but... you're strong Jon. After everything that's happened, you've tried to do the right thing again. You've tried to change yourself for the better. Fuck it, if you can give Brendan another chance, you should at least give yourself one."

"But, we're all gonna be dead anyways. I don't want to make it to the end, I don't want to be the only one who goes home... There's nothing left for me."

"Maybe, yeah. But then again, there could be someone who has something left. Someone who hasn't hurt so many people to make it to the end. You could help them... Or... Maybe you could... try and make sure this never fuckin' happens again... I don't know... Listen Jon... Just because you think you're destined to die, doesn't mean you're destined to die a bad person. Something's been keeping you alive. Just... shit man, just try to hold out for just a bit longer. You've got all the time in the world to see us again. There's so much you could still do, and I'd hate to see you throw it away, Jon."

There was a feint knocking in the distance.

"Don't leave me..."

"Jon... I promise you, I won't."

Jon's eye opened. He was back on the island. His head still throbbed. He was still alone.

"H....Hey, Jon? C-Can we talk...?"

Wait, no... He wasn't alone. Not anymore at least. Jon took a moment to think about the dream he had. He saw what could be considered normalcy taken away from him again and again. The second part was right though. Michael was right. He had some sort of purpose, and he had to make the best of things. It wasn't going to be good ever again for him, but he could at least make it better for someone else.

"Y-yeah... Come in."

He had all the time in the world after all.
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Jon sat up as Brendan stayed outside, talking to each other. He rubbed his eye, shuddering for a moment as he tried to process what he just woke up from.

He didn't quite understand it. It started out fine, then turned into a nightmare, like what seemed to be the norm at this point. It changed at the end though, something was different, and Jon didn't feel scared. He didn't feel alone. Despite the disturbing visions, they didn't necessarily seem horrifying.

Things were looking up at least. They weren't good by any means, but Jon could come to terms with the fact they weren't. There's no point in being miserable anymore, since it doesn't really help anyone. The best he could do was tough it out until he really knew what the plan was from there...

As they both talked outside, Brendan mentioned trying to fix things. It's... well it's a bit late for that, but there's no point in not trying, so why not?

Jon stared at the floor for a moment, before looking at the two.

"So... disregarding the obvious, are you guys doing okay?"
Edited by ToxieTheToxicAvenger, Jun 8 2017, 03:28 PM.
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Jon didn't get time to adjust before he heard Brendan scream. Everything was a blur, and Jon had found his body was acting in auto pilot again. He had grabbed Amanda's rifle and opened the door, even before Alba called to him to help Brendan.

He didn't have much time once he got outside. A bolt flew past him and Alba. Jon looked at the direction it came from and saw Min Jae Parker, quickly taking cover.

Jon ducked down and grabbed Brendan by the shoulder, dragging him inside the room.

He finally got a glance at where Brendan was hit, Jon's eye widened, and he moved his hands through his own hair.

"Oh shit, oh shit..."

He knelt back down, trying to get Brendan's attention.

"Listen, you're gonna be fine... w-we just need Alba's help o-or, something! We'll fix you!"

Jon wasn't sure if Brendan could even believe him.
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"Y-yeah... It'll be alright. It'll be alright..."

Jon's breathing slowed as he realized how inevitable this was. A shot to the gut wasn't good... Even if they could stop him from dying now, it was only a matter of a few days before the inevitable happened. Jon could have guessed that Brendan knew it too...

Rationality hit Jon, and at that point he knew it was over, there wasn't anything he could do. His hands twitched as he looked at him, Jon knew Brendan had to be in a lot of pain, he contemplated if he should help him just... get it over with.

He looked at the rifle, the one he planned to use on Brendan days before, the one he took from Amanda, used on Amanda. He couldn't bring himself to do it now, even though it'd make things easier for them all.

"Fuck, Brendan, just stay with us, okay? Just... just stay a little bit longer."

It was only a minute after waking up, and Jon felt as helpless as he did leaving the bell tower.
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Jon watched as Brendan practically withered away. This wasn't like Barry, or Darius, or Michael. It didn't happen just conveniently out of view. It was happening right in front of Jon, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Jon should have never followed them. He shouldn't have listened to Brendan, he wished he still didn't know that Brendan didn't mean it. He wished he was still hating him, even though Brendan had done nothing to deserve it.

Jon had spent so long alone he forgot what it felt like to hurt, what pain really was. All this emptiness was filled with something else, and Jon couldn't take it. Even worse, Brendan told them not to go after Jae, that it wasn't his fault.

Jon's eye teared up. Why? Why, why, why, why, why? Brendan hadn't deserved anything that had happened to him on this island, no one did really, but he was hurt the worst out of everyone. It was Jon's fault too. Jon was one of his worst enemies, even though Brendan had only wanted a friend.

He grabbed Brendan's hand, just so even if he couldn't see them, he'd know they were still there.

"It's okay, Brendan... It's okay. J-just... let it happen. It's over, okay? Y-you don't have to be afraid anymore. We're with you... We won't leave you."

