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A Moment of Reprise; Open
Topic Started: Nov 10 2012, 03:39 PM (1,658 Views)
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((Maxim Senders continued from Sketchy Ponderings))

Maxim didn't know how long he had been running. It felt like ages. His run was aimless and he wasn't thinking about where he was going. He just needed to get away from that Stone Circle. He needed to get away from Dylan. His running took him to a burnt down building. While it seemed to be large and still standing, it was black and nothing was there. Luckily for him, he had not encountered anyone yet and thus was allowed a moment of rest. A time to recollect his thoughts.

In the time he had to relax, Maxim decided to read the manual that came with the gun he was given. He learnt how to reload it and though it took some time, he eventually learned how to do it. While he was a bit sloppy when it came to doing the instructions, at least he managed to follow them through. Maxim held the now loaded gun in his hands, trying to accustom himself to the feel of it. Next time he fired this gun, he didn't want to misaim. He was going to hit his target.

Now inside the ruin in a room to the right of the entrance, Maxim leaned against the wall, conserving his energy. Looking through Dylan's rations, Maxim got out a loaf of bread and began eating it. The bread was plain in his mouth and he let the saliva melt the bread chunks until they were digestible. He spent his time focusing on this process, distracting himself for a moment as he worked to quell his hunger.

He didn't want to think of what happened at the Stone Circle. Seeing Dylan react so emotionally; the image of her tearful face was permanently engraved in his mind. He wanted to block out the image, but it constantly haunted him. While he was running, it was the face that he kept on seeing. He needed to calm down. Push that image out of his brain. There was no choice. He had to do that. He had to survive. It was all for survival.

His face took on a stern frown as he stared at the floor, planning what he was going to do. This calmness allowed him to organize his thoughts. Maxim felt it was adequate to have a basic plan on what to do while he was in The Program. He needed to know what to do and how to do it.

His main priority was survival. That was the name of this game and if he had to play along to survive, he was damn well going to do that. It might mean making some dubious actions, but as long as he survived, nothing else mattered. After all, it was kill or be killed in this scenario and he wasn't going to roll over and die for anyone.

His next priority was to find Louisa and Tori. He knew both of them were in The Program. He needed to find them. Once he found them, Maxim could work to keep them safe. If the three of them stayed alive, then maybe they could stay alive until the final three and let everyone else kill each other. Then again, Maxim remembered that only one of them could win. What would happen when it was just the three of them? Could he kill them? Maxim didn't think so. What would happen then?

Scowling to himself, Maxim shook his head vigorously. Now wasn't the time to think of that. He could worry about that later. Right now, he just needed to find Louisa and Tori. That was all.

Maxim started to feel chilly, probably because it was autumn. Looking in his bag, he got out his jacket and draped himself inside it, hoping it would keep him at least a little warmer than he was before. The jacket was nice and it did make him feel warmer than he did before. That was a relief to him in the very least. He didn't fancy died of coldness.

Maxim realized that America was watching him and the island, including his parents. He probably should care more about that, but he really didn't. It made no difference to him whether people were watching him or not. He was still here. He was still fighting for his life against his classmates and just because a few cameras were scattered here and there didn't mean that he was going to change his plans on what to do. No one could save him now.

He was on his own. They had no right to judge him for his actions in the game. However, people inevitably will judge him for this. He knew this. He knew that people were going to hate him for what he was going to do in the game. His parents may even be ashamed of him for acting like this. However, the same mantra ran through his head.

As long as you survive, everything is fair game.
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Anger was the only reaction Chris could have had when he woke up. He'd lashed out...a lot.

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Once he'd finished punching the wall and swearing he felt better though. It always helped him the vent his frustration. Keeping it inside just made the eventual moment when he did blow up worse for everyone around him. Although the more he thought about it that wouldn't be detrimental in the environment he found himself in. Anger would probably help in the long run. The second thought he had was that he'd been left right next to a burned out building. Either someone in the government loved irony or luck had decided to mess with him. He didn't appreciate it either way.

Chris was dimly aware that his knuckles on both hands hurt. He glanced down at them to see that he'd cut them open on the wall he'd been punching and they were bleeding. Looking around he spotted a green duffel bag, he assumed that like all the other versions of the program it was his. He grabbed it and sat down against the wall as he looked through it. He found rations and a flashlight before coming to a dark green box. He gave it a shake before opening it. It was a first aid kit. Sometimes life was nice to him. Chris took a quick look through the contents to confirm that it was a regular first aid kit, and found the knuckle Band-Aids. He opened the box they were in a got to work sticking them on his hands.

Chris's hands felt weird once he'd finished but it was better than bleeding. After rummaging through the rest of the stuff in his bag he was dismayed to find that his assigned weapon was a shovel...ok that wasn't entirely correct. It was an Entrenching Tool, there was a difference but Chris didn't care. His dad had properly explained what one was when he was younger but for the life of him Chris could hardly remember anything but the name. There was also the issue that it was folded up, and Chris hadn't figured out how to flip it up. He sat there fiddling with it until it suddenly flipped open and hit him the face.

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

It was single-handedly the most painful thing to ever happen to Chris. He immediately dropped the tool and grabbed his nose. His hands felt wet as soon as he did so and pain shot through his face as soon as he touched it. Taking his hands away he saw that they had blood on them, again. Leaning forward so that he didn't get too much blood on himself Chris watched it drip onto the ground. Chris knew you were supposed to apply pressure to help stop a nosebleed but he couldn't do that when touching his nose caused pain to shoot through his face. The more he thought about it the more likely it seemed that he'd just broken his own nose. He gently probed at his nose with a finger to see if it was bent to one side. The answer he found out was yes. Chris had seen it on TV before where they'd just pushed it back into place.

