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Topic Started: Jul 1 2010, 09:08 PM (1,958 Views)
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“Girl, nice work on the farm today. I’m very proud of you.”

Her father said those exact words. She was finishing up outside the day before. It was late, the sun was going down and the little worker on the farm was tired. The girl, almost on the verge of her eighteenth birtday, had just brought the tractor into the barn and was about to finish up when her father came into the barn and spoke to her. It had caught her by surprise, not only because she didn’t know that her father was there, but because he never complimented her before. He looked at her and told her that he was proud of her.

Iris Landon felt her face brighten from the compliment. Her father was… complimenting her? He was complimenting her! Iris had done good! This filled her with so much pride that she felt ready to burst from excitement! Daddy was a nice man, very hardworking but he never complimented her. He never told her that he was proud of her.

“T-Thanks Daddy…” she said nervously, prodding her fingers together.

“Go on inside,” He said, smiling. His mustache covered most of the lower features of his face, but Iris knew he was smiling. “I’ll finish up out here.”

He had never done that either! That was… so exciting! She kissed Daddy on the cheek and ran off back to her little house.

And Iris went to bed thinking about how she made Dad proud, and how the next day she would finally finish the workload. And she thought, “Yes, momma would be proud,”. And then she would lay down in her bed, looking up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to make the stress go away. And she would wake up the next morning, as wide as a daisy and go back to work. And that would be that. No. Nothing terrible would ever happen to her. She wouldn’t wake up in a prison cell with a big hole in her arm with a splitting headache, tears in her eyes and without a clue of where she was. She’d see her dad again. He’d be there. None of this would be happening.

No.

No. NO. NONONONONONONONO! And she kept saying no as she fell to the tile floor as her hands pressed against her already blackened eyes. She screamed no, over and over, each time making the heat she felt inside her chest grow, spreading through her whole body and scortching every cell like a forest fire, scarring, making her that much more crazed with grief. Grief for herself, for her own life. The heat she felt in her chest was hurting every single part of her, her tears rushing out across her face. Iris felt like she was dead and she had only just woken up.

Iris cried like a baby right there in the church. Iris was a gentle flower but it was never like her to cry. Crying was for babies, her father always told her, so git those tears out ‘yur eyes and git to work. She could hear his voice, thickly-accented and hoarse, telling her to get up and stop crying but Iris wasn’t having any of that. Her Dad wasn’t gonna help her out of this one, no matter what he did. It was all useless! All useless! And that was when she remembered her late mom, god rest her soul.

She reached for her locket. Her locket! Oh jesus, did they leave it in there? It wasn’t around her neck! She checked her neck. Her pocket? NO! It wasn’t in there! Oh god! Did she lose it? Wait! No! The bag! She threw the dufflebag against the floor and zipped it open quickly. She shuffled through all the stuff lodged in there, throwing stuff out left and right until she saw the…

Gun placed in there. Her heart sank.

She took the gun out, staring at it like a foreign object. She had never seen a gun, much less held one in her hands. It felt cold, lifeless in her hands. She ran her finger along the tip, her face contorting to an almost sick expression. They were serious weren’t they? She was going to die wasn’t she? She dropped the gun on the tile floor and dug through the bag, finding the combat knife that she was also given. Iris almost swallowed her tongue. She had used knives before… once on a deer. On a hunting trip with her father. He had pressured her to do it, like he did everything else, but Iris knew he wouldn’t let anything hurt her. He had told her to gut the deer. She didn’t want to, but of course, she didn’t want to go hunting at all so it wasn’t like she was going to tell him no. So she did.

Iris had always thought humans were animals too, animals who had just lost their way. Would… gutting a human be like… No. She couldn’t think like that. She wasn’t like that! No! She threw the knife to the floor as well and reached back in.

Her locket was at the bottom of the bag.

They had left it for her. To give her some semblance of hope? To mock her? Both? Probably. All the same, the hope and shame both filled her heart and the tears started to well up. They left the locket. The locket from her mom. She opened it up. The frame had long ago cracked, just a little crack, like a signature. Iris stared at the small picture of her mother, with that faint smile she vaguely remembered her having. All of the memories, all of the things that her mother had taught her flooded her mind. It filled her with the calm that she seeked. Iris felt her lip start to shake. Her father couldn’t help her but maybe mom could. Somehow. Iris felt her body quake as she pressed the locket against her chest.

