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IT'S NOT A PERSON WHO DIES, BUT WORLDS DIE INSIDE US; Day 9, Private
Topic Started: Jun 23 2017, 11:19 PM (407 Views)
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So here they were. People dying around them every day, lunatics running around shooting everything that moved, slowly running out of food and water and wondering if they'd ever see their families again. And Cass was just.

Fucking.

Drawing.

((Caedyn Miller Continued from Takao))

Caedyn knew this cabin. It's where she'd gone the last time she was running from Jasmine. It felt right to come back to it and try to clear her head after everything that had happened. She'd expected to find...not peace. Not anything like it. But something. A reminder that she'd been hear before, if in less concrete terms, and she'd make it through it again. Another spark to help her keep pushing through the sadness into the "hunt."

Well. She'd certainly found that, hadn't she? Caedyn saw Cass sitting there minding their sketchbook and something just snapped in her. The gun was leveled at their head before the first step, but it stayed their as she tromped across the floor. The sound of her cocking the trigger along with her footfalls was quickly lost under her voice.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Screeching with each fevered move forward.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

She'd never once screamed so loud, and that was saying something. Maybe it was her imagination, but the walls of the cabin seemed to shake like they might tumble in around them. The whole world was warping under her anger. All that stayed stable there in the center was Cass. Cass, and their fucking sketchbook.

They weren't allowed to pretend things were normal. They weren't allowed to be calm. They weren't allowed to be happy. She was putting her motherfucking foot down on that right now.
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The response was kinda stunning. Cass had never been much of a smartass, or a talker for that matter. Through the red veil, though, Caedyn couldn't see any other explanation for what they'd just said. "Living" wasn't a sharp answer with a gun to your head, with how quickly it could change. The only thing keeping her from pulling the trigger was a little bit of common sense that was still posted up in her corner. The thing was, maybe by now people had forgotten about Bridgette. Maybe even about Jeremy. There were bigger, scarier people out there right now, and maybe, just maybe, Cae could fly under the radar past them if she kept herself clean.

She wanted to kill Cass. She really, really wanted to. But it wasn't a choice that made sense right now. Cass was not, and would never be, a threat. They didn't have anything she wanted. They hadn't hurt anyone she gave a fuck about. It made the most sense to leave them to their bullshit and walk away. She couldn't let it end that simply, though. If Cass was just sitting here...drawing...in the middle of all this, and could give her that kind of smartass answer without missing a beat, they couldn't have been through much. How was that possible? In what way did it scan that this loser who should have slashed their fucking wrists and saved everybody else the effort on day one was having a nice old vacation on Murder Island? How was it fair to her? To Jasmine?

No. Cass had to pay a price and find out what was really up around here. Caedyn knew just how to extract it, too. The gun stayed pointed at Cass's head as she nodded down to the sketchbook. "Drop it. Drop it and kick it over to me."
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Caedyn's grip on the trigger tightened and she took a step closer.

"You put the sketchbook down or I shoot you. End of story."

She was not gonna be denied by Cass Prince, of all people. Next she might as well roll over for Brendan.
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"I know."

Her eyes never left Cass's. The gun didn't waver.

"You'd give me anything but that. It's the only thing that matters to you. That's why I'm gonna take it."

The Cassowary stalked forward just close enough to heighten her threat. Her stance was predatory, dangerous, terrifyingly focused. It'd give her a better shot and put more weight of presence on top of the seated Cass, like an actress stepping to center stage for the monologue.

"Dunno what I'm gonna do with it. Burn it. Throw it in the ocean. Wipe my ass with it. But I'm gonna take it. Figure out if you're gonna keep 'existing.'" Caedyn did nothing to hold back the venom on her last word. Her disgust with them was practically celebrated in it.
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She watched as each page flipped by, never looking at a one of them. Her eyes were only for Cass and their hands. The only one of them that would live forever, apparently.

Flip, flip, flip.

There was a lot to cover, and she allowed every page of it to pass. She didn't say a word. Didn't move beyond keeping her gun on them. Didn't seem to respond in any visible way to what they were doing.

Flip, flip, flip.

The sound stopped. Cass had flashed every scrap of art they had to the adoring audience at home, and they seemed satisfied. When it was all over, Caedyn gave them a wide grin.

"That's a really cute theory, Cass. Let's test it, okay?""

Bang.
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((Skipping to Exit Danger Zone))

Left alone in the same house, sitting on the same chair. Back in the same living room. Nothing had changed since Cass died. No more vaguely satisfied and familiar faces, no voices pleading immortality in the face of the inevitable.

Nothing but silence and time, until the sound of sketch scratching against paper finally stopped. Caedyn eyed the corpse across from where she'd moved the chair, blood still congealing where they lay.

Cass would be her last portrait. Caedyn had never thought to draw here; no materials, and she didn't like working on paper most of the time anyway. But of course, the self-righteous little cunt had wanted to live forever, and had made their plan to get there very, very clear. It was the least she could do to respect their dying wish and make sure they remained immortal in their work.

So Caedyn stared at the body for a long, long time. She didn't doodle like she usually did. She didn't experiment. Her strokes were slow, deliberate, and completely cold. Calling what she was doing "art" would be a stretch. This wasn't a drawing. It was a message. She didn't know who it was supposed to be for, just that the rage burning in her kept pushing for her to finish it.

She began to craft the picture in her mind. Cass's hair looked messy there against the hard wooden floor. That certainty that had held them in place in front of the camera was gone as far as Caedyn was concerned. Their form was frail. Weak. Useless. Blood stained everything it could find to touch around them as a permanent reminder of how their little act of rebellion had played out for them. And their face. That expression was...

No. She couldn't capture it. Not on the page, not even in her own words. There was something deeply, deeply satisfying about the dead-eyed expression on their face that transcended its physical make-up. That was more important than any other detail about it.

A smirk spread across her face while she rose and walked towards the camera. She raised the sketch high until she was certain it would engulf the len's entire view, just for a moment. Then without warning she spun and frisbeed the entire book backwards towards Cass's body. As she heard the splat of it making contact with their pooled blood, she turned around with that shit eating grin on her face. Her voice came out just above a low whisper.

"They wanted you to remember that. All of it. So soak it the fuck in, ladies and gentlemen."

Melodramatic. A bit over the top. Crazy. It was a fucking crazy thing to do. She looked like a fucking crazy person.

Caedyn didn't care anymore.

Nobody got to walk away from this happy if she didn't.

Not Cass.

Not their friends back home.

Not their family.

Nobody. She'd make goddamn sure of that.

((Caedyn Miller Concluded In The Ten Duel Commandments))
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