Chris was undecided on whether or not it was worth trying but it couldn't be any worse than just leaving it. That said Chris didn't feel up to trying it outside, so he threw all of his stuff back into the duffel bag and pulled it closed. Swinging it over his shoulder with one hand while the other covered his nose Chris walked around the side of the building until he found a way inside. Once he got inside he dumped his bag against a wall and settled himself into a corner. So at least no one could sneak up on him and from certain angles they couldn't see him. He took a few deep breaths before grabbing hold of his nose and sharply jerking it to one side. The pain was almost as bad as when he'd first broken it.

"FUCK!"

Chris pounded the wall to try and take his mind of the pain in his face, it worked a little bit since he became aware that his hand hurt as well. He was still bleeding though. He pulled the bag over and got the first aid kit out again. Rummaging through it he eventually found some bandages. Tearing himself off a decent length piece he folded it a few times and held it over his nose to try and absorb some of the blood. As he sat there he realised how much of a mess he must have seemed. He had blood all over his hands and he'd got some on his face from where he'd been touching his nose. That wasn't even counting the blood coming out of his nose.

"This sucks."
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Maxim jumped when he heard the sound of shouting, or to be more precise, swearing. Maxim didn't know who it was, nor did he really care. All he really cared about was that someone else was here and they sounded pissed. Luckily for him, they revealed their position to him already. This meant that he could get the jump on him.

Standing up, slinging his bag over his shoulder and carrying the gun steadily in his hands, Maxim quietly moved towards where the swearing had originated from. He made sure his footsteps were barely audible and he moved slowly, but effectively as he continued to approach where he had heard the swearing.

As he continued to move, he heard even more swearing. This guy wasn't even trying to be subtle. It was sort of ridiculous. No matter though. It just made things easier for him. If people were going to make things like this easy for him, he wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste.

He went through the plan again in his head. All he had to do was threaten the guy. Just like he did with Dylan. Threaten the guy and demand he give him his bag in risk of being shot. If he wasn't an idiot like Dylan, he wouldn't have to shoot him. He didn't really want to shoot anyone, but if it came down to it, Maxim would not hold back. He only needed to make sure he hit the wall and not the ear.

Maxim held his breath in anticipation once he had reached the room from where the swearing originated from. He didn't know how he felt about making all these plans. While it was all in the name of survival, Maxim never was the type of person to plan things out, preferring to see how his actions played out and going from there. While that idea seemed appealing, Maxim didn't really feel that mentality was good considering his situation. He therefore pushed away those feelings and focused on planning and surviving, like he had to. It was the Program. It wasn't going to relent for him or anyone else.

As soon as he was just outside the room, Maxim quickly ran in, turning around to see where the boy was. Once his eyes fell on Chris, he raised his gun ominously and aimed it right for his head. Maxim needed to keep his cool. If he lost control of his emotions like with Dylan, he knew it would leave to horrible things happening. While effective, he didn't like the mental image of another person losing their ear in his mind anytime soon.

"Don't move." Maxim barked harshly, his eyes narrow as he focused on Chris. He needed to seem cool and collected. Betraying weakness, especially in this game, was a no no. While he was used to being emotional, Maxim needed to keep in those feelings. He didn't want another Dylan.

"Give me your bag. Now." Maxim continued to demand, the gun never straying from Chris. It should work. After all, as the saying goes: Second verse, same as the first.
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Chris continued to try and stem the bleeding coming from his nose. It wasn't stopping, but it had slowed down, so that was at least something. His start in the Program had been awful to say the least. After all he'd broken his nose with his own weapon; it was more than a little embarrassing. Luckily there didn't seem to be anyone else around, which was good. Chris had no problem with sitting down and calming down before he actually decided on doing any exploring. Plus he did want his nose to stop bleeding, which looked like it was going to take a little bit longer. Chris went to scratch his head but changed his mind as he saw his hand, the only thing it would accomplish was that he'd put more blood on his face and add it to his hair as well. He just sighed and rested his head against the wall.

As soon as he had though someone rushed into the room and pointed a gun at his head.

Chris was not having any luck.

It took Chris a couple of seconds to recognise who was actually pointing a gun at him. Then he spotted the American flag bandanna. Maxim Senders was pointing a gun at his head.

Maxim Senders.

Chris's luck must have been left in Milwaukee because this was just ridiculous. The image was made more surreal by the fact that Maxim was holding a gun that looked like it was straight out of the civil war. It had a bayonet and everything. The image would have been hysterical; if not for the fact that it was a real gun and Maxim was really pointing it at Chris's head. It was made worse by the fact Chris honestly had no idea if Maxim was planning to shoot him.

Maxim ordered him not to move and then demanded that Chris handed his bag over. Chris looked from the gun to his bag. He could feel his anger starting to rise. There was no way in hell he was going to let someone take his stuff, especially not in something like the Program, he'd need his bag to survive without it he was dead. The idea of resisting Maxim and not giving in to his demands was the stupidest choice Chris could have made. But on top of all his anger at his situation before Maxim's appearance he now had the fact Maxim was trying to straight up rob him making him mad as well and whenever Chris got angry he had a habit of making bad choices.

"Fuck you." Chris said holding up his bloody middle finger to Maxim's face. He wasn't going to let someone try and intimidate him. Not when he was in a life and death game.
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Maxim waited for Chris's response. He kept his arm steady and told himself that he had control. After all, Chris should react to the gun just like Dylan. After all, it was a gun for god's sake. He should be scared, afraid of his life and would comply with Maxim's demands. That's what should logically happen. After all, Maxim had the stronger weapon. He had the power and Chris had nothing. From what he could see, Chris had already injured himself. Maxim felt confident that Chris would just give it to him.

That was why Maxim was taken by surprise when Chris just gave him the finger. He wasn't like Dylan, who just completely crumbled when she saw Maxim had a gun. He was met with resistance. To say he didn't like it was an understatement. He could sense Chris's anger and it made him want to recoil just from the intensity of it. It made him feel like he wasn't in control of the situation, even though he had the gun and Chris was the one that risked death.