“Momma… “ she sniffed, rubbing her nose with her sleeve. “Momma… th’ hell am I ‘posed to do? I don’ wana’ die momma. I wanna live! I don’ wanna kill anybody! Th’ hell did I eva’ do to deserve this? I work all day momma, honest! Neva’ did a dirty thing eva'! Neva' said I wanted to kill someone! Did everythin' you and Daddy told me!

The tears were pouring out again. Iris felt her knees buckle on the church floor, her eyes closed tight. A few minutes in and Iris was ready to give up. She didn't want to be here, didn't want to be here, wanted to be home in bed. It wasn't a bad dream though, something that she couldn't just wake up from and pretend never happened. This was all real and Iris felt sick when she thought about what she had to do if she wanted to live. Iris didn't want to do it, but it wasn't like she had a choice in hell.

All the hope Iris had in her heart was hidden to her now. And it made her feel empty.
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This was all a dream.

To Holly Chapman, at least. It all seemed too vivid to be a dream, but, to be honest, most people would not automatically believe their eyes if they woke up in a prison cell, apparently with... some kind of bizarre power. And now she was forced to kill people? Yup. Definitely a dream. What would be the purpose of something like this experiment? Maybe she fell asleep while watching some B movie about mad scientists and people with superpowers or whatever the fuck they meant by "gift" trying to kill each other. Or something. Holly was not sure what kind of movie would produce this kind of dream. She searched her mind again and again, but no idea of what that movie would be. Ah well. She would find out once she finally woke up, right? Right? Right?

However, at times it seemed a little... too real. One could easily sense the difference between reality and a dream fairly easily, especially if they were a lucid dreamer. And to Holly, this did not have that feeling of being a dream, even though she honestly felt a little dizzy. Everything seemed real. Everything seemed like it was happening in real life. But, again, there was no way this was real. Heck, she had the vague memory of falling asleep just before the dream started, for crying out loud!

She and about... 18 or 20, she thought it was, people had been in some kind of... well, they were strapped down to chairs, and she could vaguely remember a cell too. She was not sure where they were exactly. Holly could also vaguely remember some guy in a full-body swimsuit, and a girl with tape over her mouth, though no one else had been gagged in such a manner (the former was proof she was dreaming to her). Other details she could only pick out right now include the sound of a gunshot, people panicking, and something about an island. But, she could remember what the topic of conversation had turned to.

Basically, you have a "gift". Kill or be killed.

And then the dream had continued, with her eventually at what looked like... a church? Oh look, more proof she was dreaming. After all, who would put a church in the middle of a science experiment? Weren't science and religion opposed... or something? If so, a church? On a mad scientist's island? Really? This was more proof, right? Of course it was! She was going to wake up soon!

Holly stumbled towards the door of the building, knife in one hand and her heavy bag over the other shoulder, and still feeling a little dizzy. She did not have the opportunity to use said knife, since she had not encountered anyone so far. Even if she did, would she use it on a human being, even if it was a person in her dream? Holly did not know the answer to that question. In fact, she had just taken it out a few minutes ago, and the reason why was not to hurt anyone. In fact, she would probably just wave it around and threaten people, but not actually do anything with it, in the hopes that it was enough to make people leave her alone. Though, in a way, it sort of made her feel comfortable, strangely enough. It was if the knife ensured that she was safe, though even that...

Though, even if this was a dream, there was a strange feeling. She did not feel like the same Holly that helped her dad in the garage and watched horrible movies. Rather, she felt... "different", almost as if something had changed about her while she was not noticing, and the old Holly was gone and never coming back. Of course, that was silly; this was a dream, and it was not going to impact the rest of her life, right? Only in the dream did she have strange powers, after all. Of course.

Oh, how very wrong she was. In reality, everything that had happened was happening for real. Holly did have some sort of "gift", and she really had been kidnapped, tossed in a cell and experimented on before being briefed, along with some guy in a scuba suit, among other things. She really was going to have to kill or be killed, and she actually was about to open a church door while holding a combat knife. Given the proper amount of time, she would snap out of her form of denial soon enough. However, of course Holly did not realize this, and so was in for a rude awakening.

