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Topic Started: Jun 20 2017, 01:37 AM (689 Views)
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(Keith Bauer continued from The Waste)

Keith had left the chapel behind and headed back to the asylum and he was just so chilled. It was May and he was freezing. Where the fuck had those bastards taken them? As much as he occasionally complained back in Kingman, he would much rather be dealing with the early summer heat of Arizona than this bullshit.

Of course, there were probably a few other reasons for that.

He wasn't really sure why he had gone back to the asylum. Sure, it was the nearest shelter besides the chapel, where he also didn't want to stay. At the same time though, he'd spent most of his time on the island in or around the asylum, and it felt like all he could remember when walking through its hallways were the people he'd spent his time there with, both the dead and those that had just left him.

Maybe at some point he'd head over to the western part of the island. He hadn't been there, and he wouldn't be thinking about how Joshua was dead in the library he had just passed.

His fingers rested on the door to a room. He didn't know whether it was smart to open it or not. Some killers might think it would be smart to just hide behind doors and stab people when they opened up.

He opened it anyway and no one stabbed him.

It was dark.

He sighed and turned on his almost used up flashlight, not knowing whether to expect carnage or just some classmates watching him uncomfortably.
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He tensed up.

Someone else was inside. Part of him wanted to just turn around and leave. But being alone would put him at higher risk of getting attacked by people like Brendan or Fiyori, assuming whoever was inside was fine with him and wasn't a murderer. That seemed unlikely, how many of them left weren't killers?

"It's Keith."

Would whoever was inside be glad it was Keith? He hadn't killed anyone, but at the end of the day, well, he was still Keith, and Ty and Fiyori had taught him that people didn't always want to be around Keith.

He slowly turned so the beam of light moved closer to the voice.

"Who are you?"

He kept his feet still. No point in getting closer to a possible murderer, even if he couldn't remember any remaining big killers that were girls being left, besides Kimiko, and it obviously wasn't her.
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His flashlight continued moving while she mused about who he was.

"Uh yeah," he responded lamely to the question of if he programmed. He was that Keith, not that there were other Keith's wandering around.

And shit. Emma. Emma Luz. One of Lizzie's cousins or something. There were a ton of them in Kingman, but Keith was pretty sure they were all related. He wanted to run off then. He didn't need the awkwardness of meeting a family member of someone who had run off and died on him.

And Emma sounded so off.

His flashlight found her before he spoke up.

"Uh, do you mind if I, y'know, stick around here for a bit?"

He waited for an answer before he'd consider moving forward, there was no telling if she was both off and armed.
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Of course.

None of them wanted to take chances. Not taking chances could be the reason that Keith was still alive. Or maybe it was just dumb luck. In the end it didn't really matter. He didn't have any way to prove how he had stayed alive this long, and never would unless he managed to survive this whole ordeal. Which didn't seem likely, so why was he avoiding taking chances again?

He wasn't sure.

"I'm uh, unarmed," he concluded lamely. Maybe he should have lied. Emma sounded off. What if she was just checking to see if he could fight back?

He would have to take that chance he supposed.

"Unfortunately."

If he was armed he wouldn't have had to ask about anything.
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The pauses between her saying she didn't know felt like an eternity. He didn't like being up for scrutiny as someone who was trustworthy enough or good enough or whatever else to stay around.

He didn't mind being asked to step forward. However, was she expecting him to have a bazooka in his other hand? She should have damn well knew what Keith looked like, they'd only gone to school together for, well, long enough.

But he didn't want to wander the island alone and afraid for awhile.

He took a couple longer strides into the room. The light was dim that it was possible she wouldn't see him that well at this point.

He could have turned the flashlight up so she could see him better, but he needed to be able to see what he was getting into.

"Was that helpful?"

He knew he sounded impatient and frustrated, but given the circumstances, who could blame him.
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Keith moved the flashlight closer to her. Was she holding something? She could have a weapon, and while the announcements indicated that if she did she probably hadn't used it, you never could tell. Every killer on the island had killed someone for the first time once. He breathed and out during the pauses in their conversation.