He flinched away from Chris, chewing his lip and trying to get in control of this fear that sprung up inside of him. Would he really have to resort to shooting Chris? It was easier with Dylan. Dylan was spouting shit at him and generally being the annoying bitch that she was. He didn't really have to think about the repercussions because he was pissed off. His emotions took over. He always had the power and there was nothing Dylan could do to stop or challenge him.

Chris on the other hand was different. It shouldn't of been different. Maxim thought this was true. He should still have the power. He should still be the one controlling the situation. After all, he had the better weapon. Chris had nothing to defend himself. Yet here he was, flipping him the bird and acting aggressively against him. It made Maxim feel uncomfortable. Chris's aggressive attitude set him in a very unexpected situation and he didn't know how to react to it. It was so unexpected.

Maxim was starting to panic. What was he supposed to do? Should he just shoot him? Could he shoot him? He shot Dylan and completely demolished her ear. He should be able to shoot Chris. Then again, Maxim really wasn't in control when he shot Dylan. His emotions were the catalyst that lead to the shot. Could he shoot Chris when he was fully in control of his actions? He couldn't blame anyone else or lack of control if he shot Chris now. Was he really ready to do that?

He had to be. Maxim needed to survive. He needed to stay alive. It was for Louisa and Tori. Once he found them, he could protect them. He could save them from the game. He had to save them from the game. He had to survive. That was the name of the game. The Program was about survival. In order to survive, Maxim needed to kill, or at least injured. He had already injured Dylan, he should be able to kill Chris. He needed to be able to kill Chris.

Why was it so hard to do it then? All Maxim had to do was pull the trigger. Once he did that, Chris would be dead. People needed to die. People had to die in the game. Maxim wasn't doing anything bad by killing Chris. It was what he had to do. It was the inevitable conclusion of this game. Chris had to die, and yet Maxim was still struggling to pull the trigger. It was only one action. Just a simple movement of the finger. He had the perfect opportunity to kill him. Why wasn't he taking it?

Was Maxim scared? Was what Dylan said true? Was he just a coward? Maybe. Could he live with the guilt of killing someone? He had to. The Program was about killing. There was no point fighting against it. But at the same time, Maxim didn't want to kill. He needed to retain his humanity. Yet at the same time, if he didn't kill Chris now, Maxim would surely regret it later.

Then again, Maxim could try to reason with him using force. Threaten to shoot him. Maybe a genuine threat at his life would cause Chris to cave in. He needed a little more coercion. That made sense. If he just seemed like he was not afraid to shoot him, Maxim could trick Chris into giving away his stuff and Maxim could leave Chris safe. He didn't have to kill him. Maybe he didn't actually have to kill him.

Maxim forced a smirk on his face as he confronted Chris with the gun, playing with the trigger in order to scare him.

"You know, you aren't really in the best situation to be swearing at me." Maxim began, trying to instill fake confidence in his voice. He needed to act tough. Act like he was in charge. He was in charge. He had the gun, not Chris.

"I could easily kill you just like that, and you're just going to shout at me and piss me off? That isn't the smartest thing to do Chris." Maxim goaded in an attempt to intimidate Chris. "I really don't want to have to waste precious ammunition though. I already wasted one shooting that stupid bitch Dylan. I even blew off her ear. I'd hate to waste yet another one on you. So just give me your stuff and make this nice and easy for me."

Maxim decided to include his little confrontation with Dylan, just to add depth to his words. He assumed that once Chris knew that he was serious business, he would be afraid and work with Maxim. That was what he was banking on. As long as he had Chris's stuff, Maxim couldn't care less about what happened to him. Why did he need all this stuff? Just in case. After all, having more food can get people a long way in this game. It also weakened his competition. That was just an added bonus.

Maxim never let the gun stray from Chris. If he did, the jig was up. He did not want that to happen.
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Alexander had not picked up his pace too much after getting off the path. He'd skirted the edges of the town, pausing briefly to tug the supplied jacket on over his blazer. A glance at his map had revealed that there was a burned-out building past the town, which caught his interest. While it was fairly unlikely that there would be much of use there, Alexander could imagine it holding more than the intact buildings. He knew that most weapons and useful items were removed prior to the arrival of students in The Program, but he couldn't imagine a ruin having been combed completely.

Carrying the chair over his shoulder did get old pretty quickly. He switched it from one hand to the other from time to time, and sometimes he let it hang by his side rather than holding it aloft. He was hoping he might be able to upgrade his equipment at some point soon, but for the moment the chair formed his best option for protection. He'd considered trying to break it into pieces, to separate a steel bar from it, but the chair looked pretty solid and the legs weren't very long, so that would have been far too much trouble to be worth it. Besides, the backrest and seat formed the largest striking surfaces.

The cool air nipped at his face. Alexander regretted not having brought a scarf with him to school. That would have allowed him to wrap his face, giving him at least a bit more protection from the chill. As it was, he rubbed his ears and nose every ten minutes or so, trying to keep them from falling too far below a comfortable temperature. He kept expecting something to change, to draw his attention or divert him from his path, but nothing did. He thought he'd heard a few gunshots earlier on, echoing through the valley, but it could just as easily have been the slam of doors in the town area or rocks falling from one of the slopes. The acoustics of this place were unusual enough that he didn't feel certain of much of anything, not at a distance well beyond his sight.

Still, as he approached the ruins, a few noises caught his attention perfectly well. Chief among them was the shouting. Someone was having a bad time indeed.

Alexander spent a few moments trying to decide whether to get closer or to head the other way. He didn't really want a fight on his hands, not right now, so soon after waking up. Of course, there was a good chance one of his classmates had managed to get hurt poking through the ruins. They weren't exactly a safe place to go poking around, especially without giving them proper assessment. From what Alexander could see of them through the trees, they looked pretty stable, though that was an impression based solely on the exterior.