Despite everything though, Jon realized that Brendan was the lucky one. He wouldn't have to see what comes next. He wouldn't have to watch Alba grieve, he wouldn't have to watch the rest of his classmates and friends kill each other... He wouldn't have to watch what Jon had planned for Min Jae...

If there was anything Jon could take solace in for Brendan, it was the fact that Brendan wouldn't hurt anymore. The game was over for him. For everyone who died, they didn't have to worry anymore. They'd stay young forever, they wouldn't be afraid, or alone, or in pain any longer. Jon had one last thing he wanted to say to Brendan.

"Brendan... when you see the others, tell them... Tell them I'll see them soon, okay?"
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Jon stared ahead as Brendan finally left them. Again Jon was useless... Again Jon watched another friend die.

He couldn't help Brendan, and he couldn't help Alba... At the very least, Brendan went out peacefully, or as peacefully as one could leave this damn island. Jon couldn't say the same about many of the others, and he definitely couldn't say the same about Min Jae. Even if Brendan could forgive him, Jon couldn't. Jon knew how hypocritical he was, just days earlier he tried to kill him... He'd lost his mind, gone paranoid, became empty.

But then he wandered aimlessly. He had no goals, he was grasping at straws for some sort of purpose. He couldn't kill Alex, so he took the blame on Brendan. He killed Amanda over it, even though she had done nothing wrong. Could he go back to that? Just slightly more intelligent than a blood thirsty animal?

Jon lowered Brendan's hand, and reached in his bag. He pulled out his own tape recorder.

Could he do it? What purpose would it bring?

What purpose would it be to stay here though? None. What chance did he have to pretend he could make a difference the right way? None. What chance did he have of living beyond this? None.

Jon pressed the button on the recorder.

"He's right, you know."

He laid the recorder back in Brendan's hand, standing up.

He unzipped Michael's jacket, taking it off and wrapping it around Alba's shoulders. Jon knew Alba didn't deserve to watch her closest friend die in front of her like that. He knew there was nothing he could do to help her, not now.

"I... I'm sorry Alba."

He stood over Brendan, looking down towards his corpse.

He knew it was his fault for what happened to Brendan. If they hadn't promised to meet up, Brendan wouldn't have gone to check on him. Min Jae would never get the drop on him. He'd still be alive if it wasn't for him. Jon knew he didn't deserve an ounce of kindness Brendan gave him.

He could at least return some of it.

Jon unzipped Brendan's hoodie, and gave it back to him, kneeling down, he used the jacket to cover Brendan's face.

Once again, alone with no shirt, Jon walked outside the room, staring blankly down the hall at where Min Jae ran.

He pulled up the mangled, blood stained Nixon mask, and stared into it's eyes.

He turned back to look at the room...

Should he really do this?
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Alba was staring at him now. Jon knew she wanted to know what he was planning. There was no stepping around it, the only thing he could do was be blunt about it.

"We can't let him get away."

Jon looked away, back down the hall again, before turning back to face Alba.

"He's... He's just going to do it again. There's..."

Jon wasn't sure what to say really. He just froze in place, looking at the ground.
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"I can..."

Jon stared at the ground... He remembered that he killed someone, that Alba also killed someone.

He could tell she didn't want to, and he could understand that. Alba was still a good person, and despite his previous thoughts, they still existed somewhere on this island, it's just that the bad ones outnumber them. Maybe Jon could help with that a little bit.

"I... I was never good at helping people. I failed with Barry, I failed with Darius, and Michael... I failed with you and Brendan. I should have never promised that I'd come up with some stupid escape plan, it was a promise I couldn't keep. All I do is hurt people..."

He looked back up to Alba's eyes.

"You know what happened to Amanda? She saved my life, and how did I repay her?"

There were still tear stains in his cheek from what happened to Brendan, but Jon wasn't crying anymore.

"I shot her three times in the back, then two more in the head when she hit the ground, with her own gun. It was supposed to be Brendan. T-that's what happens to people who are supposed to be my friends... I don't know what I'm going to do to Jae, but once I put this mask on, I'm not going back..."

He looked in the mask's eye sockets one more time.

"I... I don't know why I told you that, but... I had to get it off my chest, I probably won't see you again after this. I'm... I'm thankful for the kindness you've both given me, but I never deserved it. I never deserved any kindness. Barry should have left me in the cell to starve, it would have been better for everyone."

The tears came back.

"C-can you promise me something?"
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Jon had to think about it, actually. He'd hurt too many people, and now he was going out there to do it again. Sure, the one he was going after would deserve it, but what about the others? Someone in the wrong time and place getting between him and Jae? Jon knew this wasn't like before, he wouldn't just stop just because someone else got killed. He knew he would hunt Jae to each end of the island to kill him, and to kill anyone who tried to stop him. Good people, people like Alba might get killed.

"Just promise me, if I go to far, that you'll stop me."

Jon took the time to look Alba in the eyes one last time.

"I hope if we see each other again, that I'm still me."

Jon turned around and looked down the hallway. Jae couldn't have gone far.

"Goodbye, Alba."

When Jon put the mask back on, he realized that Min Jae couldn't have gone far enough to get away from him.

((Jonathan Gulley continued elsewhere.))
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