Why the cafeteria? He didn't know. He just wandered. He didn't want to be where Fiyori could find him again, but the cafeteria itself? He didn't really have a reason. No one was expecting him elsewhere, so he just kept moving.

He shrugged.

"Don't have anywhere else to be."

It probably wasn't a good answer. Having no reason for something didn't make people trust you, but he didn't really have a reason to be there. Part of him wanted to take off on Emma, but Lizzie had been kind to him.

He had to try with her.
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Emma was closer now. He could make out that she had something in her hands. A sword maybe? It definitely could be. Joshua had been killed with a sword.

Anyone else? Of course he'd seen other people. You'd have to be either incredibly lucky or unlucky to not have seen anyone at this point. He wasn't sure which would be worse. No people meant no Nancy's or Isabel's, but it also meant not meeting anyone decent like Lizzie or Ty.

He thought Emma was staring at him. It almost made him think she could read his mind and know he had thought about Lizzie.

Seen Alessio? Hell no, and that was a good thing.

"I don't hang out with murderers," he responded defensively. Why would she think he was with that guy. It was ridiculous. The only murderer he'd spoken with was Fiyori and luckily he'd gotten that over and done with quickly.
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He sighed.

"I haven't seen him, thank fuckin' Jesus."

That guy had killed, what, half a dozen people?

Keith probably wouldn't have turned out very well if he had run into him. But why was Emma so damn obsessed with him anyway? Did he kill someone she cared about? One of the other Luz's

"I saw Fiyori earlier, but before that it'd been a while since I'd been with anyone." Ty had fucking left, and Lizzie had died on him. He should have done better to stop her from leaving, especially with the state Ty was in.. Then Isabel couldn't have done what she did. But luckily she was dead now too.

And Lizzie's cousin was right in front of him.

"I uh, I'm sorry for what happened with Lizzie," he blurted out.

Nailed it.
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Fuck. How would he explain this?

She had snapped at him. It wasn't what he was expecting. He had said he was sorry for what happened, but it obviously wasn't his fault. Isabel had done what she had done since arriving on the island, and Keith didn't have anything to do with that. But maybe Emma thought that he did.

He could feel his face flushing in frustration.

"I...I didn't," he stammered out.

He didn't get there in time. But she had run off, so he hadn't done anything especially heinous.

It was all shit regardless.
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His eyes were focused on the sword. Swords could kill. Emma could kill him right now, just like Jasmine could have killed him a week ago. Everything was just repeating over and over. The library wasn't far at all, but he wasn't going to just drop to the ground and beg this time around. If he could just get himself together he could explain everything to Emma.

He took a step back.

How was he supposed to know she'd run off when he wasn't looking?

His head ached.

"I didn't- she surprised me." He waved his arms for emphasis, trying to say the things his mouth wasn't able to.

He felt sweat dampening his shirt.

The words weren't coming out right and Emma had the sword. He had to get through to her. The sword wasn't help anything.

His arm shot out towards her wrist. Getting rid of the sword would defuse the situation. It had to.
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Something had gone wrong. He wasn't able to process if he had misjudged where Emma was or if he had just moved too slowly. What he was aware of was the sudden pain and the vague awareness in his ears of a wet squishing sound. He could feel his throat and jaw clenching in response to the pain, but he couldn't hear if he was making any sounds.

Emma had cut him open. She wasn't like Lizzie at all even if they were family.

He barely felt when his knees hit the ground. The pain was meaningless compared to the feeling in his guts. He had to get up, but if he did Emma would probably just finish him off. His wound couldn't be that bad. He just needed to keep alert for a bit.

He turned his head to try and see if she was still close and ready to attack.

It was dark. He'd dropped the flashlight.

He groaned.
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He heard her say something but couldn't make out what. It was hard to focus on much externally besides the pain. A long moment passed. No further blows came.

His first move was slow and tentative. Keith's arms slowly pushed him halfway up, before his knees came forward so he could try to stand. It was sticky on the floor beneath him. He didn't want to think about why.

With a louder groan of pain he got to his feet and he wanted to just lie down again, but he had to go before Emma decided to attack again.

With every step causing a shock of pain through his whole body he limped out of the room.

His face was wet. He didn't know why.

(Keith Bauer continued in Staredown)
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