He paused. The ruins looked like they'd burned down some time ago, but not decades ago. The trees around them, however, were tall and undamaged. That meant that whatever had caused the burn had initiated inside of the building, and had somehow not spread to the surrounding forest.

He shivered a little. Yes, this was a place with a lot of potential for bad things to happen. His own uneasy feelings made his mind up in a snap: he was going to head in and find out what was going on. He didn't like the idea of someone dying slowly after breaking their ankle in a fall. Sure, he probably wouldn't be able to provide much aid or comfort, but he might be able to drag the guy outside, at least.

As he entered the ruins, Alexander kept his wits about him. The damage was pretty severe, but there were still distinct rooms, still some walls standing, even if many of them had holes in them or looked like they might collapse if subjected to too much force. It felt almost like a building, though he could look up and see the sky above him. There was some rubble strewn across the floor, but also some snow.

This was what allowed Alexander to avoid having to guess as to where the sound had come from. A set of footprints and disturbances in the snow and dirt led him right along, and he could hear voices talking from the same general direction, though he could not make out what they were saying. He slowed his approach somewhat, moving as quietly as he could, letting his bag hang from his left shoulder and switching the chair into his right hand. He held it by one of its legs. The position was not as natural for carrying the chair, but it would make it a lot easier to swing if it came to that.

He was pretty sure he was just a corner away from the people. While surprise might have been helpful if he was expecting trouble, Alexander was pretty sure he could deal with anything his classmates cooked up, and giving some warning would make it a lot less likely that he'd startle someone and get into a bad spot that way.

"Hey," he said, his voice well below a shout, but notably louder than normal. He didn't want anyone to miss his calling out. "It's Alexander. Is everyone okay?"
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Maxim's reaction to Chris's defiance was exactly what Chris needed to see, and it was glorious. Maxim seemed to look away from Chris's finger as if he was about to hit him. Maxim backed up slightly and Chris saw him start to chew his lip. Maxim was uncomfortable. If anything it just made Chris even angrier, here he was having a gun pointed at him but as soon as he refused to give in to the demands that had been made his attacker buckled.

Maxim was a coward.

That was the only explanation Chris could see. Maxim had been fine moments before when he'd been in a position of power but as soon as Chris did the unexpected it put Maxim on the back foot. It wasn't that Maxim had lost his position of power either. He still had the only gun in the room. But he was hesitating and seemed to be panicking, all because Chris had said no. It was then Chris knew that he could escape from the situation.

Maxim wasn't in control anymore; ironically it was Chris who'd injured himself and was still bleeding onto the floor who held the power in the room at that moment. He almost could've laughed. He was snapped out of it though when Maxim trained the gun on him again. He had a smirk on his face and his finger was practically stroking the trigger. It made Chris nervous. He'd lost his temper and now he may have riled Maxim up. If that was true he was in line for a bullet. It all depended on what Maxim did next. Chris was damn sure that he wasn't alright with that. He pushed himself up the wall a little; he faced Maxim and didn't look away. Luckily for Chris Maxim started to talk again.

What made Chris feel even better was that Maxim started off a little shaky. He quickly got his confidence back but Chris felt comfortable enough knowing he wasn't going to get shot. After all Maxim had now had two opportunities to end his life but he hadn't taken them. Whether he was aware of it or not Maxim was making Chris more and more confident. Then Maxim said something. He'd already shot someone, he'd shot Dylan Walker. Chris didn't know Dylan very well but the fact that Maxim had pulled the same thing with someone else pushed him even further.

It was then Chris formulated his plan. Maxim still had the gun pointed at him so Chris decided to play along. He reached over to the back and slowly dragged it over to him. He still had one hand covering his nose but he decided that he'd need both hands so he let the bandage fall to the ground. The speed at which it fell and the dull splat it made when it hit the floor surprised him. So did the blood that fell out of his palm. Most of it had dried but it was still a surprising amount. If anything it was good mind games. He didn't know how Maxim would react to the fact that Chris had blood coming out of nose. It was nowhere near the amount it had been but it was still dribbling out; using his now free hand to push himself up the wall Chris stood up but stayed leaning against the wall. He kept his eyes on Maxim the whole time. As soon as he was standing he carefully placed one of his feet against the wall and took hold of his bag in both hands. Then out of nowhere he hear a voice calling out, Maxim heard it too and instinctively turned his head towards where the voice was coming from.

It was now or never.

Chris launched the bag full force at Maxims head. As the other boy stumbled backwards in shock Chris launched himself off the wall and charged at Maxim. As soon as he got close he lashed out with a punch and struck Maxim in the chin. The other boy flew backwards and landed hard on the floor. Chris didn't wait for any reaction and instead kicked Maxim full force in the stomach before snatching his own bag up.

Chris didn't bother looking for Maxim's gun and flipped the boy off one more time before sprinting from the room and turning sharply so that if Maxim did somehow manage to recover quickly enough he wouldn't be able to shoot at him. Chris kept running and as he did so he wondered if he'd see Maxim again during the course of the Program. He didn't dwell on it, since the next time he did Maxim probably wouldn't hesitate when it came to shooting at him. Instead Chris focused on running.

He didn't get very far. As soon as he turned the corner he had to jump to one side to avoid the person who had called out. Chris being unable to stop in time instead connected hard with a wall. He crashed hard to the dirt.

"Fuck."
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It seemed like Chris was complying. This was good. He noticed the bandage falling down and the blood that was leaking out of his clothes. The blood was disgusting, but it wasn't as bad as seeing someone get their ear shot off. He therefore didn't keep his eyes off of Chris, keeping intense eye contact with him as he went about giving him his bag.