As her left hand pushed the door open, Holly, with her doubts about the reality of the situation falling apart with each step, entered the building.

Almost immediately, she was greeted with the sound of crying. From where she was standing, she could see the source. A girl? It looked a little like a girl, at least. She was sobbing about... something, most likely the fact that she was going to die. This was confirmed by what was coming out of the girl's mouth; she was literally crying for her mother! Holly could not help but crack a small smile in spite of herself, out of amusement. At times, she found humor in everything, even when it was extremely inappropriate. This was no exception.

As she stepped forward, her smile was wiped off her face, though, when she remembered the girl might actually be playing. Sure, to her it was just a dream, but very quickly the thought was passing out of her mind, to be honest. Plus, even if it were, she did not want it to turn into a nightmare so quickly. But, was it really a dream? She would find out soon enough, although she would have loved it to be a dream, to the point where "love" was an understatement.

After a few seconds, she found herself speaking to the girl, clinging tightly to the knife she was holding in her hands. Her heart was pounding in her chest, as if it were a drum being beat by a musician. Heck, she could almost hear the blood being pumped!

"Excuse me."

What would happen? She was about to find out. Holly did not want this to be real. It had to be a dream. It just had to! What would she do if it was not? Where would she be, then? Her doubts about the dream were fading, but she kept trying to cling to it, as if for dear life. Please god, let this be a dream!
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Iris turned around when she heard the voice. She didn't let out a sound or anything, but she was definitely surprised. The girl standing in front of her had the weirdest shade of red to her hair, a color that Iris had never seen anyone ever wear. It suited her hair, no doubt about that, but it made Iris just stare at her for a moment in disbelief. Was she born with that color, Iris thought? She knew about red heads but this was much different. It was like the color Iris could see if she stared straight into the sun for a minute.

Iris had never really seen a girl like the one that was standing in front of her before. There weren't many girls in her neighborhood, especially those of the same age as her, but they all looked alot like Iris. Brown hair, dark eyes, bone skinny. Iris had been the odd one out, what with her short boyish hair and her freckles, not to mention the muscle she had on her arms. When Iris thought about what other people looked like, ones not from Iowa, she always pictured muscle-bound meatheads, poor people down on their luck, depressing kids dressed up all in black but Holly was a different story! She looked unusual to Iris and she stared at her for a moment, not in a rude way but in a mystified one. Then she remembered why both of them were there. They had to kill each other. Iris shook her head and reeled back.

"Y-You ain't crazy, right?" Iris asked, her small stature becoming increasingly obvious. She felt weak compared to the other girl, even though they looked to be around the same size. "You ain't here tah kill me. I-" She gulped, her hand reaching hesitantly to the knife by her side.

The more and more she stared at Holly, the more and more she grew nervous. Perhaps this girl was here to kill her. Iris's face grew pale, her lips pursed as a violent series of shivers coursed through her tiny body. Iris wouldn't have it in her to attack this girl headon but maybe, just maybe, she would have the nerve to fight back. At least she hoped she could. She didn't want to hurt anyone...

That's right. She didn't want to hurt anyone. Her hand moved away slowly. There's no reason to get paranoid. They are supposed to kill one another but at the end of the day they all were still human. Maybe this wouldn't end up with blood flying after all. She turned back to Holly, whiping the tears from her eyes. No knife. The knife was for when you were in trouble. This wasn't trouble, and Iris certainly didn't want to start any trouble.

"S-Sorry, I'm a little, um, upset..."

Iris forced a smile. There is no reason to be rude to someone, her mother always told her. Treat others like you yourself would like to be treated, and give them the benefit of the doubt. Unlike her father, Iris's mother spoke in a calm eastern accent that Iris never could identify. As a little girl her mother had traveled all around the eastern part of the United States, and the ambiguous nature of her accent seemed to show this. One might say she hailed from New York when another may say that she came straight out of New Orleans. Iris never really put much thought on where her mother had gone, the experiences she had or why someone who up and left a state every few years decided to settle down with a farmer in Iowa. Her mother was just unique like that, and always kind. So why shouldn't Iris be kind?

