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** Zora Spencer, female no. 16, continued from… They Think It's All Over...

The evening had crept up faster than Zora anticipated, bringing with it an increased sense of urgency as she found herself far from her destination and night looming on the horizon. The last thing she wanted was to be caught in the dark with no shelter or protection, God only know what would be lurking around in the night.

In a perfect world, she would’ve been barricaded in the cabin hours ago, safe from any threat with a warm fire and a soft bed. She could’ve whipped up something nice for dinner, maybe some chicken soup using one of the MREs and some toasted bread. Nothing special, but good and filling. And most importantly—warm.

She braced herself for a moment before plunging her hand into the icy cold water, mentally willing the bottle in hand to fill up faster.

What she wouldn’t give for the warmth.

She had found her way to the Stream some time ago; stopping to rest for what she thought would be around ten minutes or so while she ate some bread and replenished her water supply, but found herself caught off guard when the first announcement crackled to life.

Perhaps she was jaded, or maybe the realization hadn’t quite fully hit, but she wasn’t surprised in the least to learn that three people had already been killed. She comforted herself with the knowledge that they’d be safe with God in Heaven, but it didn’t help her from thinking about their families and about the good memories she had, with Caleb in particular. It was kind of embarrassing think about, but he had been her first crush way back in kindergarten. She remembered playing Army with him and having to be the nurse, which amounted to her giving the ‘soldiers’ candy when they got hurt to help them get better. He liked Baby Ruth’s the most though, so she’d save them especially for him. It never went anywhere further than puppy love, but she was always happy they were friends.

And now he was gone, with nothing more than half a second on an announcement as tribute.

He was killed by a colored girl; Brigid too. Just Americans gone so far.

She clenched her eyes shut for a second, fighting back tears and trying to stop her imagination from visualizing their deaths.

She pulled her bottle from the icy water and screwed the cap back on, ignoring the pins and needles of numbness in her hand as she steeled her facial expression. Thinking about it was helping nothing, especially not with the threat of night looming. Mourning was a luxury and something she could do when she was safely at the cabin.

Or home, better yet.

Quickly, she unscrewed the cap to her last bottle and began filling it up, attempting to ignore the unsettling quiet of the area.

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((Yumi Nunes continued from It's Cold Outside, But I Have Nowhere To Go))

Yumi had been running for a while. She had no idea if the girl with the gun was still following her, but she didn't want to risk being caught, so she had just kept running until she was too tired to keep going. She saw a stream ahead of her and decided that it looked like a nice place to rest. She stopped for a moment to take a drink of water, then walked over to the stream.

The stream itself was beautiful. The water was clear, and the way it flowed downstream was almost hypnotic. She wished that she could just jump into the stream and float away. Away to a better place, away to a place where teenagers don't have to kill each other because of the demands of a corrupt government. But no matter how much she wished for it, that place didn't exist, at least not in this country, and certainly not at the end of that stream.

Yumi pute her bag on the ground and sat slumped against a tree to rest her legs. She watched the water go by like the majestic natural wonder it was. There was a small comfort in the flowing of the gentle stream. This was a kind of natural beauty that deserved a poem to be written about it, and if Yumi had had her notebook at the time, she probably would have obliged. Instead, all she had were her thoughts.

Gentle stream, so beautiful.
You flow from now till morrow.
If only you knew how I felt
and could wash away my sorrow.


As Yumi surveyed the stream, she noticed a blonde girl filling up her canteen only a few feet away. Yumi squeaked in surprise and flinched, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She had no idea who the girl was, but she sincerely hoped that she hadn't heard her. At the very least, Yumi prayed that the girl wouldn't be hostile.
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[[Erin Underwood continues from that other thread I'll link later]]

The fact that the other girl had no idea Erin was following her was indeed a good thing.

The hunt had indeed been going on for a while. Erin dared to face the tightening grip of the pines in a foolhardy attempt to finish what she had started. She was athletic, yet her stealth was untested. And the truth of it all was all beginning to dawn on her.

But finally, she stopped. Erin stopped as well, almost six shadows behind her as the girl who had become her prey rested once again. It wasn't fair. Erin deserved that rest, not her. Erin deserved to be the one thinking clearly and resting her tired and sore legs as she tried to think of her many, many plans, nearly all of which were falling from her mind.