It was then he heard someone shouting. Almost immediately, Maxim turned his head, his instincts taking over. This cannot be happening. Not now. He was in a good position. He had Chris on the ropes. He did not want another person to interfere with the proceedings. That wasn't supposed to happen.

Maxim was hit with an overwhelming force that caused him to stagger backwards as he realized Chris had thrown his bag at him and was running towards him, fist outstretched. Before Maxim had any time to react, he felt a harsh pain in the chin and was launched backwards as Chris smacked him square in the jaw. The pain was intense and Maxim let out a yell of pain as he collapsed onto the floor.

His mind was reeling from the pain as he suddenly was winded by another attack. He gasped in pain as the air whooshed out of his stomach, the kick shocking him as he realized Chris began running out of the room. Trying to push through the pain, Maxim steadied himself up, but still staggered here and there as he tried to adjust to the pain. He needed to stop Chris from getting away. If he got away, he was going to regret it later on. He knew this.

A bit unsteady on his feet, he took time to gain back his breath before moving as fast as he could in the direction Chris had run, which at this point was an unsteady shamble. His jaw was still aching from the punch that Chris gave him, and it really pissed him off that he let him get away with that. Hopefully, he would catch him before he got too far away from him.

It seemed that luck was on his side though, as by the time he reached the other room, he saw that Chris was on the floor. Almost immediately, he lifted his gun and aimed it right at Chris, moving towards the other exit to prevent him from getting away. He noticed the other kid's presence, Alexander Bonham, and realized he couldn't shoot Chris. Though he really wanted to, Maxim needed to convince Alex that he was justified in killing Chris, even though he wasn't.

"Well, it looks like the tides have changed, huh Chris?" Maxim addressed Chris menacingly, glaring at him with unbridled fury. He was going to get his revenge on Chris. He wasn't going to let him get away with his shenanigans. His assault guaranteed his death and while Maxim wanted to just pull that trigger, he couldn't while Alex was still there.

"It was a good effort you know. Trying to steal my stuff and kill me. It almost worked. Almost. I'm glad that Alex came. If he didn't come, I would've died." Maxim continued to say to Chris, lying through his teeth in an attempt to get Alex on his side. He needed him on his side in this scenario. If he didn't, Maxim was sure that Alex would react badly and would act as a deterrent to his efforts of survival. That wouldn't do at all.

"I really have to thank you Alex. If it wasn't for you, Chris would've shot me with my own gun. That would've been embarrassing. Your shout scared him and made him run away while he was attacking me. I guess he didn't want to get caught doing the deed. He's bleeding cause I tried to fight back against him, but that didn't go well. Thanks Alex." Maxim thanked Alex, turning to him and giving an appreciative grin as he subtly chewed his lower lip, praying to god that he would believe his lies. If he did, then he could get rid of Chris and that was great for the long-run.
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A guy came running out of the room, in what seemed a near panic, and managed to careen off a wall in attempting to dodge past Alexander. He took a quick look, trying to figure out just who it was. Chris Brooks, he thought. He was shortly followed by Maxim Senders, who had a gun. Specifically, Maxim's gun was an oldschool rifle. Alexander was no expert, but he could estimate that the thing predated the Twentieth Century. It looked a lot like what he'd seen in the textbooks when they discussed the Civil War. Alexander could remember some bits in the lecture about guns like that.

Chris swore, Maxim thanked Alexander, and the whole situation started to come a little bit clearer.

Alexander shifted his grip on the chair leg, just to be sure that he wasn't going to drop it. It didn't take a lot to figure he'd walked into something dangerous and complicated, and he wasn't going to let his guard down. He could already tell that several things were very wrong. Chris was bleeding badly from his nose. Maxim looked livid. He was moving closer, gun pointed at the boy on the ground.

With his free hand, Alexander pushed his glasses up his nose. He looked at the boys. At the same time, his mind was whirling, trying to figure out what had actually been going on.

"Why are you thanking me?" Alexander said, his voice level as always. "I mean, for all you know, I'm here to kill you both."

He kept talking, so as not to leave that as the impression of what he was really planning to do. He wasn't too worried about Maxim deciding to shoot him, but he didn't want to provoke that possible reaction either way.

"Lucky for you, I'm not, but you don't want to jump into a situation without gathering the facts first. See, you're really making a lot of assumptions."

Alexander didn't really appreciate assumptions. He especially didn't like how Maxim was treating the situation. He was attempting to dictate the dialogue, to ram his side of things through. Something felt odd to Alexander about the way he spoke. He was being too buddy-buddy. Alexander knew he wasn't super popular. He also knew that the entire ironic compliment towards Chris was a sign that Maxim was either unhinged or was putting on a show. If his compliment was legitimate, he was probably all in, ready to fight, because he could appreciate someone else's attempt to rob and murder him. That wasn't a selling point for his sanity. Alexander didn't think that was what was going on, though. Quite simply, it made no sense for Maxim to tell Chris exactly what Chris himself had done, since the boy would obviously know firsthand. No, that summary was clearly for Alexander's benefit, yet it had been phrased otherwise. Picking on semantics was one of Alexander's favorite ways of disassembling people who wanted to argue with him, and Maxim's technique here was off. Something was up. He certainly didn't have the sort of fear and desperation Alexander would have expected of someone who'd thought himself seconds from death.

"Me? I wouldn't make that mistake. I don't take things for granted. See, that's why I think we should all sit down and have a heart to heart and you two can tell me what happened. Then I'll help make sure we reach a peaceful resolution, yeah? It'll be really fourth grade."

At the moment. Alexander wasn't too concerned with what had actually happened. He was more interested in making sure, first and foremost, that this didn't devolve into a fight. All the same, he was ready just in case things did go bad. He didn't see a weapon on Chris, but that didn't mean anything. It could be in his pack, in his pocket, hidden by the angle he was at. Alexander took a few steps to the side, so that nobody in the area could jump him without giving him a moment to react. He wasn't going to drop his guard around these two. He was going to assume he was in danger until proven otherwise.