"I... I'm from Iowa," she said at last. Holly didn't look like someone from Iowa. Granted, Iris had never stepped foot outside of Iowa to know for sure. She just knew. "Y-Y'all dun look like you're from anywhere close tah Iowa..."
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The girl had looked in her direction, a look on her face that resembled fear, almost as if Holly was some kind of alien. Seriously, the look on her face was one of shock. In fact, she was acting as if she had never seen someone like Holly before. Which was a strange experience, to say the least. Holly did not look that abnormal, right? Unless she somehow changed from the experiments. But, this was a dream, of course!

Then, that one little question came out.

Was she crazy? Was she a killer?

Holly was not sure if she could answer that question, to be honest. Crazy was something that could not be measured. Plus, could one be crazy if they were dreaming? Everyone did it. Everyone, right? The answer took a while to come out of Holly's mouth, but the girl had already spoken again.

Something about... Iowa. Well, this girl definitely had an accent of some kind. It kind of reminded her of those farmers and rednecks from some of the movies she would watch, actually, for some reason. Aha! So she did fall asleep while watching some movie! Right?

Though, her heart kept pounding away out of fear. Deep down, some part of her knew this was real, even though it seemed unlikely. It was improbable that this sort of thing would happen!

Holly quietly answered, while rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand "I'm Nevadan.... and I don't know if I'm crazy. It's a dream, so I'll wake up in the morning..."

Wait, there was a test that she could do, of course. She could pinch herself! If it did not hurt, she was dreaming, of course. If it did, this was fucking real. But, it had to be a dream, for her sake! She had a home, a family, friends!

Her heart pounding, her free hand left her head, and slowly went close to the other arm. As she looked down at her arms, she could vaguely see the puncture mark on one of them. Well, here goes...

Pinch. Pain.

Uh oh.

She felt pain. That was not a good sign.

But it could NOT be real. It just simply could not!

Holly's eyes widened as she realized the full extent of her situation. Was she really going to have to... die?! Oh hell, that was not good. Definitely not good.

As the free arm slowly moved away from the other, she was vaguely aware that the combat knife had slipped from her fingers, and clattered to the floor. In a normal scenario, she would have not dropped it, especially if she might get attacked any time soon. But, right now she had almost forgotten that the other girl was there. Her heart was beating much faster than before, and she could feel a sweat coming on. Oh hell.

"Shit. What the fuck..." she murmured to herself.

It was real. This was actually happening. It was not a dream.
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It appeared that Holly had thought this was all a bad dream. Iris slumped just a tiny bit as she recollected on where the girl was from. Nevada... That was really far from Iowa, like at the western coast of America. Iris looked down at the floor, thinking to herself. If these people, whoever the heck they were, would be able to bring together two kids from two different sides of the country together in one place then... Iris didn't know. What the heck was she planning to achieve with thinking about it? It wouldn't change their situation in the slightest. But, by her logic, if they could bring both this and her together without anyone realizing then they must be pretty powerful.

Iris gulped. She had a bad taste in her mouth, strange, silky, but she just wrote it off. She had thrown up once she woke up. It must be the sick she was feeling. Had to be.

"Yah know... I thought it was all a dream too." Iris sat awkwardly on the floor, blinking up at the girl. She was positively upset, something that at least Iris could identify with slightly. She brushed her foot against the floor slowly, at a lost for what to say or how to say it. "Was laughing bout it too. Told mahself that I would wake up in tha morning, as fine as pie but... guess we in this for tha long run."

Iris sighed, shivers running down her spine. How the hell could she cope about this huge mess of a situation? Just about a minute ago she had been crying like a little baby! It must have been the girl in the church. Maybe she was okay now that she saw that not everyone was out to get her, that someone was about as upset as she was.

Iris tried to smile. "Ahh, w-well... we're gonna have to make due. Yahknow?"

She rubbed the back of her neck nervously. The hair was strangely a little off-putting, like the girl had just landed from the sky. Like an alien. She said about the only thing she could think to say.

"I-I'm Iris. Iris Landon." She stammered. "I-I-I ain't lookin' to hurt nobody, if that helps yah."
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Holly stood there, still shaking with her heart beating. Christ Christ Christ.... fuck, she had absolutely no idea what to do! She was going to die here, in some sort of freakish science experiment! And treated as a labrat!

She was vaguely aware of the other girl talking to her, saying she thought the same thing. Saying that she wanted to wake up the next morning. But they were stuck here... forced to kill each other... and for no good reason...