Erin couldn't remember why she was doing this. She hadn't eaten, she hadn't drunk, she hadn't done anything in what seemed like hours, because all she knew now was that she had to kill this girl.

But someone else was here. There was no more easy outs for her. It was going to have to be done from a distance.

From behind a bush behind a tree behind the two girl's fields of vision, Erin's eye twitched as she tried to line up what she thought was the sight of the gun with the girl resting on the grass. Once she kept her grip this time and she pulled the trigger, it would all be better. Erin knew it would. It had to be, because that was what she had been telling herself forever now.

Her finger twitched, and once again she was so close from pulling the trigger.

But instead, a twig snapped behind her.

Erin kept her posture, but was literally a hair's breadth away from pulling the trigger as she span around.
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((Becky Long continued from Aimless))

Becky had been spending the better part of the day in blissful denial over how seriously everyone else had been taking the Program. If it weren’t for Crazy Max’s ramblings that she’d heard only a few hours ago, Becky might’ve even believed that no-one else had so much as thrown a fist at anyone yet, save for her little scuffle in the cabin.

The announcement spat in the face of her sheltered denial. If it was to be believed, (and why would it lie?) then three of the people that she’d gone to school with were already dead. No-one she was mega close to, but the fact that they might actually have died shook her to the core. Particularly unnerving was the supposed death of Caleb Smartt: whilst she’d never admit nor embrace it, she’d always carried a small thing for the all American guy who now had an extra hole in his head.

But it was still possible that they had made it up. After all, you couldn’t convince everyone else to kill each other if no-one had killed anyone yet. Sceptical as she was, until she saw Caleb or Emily or the corpse of whoever the third person was, there was no guarantee that they were legit dead and that everything really had gone to hell.

Never the less, she took down note of the danger zones. Even if they made up the dead kids, it didn’t make sense to make up the areas where they’d just kill you. That would defeat the purpose of the entire Program if no-one ever died.

Then again, that purpose didn’t make a lick of sense. Nothing about the Program made sense; it never had, and it wasn’t becoming any clearer from the inside. It wasn’t like they were dying for their country; they weren’t in some battlefield fighting insurgents or expanding America’s borders and none of them were traitors as far as she knew. So why did the Program exist?

She’d been following the meandering stream for a while now, ever since she’d snuck away from the stone circle, stopping to check her bearings with the map whenever the trail got too thin. The moon made for a good waypoint, and when the trees got too thick she had the compass, that she’d finally discovered in her bag, for extra guidance, even if she had only the evening light to make it out. It was a risky journey, trekking through the woods at night, but the appeal of a warm bed in the town kept her going as the autumn chill cut through her.

It was only by chance that she saw Erin before Erin saw her.

She stopped where she was, trying to make out who the figure was in the light of the moon, but the shape was indistinguishable from behind. It was a girl, she could tell that much, but nothing more. Becky took a brief moment to ponder if it’d be worth saying hello, given her last encounter with others had led to an awkward third wheel state, and that this new person might’ve been more pleasant.

The light of the moon glinting off the barrel of Erin’s Ruger, however, convinced her otherwise.

It was only the second gun that Becky had seen in her life, but in a stranger’s hands it became far more meaningful than when one was held by her deluded friend. It turned the stranger into a mugger in the night, someone who’d gotten the weapon on the black market, who would’ve left her for dead in an alley back home if she was some timid girl who couldn’t kick ass when threatened instead of a trained ass kicker. However, provoking an armed stranger for no good reason still seemed reasonably stupid.

But Erin wasn’t just standing there, which drew in Becky’s curiosity. Erin was clearly aiming her pistol at something.

Though common sense would say to stay away, just let her do whatever it was she was going to do then wait for her to leave, common sense was never a strong point for Becky Long. She did her best to keep quiet, the soft undergrowth thankfully scarce of leaves that were crispy enough to make a sound, even as the trees began to hibernate. Though with her sights set on Erin, Zora remained unseen just ahead in the dim light, the sight of Yumi huddled against a tree, blissfully unaware of the bullet that could soon kill her, finally became distinguishable as Becky grew near. Though she couldn’t identify the girl that she’d earlier attacked for no real reason, the fact remained that Erin’s murderous intent was obvious.