Given how this encounter had started, that might take a lot of proving.
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Chris didn't want to stay on the ground for long in case Maxim had recovered; as he was pushing himself up though he heard Maxim speaking to him. Chris was more than a little mad since he would have been able to get away from Maxim, if not for the person that had been waiting outside the room. Chris took his eyes off Maxim to quickly see who had been outside the room. He was surprised to see that it was Alexander Bonham. Chris knew Alex fairly well since they were both on the track team. But there was a difference between knowing someone and being friends with them and Chris didn't consider himself friends with Alex. Acquaintances maybe, friends no. He still felt better about his situation with their being someone he knew around though. It meant Maxim couldn't just shot him and get away with it.

Chris maintained the same tactics he had in the room. He kept his eyes on Maxim and showed he wasn't intimidated. After all he'd actually beaten Maxim once already. So he felt slightly better about his chances. Being able to outmanoeuvre Maxim once had given Chris more confidence in his ability to survive the encounter. Of course there was the fact that the same trick wouldn't work twice and that Maxim looked to be furious at what Chris had done.

Chris then realised the web of deceit Maxim was trying to weave. Maxim was saying that it was Chris who had tried to rob him and he'd fought back. Chris could feel his anger rising with each lie Maxim told. It was so far from the truth that it was ridiculous. Chris tried to keep his mouth shut though despite how much effort that required. He didn't want to make Alex think Maxim was telling the truth. But the more Maxim spoke the more Chris wanted to beat his face into a pulp.

"You lying sack of shit." Chris mouthed at Maxim making sure the other boy saw it. Chris didn't even need to question whether his eyes conveyed how much he wanted to attack Maxim at that time because he knew they said everything and more.

Alex then started talking before Chris could give any form of defence to Maxim's claims. Luckily though Alex didn't take a side, and although it was frustrating that he couldn't see straight through the bullshit Maxim was spitting it was better than him taking Maxim's side. Because if Alex had it would have most likely resulted in Chris's death and Chris like everyone else didn't want to die.

Chris didn't have to think long about Alex's proposal before deciding that it was better than taking a bullet and anything that prevented Maxim from shooting him was fine by Chris.

"I'll tell you what happened. I was sitting down when Maxim held me at gunpoint and tried to rob me, being the coward he is he didn't like it when I told him to fuck off and threatened to shoot me." Chris didn't bother looking at Alex he wanted to see Maxim's reaction to what he was saying. "He took his eyes off me when he heard you calling out though. So I took the only chance I had and punched him in the face." Chris couldn't help smirking at that. He could see the spot on Maxim's chin where his fist had connected too. That just served to make him feel better. "And this," Chris said pointing at his nose. "Is from where I broke my nose with an entrenching tool."

That was it, Chris had told his side of the story and he hadn't hesitated or stumbled over his words. Maybe he'd let his anger show a little too much but it didn't matter anyway. The bit about the entrenching tool was probably the clincher. Maxim didn't know he had one and if he tried to call Chris out on it all he'd have to do would be to remove it from his bag. It probably had Chris's blood on it anyway, which only further gave his story credit because it was easy to see that Maxim wasn't bleeding. Truthfully he didn't really care if Alex believed him or not. It was whether he was going to let Maxim shoot him that Chris cared about. All signs pointed to no though.

Chris pushed himself up on the wall a little more to make himself more comfortable. He hadn't taken his eyes off Maxim; he wanted the other boy to know that no matter what happened he'd remember it. Chris had cultivated a game face over the course of his wrestling career and he was putting it to good use. He wasn't going to back down from Maxim, because Maxim was nothing more than a coward and cowards deserved no respect.
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Maxim disliked Alex's words. The fact that he kept on talking about not making assumptions and other such bullshit did not sit well with him. Maxim noticed how Chris mouthed more insults at him but at this point, he was already pissed off. The more Alex delayed things, the more Maxim became uncomfortable. He was getting impatient.

It took all his restraint not to just shout at Alex to shut up and let him kill Chris. That would basically be painting a big sign saying "I'm a player!" on his forehead. He tapped his foot quickly as he listened to Alex's proposition. He didn't like it for one moment, that was for sure. Now that Chris had a chance to confess his innocence and give away Maxim's true intentions.

As Chris continued to tell his story, Maxim tried not to look visually disturbed from what Chris had to say. He didn't know how he broke his nose and Maxim didn't really think that it mattered too much. That was why when Chris revealed that he broke his nose with his own entrenching tool, Maxim quickly looked away, chewing his lip in nervousness and fear.

If he revealed the entrenching tool, Maxim was sure it would have blood on it. At this prospect, he tried to think of a story where it would make sense for him to get out his entrenching tool to attack Maxim. If he couldn't come up with something good fast, he was sure the cat would be let out of the bag. He chewed his lip even more as Maxim thought of an idea, hoping that he would be able to pass of Chris's story as a lie. If he couldn't, he had to run away. Fast.

"W-well..." Maxim started of unsteadily, lowering his gun and moving one of his hands to his neck, scratching it due to a sudden irritation. "Chris is lying. He isn't telling the truth. I know what actually happened just now and he's just trying to worm his way out." He continued to say, padding it out a little as he gained more time to reconstruct his thoughts. He was really being backed into the corner and yet, Maxim realized he was right next to the door out of here.

"I had just woken up, you see, and as I was trying to gain a bearing of my surroundings, Chris came out of nowhere. I didn't know if he was already in the room or not. In any case, he was swearing and cursing and demanding that I give him my bag. I said no, not wanting to give up my supplies to him anytime soon as I need them to live." Maxim began, his eyes occasionally looking up and to the left, as if trying to remember stuff or in his case, making stuff up.