Then the girl introduced herself.

Iris Landon. Iris Landon of Iowa?

Well, she seemed harmless, but Holly was not sure. She could simply be playing the innocent young woman frightened for her life, only to kill the first person that fell for it. But, as Holly scooped down to retrieve her knife from the ground, she decided to reply back.

"Holly Chapman. I... I'm not sure who would actually..."

She paused as her body moved back into standing position. Well, they had a good incentive, she had to admit. She could remember the guy saying that if no one died in 24 hours, their collars would go off. Not only that, but everyone wanted to live... and some people had to die to make that happen. Which means... oh shit. Not everyone would be as frightened as her and Iris about it. Holly's eyes widened again at the thought. Heck, the mads that did this to them did not give as much of a shit about their well-being. She remembered the guy who had been shot. It took her a while to remember, but the memories were coming back. They just simply shot him, for speaking out. They did not care about any of them, not one bit. And the fact that the people on the island were all strangers to one another... well, it made things more likely.

Her body still shaking and her heart still beating, she started again.

"I'm not sure. There might be all sort of hooligans on the island... people who would happily... you know..."

Looking around, almost as if just mentioning them was enough to summon one such person up, she started again.

"What do you suggest we do? I guess we could... uh..."

Holly's mind searched, and nothing came up. Then, after a while, the only thing to come up did.

"How about we stay here for a while... just... be on the lookout, try to kick people out of our little fortress for a while... you know..."

It was lame, and she had a feeling Iris would not like it, but it worth a shot. Holly even tried her best to form a friendly smile, in spite of the situation. Whether or not the look on her face succeeded in looking friendly, though, it was one of those things where if you ask different people you would get different answers.
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Iris's eyes shifted from one side of the church to the other. It was in pretty good shape though Iris was no judge of that. Dust seemed to line the whole hallway like a new coat of paint and everything seemed almost placed haphazardly, but in her mind it was a nice looking place. A smile crossed her lips, an innocent smile, which was about the only thing Iris could manage to scrounge up. Holly did most of the talking for the next minute and Iris just listened patiently, nodding her head every once in awhile. All the while Iris picked up her gun, safety still on, and placed it in her pocket. She reached for the knife at the other side of the floor and fastened it on her belt. There wasn't any use just letting them lay there. Iris wasn't planning on using either of them anyway. Blame her naivety but Holly seemed like someone she could trust, at least for the time being.

"Well, it's nice tah meetcha Holly." Iris said this with a gentle smile on her lips. "Wishin' we met unda' different circumstances."

Iris nodded. She didn't like the idea but the church seemed like a safe haven. Again for the time being. Iris looked around the church again. The windows were way to high for anyone to get in, at least from where she was standing. The only place anyone would walk in through would be through the door. The doors were quite large. She blinked for a moment.

"Tha pews ain't nailed down." Iris remarked once Holly finished, rubbing her arm. I think I could block tha door if yah want. The doors open outward but it'd be anotha' way of stoppin' people from gettin' in. Safety, yahknow?"

Iris rose to her feet and took a few steps towards Holly. Her locket was still clasped in her hand and she looked down at it. She cradled it, shifting it from one finger another, looking back up at her companion. She blinked again, the smile slowly dissolving from her face. Iris appeared to be thinking about something, something very deep. She gulped again. The taste in her mouth made her head feel funny. Like there was foam in her mouth.

"M-Momma always told me neva' to talk to strangers..." she spoke with a slight hesitation, like Holly was going to judge her for something that she said. "Said that there were alotta evil people in tha world. I guess'n I really dun' hava' choice." She handed the locket to Holly. "If we gonna do this, then I'ma trust you with this... dun lose it."
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Push the pews over to the doors to block them?

Sounded like a good idea. After all, it would help if someone tried to get in. The main problem she could see, though, is in the event that it would become a dangerzone, or whatever the hell they were talking about. They mentioned making people explode with something inside their bodies, didn't they? Oh crap, everyone had bombs inside their bodies, too. She just remembered. Fuck, this just got worse and worse, didn't it?

Although her heart was calming down a bit, she could still feel it beating more heavily than it should. As she put the knife in her pocket, she started talking again.

"Move the pews? Could be both good or bad. On one hand... no intruders... on the other... might make it a little difficult to escape... unless they aren't too hard to move... or something..."