Whilst she still believed, even hoped, that the rest of the class hadn’t started murdering each other, the fact that one of her classmates was silently aiming a lethal weapon for another one was hard evidence to deny.

Suddenly Becky’s next move became entirely critical: if she just walked away, Yumi might have very well died if Erin really was playing for keeps, as impossible as it seemed, and then her blood would be on Becky’s hands. The entire situation wasn’t her fault, she just happened to walk in there at the wrong time, but at the same time the superheroes in all of her cartoons would’ve turned on her in shame if she’d walked away when she could have intervened. They were just cartoon characters, so it’s not like they meant anything, but that didn’t mean that Becky was going to disappoint the virtues that they promoted, despite the gravity of the life or death circumstances that tried to shout reason at her.

Keeping up her best effort to remain quiet, she crept up behind Erin as the girl took her aim, her own feet quickening in their pace as the adrenaline started to surge through her whilst Erin’s finger slowly tightened on the trigger. She could leap on to her from behind, wrestle her to the ground and then throw the gun as far away as she needed to. What she had to do next would probably just come to her by instinct, and it wouldn’t be important anymore as Erin would be disarmed, and it was pretty much guaranteed she could take her in a fair fight.

That was the plan, until she broke the same twig that caused Erin to spin around, gun still in hand.

She paused only for a second as the weapon chose her as its new target to fear for her life. Then, wild instincts taking over, she let out her piercing kiai scream and lashed her foot out at Erin’s chest, thinking of nothing but how to avoid that bullet loaded in the gun winding up in her gut.
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(Tori Gavlik continued from somewhere)

Tori had run until she was exhausted and hoarse, and by that time she had come to what looked to be a stream. Parched from the run, Tori knelt down and began to greedily gulp down the water, while attempting to not make much noises. As she was recovering from the trauma of seeing a dead body, the Announcements came on.

Oh sweet Jesus Christ, the Announcements.

Not only had Caleb died, but Emily and Brigid too. Tori didn't know much about both girls, but a person was still a person. Nobody deserved to die here, even if life out there would be a fate worse than death for the minorities. This idyllic valley has turned into a living hell for the students of Patriot High, and was quickly turning into their graveyard as well.

There were other implications as well. The elimination of the cabin and ruin as places to hide, people would have to be drawn out of their hidey-holes and killed en masse. Of course, this was the purpose of the new mechanism, but it was still terrible. Plus, there were more people to mistrust. Dylan and Clara were given, but Robin as a murderer surprised Tori. She didn't look like the killer she was when Tori last saw her. If a sniveling mess could become a player, who would be next? Yumi? Louisa? Stephanie's quip about Maxim was much more believable now. That meant that now she could trust nobody, even her friends. She was now free to snivel all she wanted. Nobody to calm down anymore.

As she was sitting there and listening to the announcements, a twig broke in the distance. She paid no attention to it until she heard a boot connect with a chest a few feet away. Squeaking and scooting into a bush for the second time today, she peeked around the corner and addressed the scene. Apparently a girl had kicked another girl in the chest with a third and fourth girl somewhere else. Part of Tori wanted to run, but another part of her wanted to stick around and watch. Either way, she was rooted to the spot, forced to watch this terrible show by some ethereal being.
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(OOC: Uhm, is there a reason Tori is unable to see Zora who is filling up her water bottles is the same stream Tori is drinking from, but can see the girls BEHIND Zora fighting???? O_O)

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(OOC: Sorry. A combination of crappy hotel Wi-Fi and the fact that I haven't written a proper post in more than a week has affected my mind)
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Of course it couldn't have been as easy as that. It was never going to be easy to kill another girl, let alone in pale moonlight, but if this was how it had to be, then this was how it had to be.

The intruder was right there, and Erin's finger was itching for it to be pulled. Option number one was opening up right then and there. But then the girl she couldn't quite figure out jumped. Right towards Erin in fact. And she was quick, she was incredibly quick, more quick than Erin was. She had no time to react as a shoe came flying towards her chest and the force sent her flying backwards, he feet barely touching the ground.

She felt her back hit something hard, possibly a tree. The thump as her back hit the bark was loud to her, but there was barely any pain. No, the real pain came only a few moments later when her head followed suit, and instead of the same rough bark clanging against her head, Erin felt something sharp puncture the skin at the back of her neck.

