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Summertree; What day is it? She's tired.
Topic Started: Jun 25 2017, 10:49 AM (261 Views)
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(( Jonathan Gulley continued from Waiting for The End ))

By the time they made it to the chapel, Jon knew what was going to happen to Coleen. There was nothing he could do for her now, though if he acted quicker, he could have saved her. She wouldn't have had to die.

At least he could choose to not let her die alone. Alessio was done for, so that meant it wasn't all for nothing.

Jon watched Coleen lie down, before he decided to sit down by her.

Coleen started talking about a play, Summertree, and how a guy peeled the skin off his hand or something. It sounded pretty morbid, but all it reminded him of was that one shitty B-movie him and Darius watched one time about a bed that had acid in it or something. There was a scene where a guy stabbed the bed and all that remained of his hands were little skeleton hands. All Jon could think about was that guy's deadpan reaction. Jon didn't mention the film out of respect.

"No... No I haven't seen it. It sounds crazy though."

He realized what Coleen was talking about when she brought her hands to her face. He never realized it, but she had her hair tied back, she used to cover her face. He got what she meant.

He looked away for a moment, staring at his own reflection in a nearby window. When he looked back, Coleen was unconscious. Jon knew she wouldn't wake back up.

Jon didn't really know Coleen too well, and he had no idea what type of pain she had been through on this island. He didn't know how many friends she saw die, or how many people she tried to save. He knew almost nothing about her.

From what little he saw, he knew one thing. Coleen was strong, and she wasn't scared. She fought back, she won. She deserved her rest.

Jon... wasn't like her. He was a coward, always hesitating, never deciding... He went after all the wrong people, and made all the wrong mistakes. No wonder he hid behind a mask... Everything that has happened to him, he deserved it, and for that, he didn't deserve his rest.

He wasn't done yet. Min Jae was still alive, and Jon had to fix that. He would only get one more warning before Jon would attack... Once he's done with him, then he'll come back and find Alba, maybe they could make it to the end. Maybe Alba will win...

Jon walked to the reflection in the window, looking at his bandaged face. He didn't need the mask anymore... He didn't need these bandages anymore. He had to be strong, he had to master not just his fear, but the fear of countless others. Some things were scarier than masks, anyways.

He peeled away the bandages, and looked at the result. There was no eye to speak of anymore, the simple 'graze' had forced it out of his skull when it hit. It had hit just outside the edge of his eyelid, and inch forward and it would have missed, and inch backwards, and he wouldn't be here.

It was kind of funny to look at himself now. Shirtless, scarred, cut, bruised, missing an eye and some of the socket... He couldn't recognize himself. It was like the unmasking scene of Friday the 13th or something. When Jason finally showed his face, you knew you were close to the end. Jon guessed he was close to his end as well. Everyone was really.

He only had his machete on him, he left everything else back at the cove. He would probably need it all at this point, he couldn't wait anymore. He had failed everyone else, he couldn't do it anymore. Now more than ever he needed to do something.

No more masks. He wasn't The Shape, he was just Jon. Everything he would do from this point on would be him, it would be his responsibility.

((Jonathan Gulley continued elsewhere.))
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