But, suddenly, Iris was going on about... something. Her mother? And not talking to strangers. Holly could not help but form a small smile again. She was seriously worried about stranger danger at a time like this? Then again, the events that had happened were probably the worst example of stranger danger on the planet. After all, teenagers with superpowers killing each other were probably not up there on a parent's wishes for their child.

As Iris handed her the locket, Holly found her small smile disappearing, to be replaced by a look of confusion. Why was she handing it to her? She was just some stranger, all the way from Las Vegas. Did she really trust her that much? Holly decided to ask about it.

"The locket... is it your mom's?"
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"I was jus' thinkin' of jumping over 'em." Iris remarked, making a slight hand movement. "It'd be kinna hard for anyone to jump over it without us knowin', but it'd be simple for us, I hope."

She put emphasis on hope. Hope was about the only thing that was going to drive them to live. While Iris knew this had to be true, she also didn't really understand the true implications of this game, if one could call it that. She was only thinking about her own demise, as selfish as that sounded. Iris was by no means a selfish girl, in fact she was more selfless than anything. But the vastness of what could happen to her on this very island boggled her naive mind, and it had never occurred to her to think about anyone else or how they were feeling. She knew they had to be feeling terrible, heartbroken even, but in the grand scheme of things it was incapable for her to think about that. Iris would want to, actually, if it would be possible for her to understand her own feelings about the situation. When your life is on the line, so many emotions rush into your head that you don't know what to think. To Iris, this was pure shell shock.

Holly asked her about her the locket. If Holly looked closely, she would see right away that the locket had seen better days. The chain was held together by a small string, and it looked too small to fit around Iris's neck. Most of the gold on the locket itself had been scratched off, so it looked rather old. Iris clearly noticed, and went out of her way to explain it.

"Y-Yah..." Iris prodded her fingers together bashfully. "Mah momma used to hava picture of her momma in there. And then when mah mom died..." Iris didn't finish her thought, hoping that Holly would be able to figure it out on her own.

Iris flushed. "O-Oh. Dun go thinkin' too far into this. I hava' hole in mah pocket, an' tha gun is in tha other one. An' it's broke, yahsee, an' I don't feel good jus' leavin' it on tha floor. I'd be really upset if I lost it, might start cryin' again. It means 'lot tah me. If it ain't for that locket, I might go crazy. s'really small an if I dun keep it in mah pocket, I'm 'fraid I'll lose it."

Iris looked Holly in the eyes. "Umm... I 'pose you've got people at home too."
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Wait, her mother was dead?

Holly felt kind of bad that she found Iris' comments about her mother earlier humorous, to be honest. She always knew that she found things a lot more funny than they should be. Once, for example, she found a teacher's rant about responsibility to be downright hilarious due to the choice of words, and... well, started laughing in the middle of class. Needless to say, she was punished. But, laughing at a girl crying out for her dead mother while in a bad situation? That was seriously a new low for her.

So, the locket was pretty important to her? Of course it would. And she was entrusting Holly with it... since she had no space in her pockets...

"I'm... sorry to hear about your mom..." she started, but before she could continue, Iris asked about her family.

Her folks... that's right. Mom and Dad were probably worried sick. Alice was most likely calling anyone she could think of right at this moment, since she knew some of her friends. And Rachel... oh god... she was probably going to have the same reaction as her parents; screaming and freaking out. Did they know what had happened to her? Even if she somehow returned back home... would they react well to the "gift" thing?

"Dad..." she started again. "Dad worked as a mechanic... I used to help him fix cars 'n stuff on a few occasions... Mom didn't like it at first, but eventually she let me. I wanted to become a mechanic just like him when I grew up..."

Holly found herself smiling again, in spite of the circumstances. As she stared down, she fiddled with the locket a bit, twining the chain around her fingers. It looked pretty old, as if it had been through a lot throughout its existence.

"And my sisters... they probably are worried shitless, just like my parents..."

Suddenly, she looked up.

"Oh! We should probably get those pews moved, right? God knows I don't want to be killed by some asshole."

Iris had said that it should be pretty easy to jump over them, so it should be fairly easy to escape, though someone entering would be very noticeable.