Erin's eyes sprung fully open in fear, in realization of what had just happened, and if she had the ability to move her body there might have been some sort of struggle. But just as quick as Erin's game started, it was over. Her eyes fell vacant, her body limp, still hanging off the tree by the sharp branch puncturing up through her spine and into her brain.

She could have looked for that third option that was probably the dream of a fool. She tried to take the first option. But this, this was the inevitable second option for everyone who became a victim of The Program.

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Yumi was still wary of the girl at the riverbank, but the girl didn't seem to notice her. Perhaps if she tried to stay quiet, the girl would pass by and not even notice her at all.

This attempt at stealth was ruined when Yumi heard a noise coming from elsewhere on the riverbank. Yumi turned to look at the sound and was greeted by a frightening sight. The girl that had attacked her in the cabin was there, but that wasn't the scary thing. The scary thing was that another girl was there as well, and Yumi vaguely recognized her as someone else that had attacked her in the Program. But something was different about the second girl. She wasn't moving, and her body looked kind of limp, and... Oh my god...

Yumi screamed. The girl was dead, and her killer was standing right there. Yumi removed her hands from her knees and sat stiff against the tree she was under. Someone had just been killed near her, and she was terrified that she would be next.
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Chaos seized the area before Zora had even had a chance to breath. The eerie, but welcomed silence had quickly broken way to frantic rustling followed by shrill cries of both fury and terror in the forest behind her. Her mind was a haze of panic, a rush of emotions and plans of escape boring into her skull as she whipped her head around to face the commotion.

Through the darkness and the tall pines, she could only make out subtle outlines of figures, but that was all it took. Suddenly Zora was six years old again, petrified by the shadows in the corner of her room. Only this time, she had no covers to hide under, no night light to ward them off, and no Daddy to tell her it was all her imagination.

Amidst the confusion, she hadn’t registered clambering to her feet, nor dropping her bottle of water in the shallow stream in her haste. Not even the daggers of cold on her ankles as she sprinted across to the other side of the stream were able to shake her from her panic.

The only thing on her mind was getting as far away from the monsters in the forest as she could, once more letting her body and God guide her as she tore through the pine stands.


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Becky breathed heavily as the dust settled around her, her "fight" with Erin not even worthy of being called one. Her opponent stood there against the tree, a look of shock frozen on her face, as her body went limp.

She would have gloated at her victory, just like her one with Shawn, but her win was tainted with an alien feeling, one so different from when she’d kicked Shawn twice in the nuts just a few hours ago. There had been the element of danger, the lack of rules that all her sparring had been tied down by before, but that was just a fistfight. Erin had been prepared to shoot someone, had even turned the gun on Becky for a few brief seconds, and it was only by her sheer skill that she hadn’t had to find out what a gun firing was like. It wasn’t a feeling of excitement at her win that she was feeling, so much as a relief for her safety.

Erin still didn’t move.

A scream, Yumi’s, broke through the silence, drawing Becky’s attention away from the, unbeknownst to her, corpse. Just as quickly, Becky turned her attention back to Erin to make sure she was still dead after seeing what had caused the scream. Incapable of knowing what either person could do, her focus switched between the two, back and forth. Whilst she was obviously capable of handling anything that might stand to hurt her, as experience had shown, letting her guard down was a basic tenet of how to get jumped and break her winning streak.

Never the less, Erin and Yumi’s mutual stillness was enough to let Becky relax enough to think.

“It’s okay!” she finally called out to the girl, whom she’d saved from an imminent bullet related death. “I..” she started, looking back at Erin, who still stood limp, propped up as a lifeless puppet by a murdering tree branch. What HAD she done to her, exactly?

“Well, you’re safe now!” she continued, cutting off her own line of questioning. She started jogging over to Yumi, eyes drawn back to Erin, who continued her corpse-like stillness, but it didn’t take her long to actually recognise the girl she’d introduced herself to by kicking in the chest.

“You?!”
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Tori squeezed her eyes shut before she even knew it, and was hesitant to open them. When she finally did, though, she regretted it.

There, lo and behold, was Erin Underwood. She wasn't okay, though. It's hard to be okay when there's a freaking tree branch through your head. A tree branch to the head isn't a pretty sight, and it wasn't the first gruesome head injury Tori had seen that day. She'd throw up if she had anything left in her stomach.