"He reacted badly. He got out his entrenching tool thing and started to attack me. I tried my best to fight him off and I was getting overpowered. That is, until you shouted. At this, he turned his head and I took this opportunity to grab his weapon and use it against him. I managed to hurt his nose, but he soon wrestled it away from me and kicked me in the gut, knocking the air out of me. He then picked up his tool and ran. That's what happened." Maxim concluded, discreetly shuffling to the doorway. He wanted to make sure he could get away, which seemed like a very possible prospect at this rate.
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At first listen, Chris' explanation made more sense. He was providing details in a natural fashion, and he sounded fairly sure of himself. Of course, Alexander wasn't entirely ready to discount the possibility that there could be some familiarity bias playing into his feelings; after all, he knew Chris better than Maxim, being on the same sports team and such. Maxim's reply to Chris' story was hesitant, weak and suspicious, and the boy took a few steps away as he spoke. Alexander wondered if he was planning to cut out. He wondered whether Maxim had considered—or even knew, for that matter—that he was talking to two members of the track team.

He didn't want Maxim nervous, at least, not enough so to attack or flee. If Chris was telling the truth, then every moment Maxim spent talking with them here was one he wasn't spending out menacing other people. If Chris was the one being deceitful, then Alexander figured he was a heck of a lot better off with an armed guy backing him up. It was very possible that Maxim was afraid not because he was lying, but because he was aware of his limitations in the situation and thought that he was simply about to be killed and robbed by two people rather than just one.

Alexander knew he could spend ages chasing this around, poking holes in stories and making snap judgements, but that would not actually be all that useful to any of them. While they were together in such a tense state of being, it was inevitable that things would turn worse. What they needed was to deescalate, and if that wasn't going to happen, Alexander didn't want to spend a second more than necessary figuring that out. He'd come up with a solution he was pretty sure would resolve this in either a good fashion or a speedy one, and he wouldn't be on the worse end whichever way it went.

"Have you guys ever heard the story of King Solomon?" Alexander said. "I mean, it's pretty common knowledge, with the half babies and all. Anyways, I think Solomon's wisdom is quite applicable here."

He rolled his shoulders, working out a hint of tension that had slipped into his stance. This was nothing to worry about, really.

"I don't know who's lying, but one of you is. Meanwhile, you both know I'm on the level. If I was planning to mess you up, I would've by now. I'm the neutral one in this situation, and you're both turning to me to give you a hand. You obviously trust me enough to stake your case on that, since you're already assuming I won't just pick whatever gives me a leg up.

"So, here's the easy solution: you both give me your weapons and stuff to hold while we talk. We figure out who's right, or we decide we don't care anymore, whatever the case, we resolve stuff and I give you your things back and we figure out where to go from there. This just removes the awkward bit where you two look like you might try to kill each other mid-sentence."

Alexander didn't know if they'd like his proposal, however sound and logical it was. He wasn't even counting on them liking it. He did hope they'd go along with it; it'd be the easiest way to right their situation, and the most likely to end with everyone happy. Alexander didn't plan on stealing their belongings, and he was pretty sure they'd be able to realize that easily, since he could have most likely reached and attacked either of them without too much trouble when they were so busy focusing on each other.
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Maxim’s response to Chris's story started shakily and it made Chris smile. When the first words of his defence were blatantly to buy himself time so that he could think up a suitable lie. The lie he came up with wasn't actually that bad all things considered apart from the fact anyone who knew Chris would know he wouldn't do anything like that; especially not out of the blue. If he'd been baited by Maxim, then maybe events would've played out like he'd described. But even in that situation Chris was more likely to just destroy Maxim in a fight.

As Maxim was talking though Chris was distracted by the fact he seemed to be slowly moving back towards the doorway of the room they'd been in. It looked to Chris like he was getting ready to bolt. That struck Chris as a phenomenally bad idea for a couple of reasons. The first being it would cement his guilt and then Chris and Alex would be able to spread the word about him to anyone else they met and the second and most important was that Maxim had no hope of getting away since both Chris and Alex were members of the track team. They'd be able to chase him down without much effort and Maxim wouldn't be able to try and stop them because he wouldn't be able to shoot at them if he was running. Granted Maxim may not have been aware that both of them were on the track team but either way it was a bad situation for Maxim.

Then again if Maxim was busy focusing on lying and setting up his escape he probably wouldn't be thinking of shooting Chris which made Chris slightly more relaxed. Of course he was still on edge because of anger and adrenaline but without the imminent threat of being shot Chris felt a lot more comfortable to just talk. That didn't mean he didn't want to beat Maxim to a pulp because he still wanted too and Chris had the feeling that if Maxim did get away he'd keep that feeling. It wasn't just because Maxim had tried to steal from him it was that he'd managed to steal from and hurt an innocent person. Chris felt like he had to do something about it because if he didn't Maxim would probably continue and more people would get hurt. Chris didn't want to let that happen if he had a chance to stop it.

That was why Alex's suggestion was so appealing to him. All he had to do was give Alex his bag. It was a simple plan, of course if Maxim decided he didn't want to play along they'd be in trouble, but it was a risk Chris was willing to take. Plus he'd managed to beat Maxim up when Maxim had a gun so he didn't see any reason why he wouldn't be able to do it when Maxim was unarmed. Chris also had no intention of letting Maxim get his gun back; it was too dangerous for everyone else. Sure Maxim hadn't been able to rob him but there was no way they could stop him attacking others as soon as they all went their separate ways. In the end Chris decided that giving Alex his bag was easily the best course of action, as long as Maxim followed his lead they'd be fine.