Placing the locket in her pocket, a thought began to appear in her head. Sooner or later, she was going to have to fight Iris to the death. Would she be ready to do so? Was Iris only acting friendly to make Holly let her guard down? Her lips turned into a frown as a result. She did not want to get too attached... but it was human nature to do so. But, she had to be alert, or else Iris might decide to...

Well, they would cross that bridge when they got there. For now, things seemed fine...

Holly walked over to the pew closest to the door, and analysed the end closest to her. It looked heavy, almost like a two-person job. And even then, it would possibly be difficult. "Seems heavy..."

Then, she remembered Iris was also there. She could help!

"Iris... mind helping me with this?" she asked, glancing in the other girl's direction.
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"It's alright. Dun' worry 'bout it none."

The girl nodded some more as she listened to Holly talk about her family. In all honesty, Iris was just being courteous asking Holly about her own family. Her momma always told her to treat people the way you wanted to be treated. Iris gave Holly a sad smile as she heard a little more about Holly. She had people who cared about her. Iris just had her father, so there wasn't much people would stand to lose if she died.

"You a mechanic?" She asked, just driving home the point that she really was listening.

Iris just nodded as Holly changed the subject suddenly. Iris could understand, slightly. The last thing that she wanted to think about was her own father, looking for his own daughter and not finding her. Iris never saw her own father cry. Did he ever cry? And if he did, was he crying right then? Iris shook her head. Not the best time to be thinking about it.

Iris was thinking the complete opposite of Holly - she was getting attached to Holly, completely ignorant from anything Holly might want to try. Holly had to be a good person. After all, anyone who was evil would definitely look bad, right? They'd have to look evil, wear all black, looking at her with dark eyes. Holly didn't fit that at all. She looked very nice actually. Iris felt safe with her.

Iris gave her a shrug. "Uhh, sure, I do this typa' stuff all tha time." She peeled back the arms of her shirt. There wasn't much muscle, but her arms were big, almost odd looking on a lanky girl like Iris. She walked over to the pew that Holly had picked, wrapping her hands around the one side of the pew. She managed to just get it off the ground, but she struggled to keep it up. "Ahh! Holly! Could'jah come over an' help me? This is heavi'ar than it looks!"
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Iris immediately responded by trying to lift one end, saying that she used to do things like this all the time. After a bit of lifting, she got one end of the pew off the ground, though only by a small amount. However, despite this, she clearly was having trouble keeping it upright.

As Iris called out to Holly, her lips formed the same smile of amusement that was almost distinctive for her.

"See? I told you... it's a two-person job. Well, let's get started..."

Holly stared at the other end of the pew for a few seconds, noting the apparent weight again. Heavy? Oh, you bet. Iris' reaction confirmed it, after all. It was definitely something that two people need to participate in.

Well, here goes...

Holly grabbed the underside of the pew, and bracing herself for a few seconds, she lifted it. To her surprise, it took less of an effort than she expected. In fact, she could see that there was a... noticeable tilt in the way the pew was being held by the two girls. On Holly's end, it was somewhat higher, while on Iris' end, it looked difficult. Maybe it was because there were two people there?

"Well, this doesn't seem that heavy... I think we can easily take it over to the door, don't you think?"

And then that's when a thought hit her, and her smile faded.

She was lifting a pew. A goddamn pew. That someone else had trouble with. And it looked heavy... but Holly wasn't having as much trouble holding it as much as she expected to. In fact, it was almost minimal, at the very least. That... was odd. Really fucking odd...

Then she remembered. They each had a "gift". Superpowers or something, if she remembered correctly. So... what if...?

Her heart, after just having calmed down, started racing again. Was this it, then? Was this her power? It was not everyday you lifted heavy furniture with less effort than you expected, after all. An idea hit her to confirm it.

Holly slowly lowered her end to the ground, trying not to place it on her own feet. Then, she started speaking to Iris.

"Iris... leggo of your end... I wanna check something..."
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Cristo looked around him, trying to figure out where the fuck he was now. He had followed the map, which had said this was where the church should have been- but that map was a piece of shit. It looked like it have been by a drawn by a retarded five year old who was suffering from a particularly vicious bout of ADD. As he looked for the church, he thought of what he'd say to the people he'd met there.

Basically, he'd tell them the truth. Well, a slightly altered version of it- he'd tell them that he woke up in the prison. He'd been ready to leave, and this black kid had snuck up on him, and started shooting him. They'd gotten into a fight, Cristo had forced his gun down, and scratched him. Then he'd ran from the prison, looking for somewhere he could go for safety. He'd have to pull the victim act... he had put his gun back into his day pack, hoping not to scare them off with it out.

And that's when he saw the church- it was just standing there, a grim monolith looking out over the island. It was in relatively good condition, but that in itself unnerved Cristo even more. It made him think that until very recently there had been inhabitants on the island... what had happened to them, he didn't know. But from what had happened to the kid who had tried to speak out, who had his brains and blood splattered all over the wall, Cristo had a good idea. Cristo ran to the church door, thinking about perhaps just opening it, then decided against it. If there were people in there, he didn't want to spook them. So, instead, he knocked on the door, and began to shout.

"Hello?! Is anybody in there?" Cristo put effort into both his voice and face, trying to bring a frantic quality of terror to it. "My name's Cristo Ruiz... if anybody's in there, please open up! I... I lost him, but I think he's coming after me! Please open up, he'll kill me!"
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Iris had thought it was strange that the pew had suddenly become lighter than before, but her mind had been so absorbed with the weight that she hadn't paid any mind to that. She didn't notice that Holly had literally picked up the other end of the pew. She poked her head up, a little confused about why Holly was telling her to back off. Iris immediately responded, lowering the pew to the floor with a loud gasp. She stretched her arms. That was harder to lift than she thought.

"A-Alright," she muttered, still very confused. She tilted her head. "Whatchu' plannin'?"

That was when someone started banging on the door. Iris let out an eep that sounded appropriate for a mouse to make. She looked towards the door. Apparently the person on the other side was in trouble. His voice was very masculine, and he seemed very scared. The whole situation made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She shivered, looking to the door, then back over at Holly. In the grand scheme of things, Iris had no problem letting whoever was out there in, truly ignorant of whether he was good or bad. Holly was here though, and Iris knew that some people were evil. Momma would have told her to be cautious. Don't talk to strangers. But what did Holly think? Holly needed to know what to do. She had to! Iris couldn't make this decision alone!

"S-Should we go out there?" Iris stuttered, her hand burying into her pocket. Her gun felt cold. She couldn't even believe that she was reaching for it. "I... Holly, I'm scared."
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Iris immediately responded, placing the pew back down. She seemed as confused as Holly was! But... the whole thing about being able to lift the entire end of a pew... well, it would confuse anybody. Holly took a deep breath, as she tried to figure out what exactly to tell Iris. To be honest, she barely understood it herself. What's worse was, she was still feeling a little dizzy, and her heart was still racing. However, in spite of this, there was no ache in her arms or anything else that suggested that she had lifted a pew, which was just as odd.

She took another deep breath, and said "Well, I think I'm starting to figure out what-"

At that moment, however, she was interrupted mid-sentence by pounding on the door, and someone shouting. It sounded male, and... frightened? Holly jumped at the sound. She could barely make out what he was trying to say. Something about someone else trying to kill him? She really had no clue. That was what she could make out of it, at least.

Oh shit. Someone was out there, being killed. Holly's first instinct was to open the door. After all, she had to save a life, right? Or else she would have to live with it. However, she had a feeling. What if the apparent attacker was only inches behind the person on the other side? What if the other person would attack them? What then? Holly might have gotten super strength or she might have not, but the fact remained that if she encountered, let's say, some guy with the ability to turn himself into a nuclear bomb, she would still lose. Heck, being this friendly to Iris might not be a good idea in the first place, but she did it anyways...

On the other... what if she did not let them in, and they died? Would she be able to live with it?

Iris has asked if they should open it. Her heart beating even faster, Holly decided what she needed to do.

"Iris... stay back."

Holly started walking towards the door, and took her gun out of her bag (it must have been dropped at some point). Every sense seemed to be on fire for her. But, she had to take control of the situation. She simply had to. After all, if she had some semblance of control, things would go over well.

She placed her body against the door, leaning her head on it to hear a bit better. Holly searched her mind for a few seconds, to look for the correct thing to say.

"Tell us... give us a reason to trust you!" she shouted back.

Okay, probably not the best option. But right now, though she would not openly admit it? She was terrified.
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