"Sure, you can have my bag." He said as he threw the bag near Alex's feet from his sitting position. "I beat Maxim up without my weapon anyway." Chris then looked at Maxim. "Now it's your turn." He said pointing at Maxim's bag.
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Maxim raised his eyebrow when Alex mentioned the story of King Solomon. Maxim had never heard of it before and judging by how it involved half babies, he doubted he wanted to know what it was about. He waited for Alex to continued to talk about how he was the neutral one in this situation and how he wasn't going to screw them over even if he had the opportunity to. Part of Maxim doubted him but he didn't say anything, instead content to just stay quiet and listen to Alexander, chewing his lip.

At Alex's suggestion, Maxim gritted his teeth, chewing his mouth harder and looked at the floor. He instinctively clung to his bag as he knew he wasn't going to give it away. He couldn't give it away. If he gave away his things and his gun, not only would he lose the thing that was going to keep him alive in the game, he also would give away prime evidence for his lies due to the extra rations that were in his bag that she stole of Dylan. Either way, Maxim would be screwed. That was why he went with the option that gave him a greater chance of survival.

As Chris gave Alexander his bag, Maxim just stared quietly at the floor, unable to look at them in the eyes. His anger had subsided and had replaced with apprehension. He didn't bother shooting a glare at Chris when he said he could beat Maxim in a fight. He was probably right. At Chris's statement to give up his bag, Maxim only clung onto it tighter. He didn't know what to do now. He really got himself into a situation that was unfavorable to him.

He stood still for a moment as his mind just went blank. What was he supposed to do? Maxim didn't want to kill Chris anymore. His desire for his death was driven by his anger. Now that he had calmed down, Maxim was just preoccupied with surviving. He should kill them and knew he had to kill if he wanted to survive in this game. At the same time, a part of Maxim didn't want to hurt anyone. Maxim was confused and conflicting thoughts were swarming around in his head. He nearly lost himself to his thoughts, but Maxim had to react now to Alexander and Chris.

"I'm sorry... I just can't do that." Maxim said apologetically as he shook his head. "I never wanted this to happen, but.... but... I guess it had to. I just wanted to survive. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. Yet, I did. Dylan was never supposed to have that happen to her. She wasn't. You have to believe me! However, now that I have started, I can't stop." Maxim told Alexander and Chris, genuine pain within his voice. His face was contorted in sadness and pain as he remembered the image of Dylan. That image was going to haunt him to his death.

"That's why I have to do this. I really don't want to, but I have to. The Program. It's about survival of the fittest, nothing more. We can lie to ourselves by saying there is a way to escape, where in reality there isn't. That's why I have to take the initiative. I'm really sorry guys, but there's no other way." Maxim apologized to the two of them as he raised his gun at the both of them, moving towards the door to make his exit.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot. This time, I mean it."
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Just as it had in the time of King Solomon, the truth revealed itself when the faker couldn't bear the thought of possibly losing. Alexander smiled. Bam. Game, set, match. He almost laughed as Maxim raised the gun to threaten him. It was nearly cute, though more than a little pathetic. The boy really hadn't figured out what was going on. It was as if he thought that Alexander was too stupid to think a situation fully through before committing to a course of action.

"I doubt it," Alexander said, his voice dropping, becoming a little bit slower and quieter. "I paid attention in history class. I know guns like yours have shit accuracy, take a minute to reload, and only carry one shot at a time."

He probably could have gone on to deconstruct the situation further, but it hardly seemed necessary. Maxim had fallen prey to the same thing Alexander had seen happen to many students on The Program. A gun had granted him delusions of grandeur, feelings of invincibility and superiority, and he'd let them color his interactions. It was the same all over America, and it was the one aspect of the culture Alexander found most exhausting. People were so used to doing what they were told and following orders that they sometimes forgot to think in situations where it was really necessary. Guns held an air of mystique about them, since they were disallowed for civilian use. Nobody their age enough experience with them to know what was true and what was not, so they assumed that guns were simply magical engines of destruction, totally failing to account for the amount of training it took a soldier to be battle-ready.

Worse still for Maxim, he hadn't even bothered to perform simple subtraction. Chris had sent the boy on the run earlier, and Alexander was sure he was at least Chris' equal when it came to stuff like the capacity for beating up snotty little rebels. Even in the worst case scenario, two minus one left Maxim with a fight he had to know he couldn't win. That was leaving aside the fact that his gun was designed in a time when war consisted of lines of men shooting at each other, when things like bullets veering a good bit to the side didn't matter so much because somebody on the opposing side would likely still end up dead. It was ignoring that he couldn't have possibly shot the thing more than five times in his life, meaning his proficiency couldn't be high.

The chair felt nice and heavy in Alexander's hand, which was convenient because he was strongly considering its potential as a bludgeon. Maxim had made a few stupid moves so far. It really wasn't that surprising in retrospect; anyone who spoke out about the government and America's policies as loudly and publicly as he did had to be a bit lacking in common sense. Alexander knew Maxim might try something else dumb here, and he had to be ready to give pummeling the boy his best shot if it came to that.

He didn't really want it to come to that.

"If you fire, I swear I'll kill you," Alexander added. "Otherwise, we can still talk and all walk away."

He hoped Chris was up to taking his side in this. He had a sneaking suspicion that maybe the boy hadn't understood their situation as well as he himself had. Alexander was used to being a bit ahead of the curve, though, and he was used to bringing other people up to speed.

It was almost funny, he realized, because he'd done exactly the thing that had first set him off about Maxim, summarizing information that the person being addressed obviously already knew for the benefit of a third party. Of course, Alexander hadn't lied. His choice to speak had also served a dual purpose, hopefully alleviating a good bit of Chris' worry while also letting Maxim knew that, yes, Alexander did know the score. It put the ball back in Maxim's court.

Now, they'd see how it shook out. Things had gone quickly. It was time to hope that they ended well. Alexander didn't want to hurt anyone, but at the same time, he didn't feel like he'd made any promises he wouldn't feel perfectly comfortable trying to see through to their conclusion if that was how Maxim wanted to play it.
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