If there were people killing each other already, Tori was in deep shit. She was in the midst of a murderer, and she could be next. There was only one other person around for the girl (Who, Tori realized with great shock, was Becky Long) to kill, since Zora Spencer ran away from the scene of the crime. She couldn't blame her, though. Tori would run away if she could.

But she couldn't. Not because of petrified fear, but because of rage. Erin may have tried to jump Becky, but that wasn't an excuse to kill the girl. Maybe they could've negotiated and become allies, but instead one of them was dead. The other was calming down a screaming girl and shocked by her own actions. Tori knew what she had to do.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Tori screamed, storming towards Becky. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WAS THAT?!" She'd already formulated a plan. Chew out Becky, grab the gun, and then maybe shoot her, vigilante style. The Program was testing her nerves, and her calm demeanor was long gone. A demeanor like that was useless in a game like this.
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Things only got worse once the other girl died. The killer came over to Yumi and started trying to say something, possibly an excuse. Whatever it was, she couldn't seem to get more than one or two words out at a time. After failing to say anything meaningful, the killer recognized Yumi, possibly from having kicked her way back at the beginning of the Program.

“You?!”

Yumi instinctively backed away from the girl. Not only had the girl attacked her before, but she had just killed someone, and had proven that she could not be trusted.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WAS THAT?!"

The situation grew even further when another girl came over and started screaming at the killer. Everything was happening too fast, and it was all too much for Yumi. While the killer was distracted by the screaming girl, Yumi grabbed her bag and ran. She had tried to stay out of danger three times, and each time someone ended up being attacked, or in this case, killed.

She just wanted it all to stop.

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Becky had never expected to meet Yumi again, not so soon after she’d laid into her back at the cabin. Between Erin’s sudden stillness and the unfriendly face, things were moving a bit too fast around Becky for her to keep up. The sudden arrival of a shouting Tori did very little to help the situation, leaving the girl more bewildered by the moment.

Becky only knew Tori as one of Maxim’s friends. Maybe they had said hey to each other when Max was around, or just given a quick nod in the hallway, but if that’d been the case they were entirely meaningless gestures. As an introverted loner to Becky’s social extravert, there was never much chance of the two really bonding.

“What?! I was saving her!” she shouted back, taking only a moment’s pause to recover from Tori’s sudden arrival on the scene of the crime. “She’d have shot her if I hadn’t showed up!”

She waved towards Yumi, or rather the spot where Yumi had once been. Her eyes darted around, the adrenaline from her skirmish with Erin still keeping her on edge, until she spotted Yumi fleeing in the distance. “Wait!” she screamed after her, not so much wanting Yumi to stay as she was just doing the first thing that came to mind at that point. Alas, soon Yumi had disappeared into the trees, lost in the middle of the night.

“Great, you scared her off!” she said, going back to yelling at Tori in all the chaos. “You want to yell at someone, yell at her!” she continued, pointing at Erin, stealing a glance at her to make sure she was still there.

From before, looking straight on, the branch that had been holding Erin up had been quite well concealed by her corpse. Now, seeing her from the new position she’d reached whilst trying to comfort Yumi, the branch was just visible enough that Becky could put two and two together.

“Oh my -” she started, her voice dropping to barely a hushed whisper, but not for long.

“Oh my, Oh my – Shit! Shit!!” she stuttered, screamed, and finally just stood there wordlessly, jaw dropped in horror whilst her brain worked a mile a minute to understand anything anymore.
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"I can't yell at her, she's a little too dead." Tori snarled back as Becky began to panic. A murderer panicking over their dead victim? Preposterous! She was prepared to kill, so Becky should've known that Erin would end up dead. You can't do something and be surprise by the pretty obvious outcome.

Tori felt a little pang of guilt as she wrenched the gun out of Erin's dead hands. It was somewhat heavy, but bearable. Tori turned it over in her hands, while saying "Look at what the Program has done to us. I'm a raging sociopath and you're a murderer." It looked like something out of an old Western movie, with a circular black barrel and a wooden handle. Something that might've killed Becky or Tori or Yumi (or Zora), but it indirectly killed its bearer. Ironic much?

"I could kill you right now," Tori said blankly, still staring at the gun. It was a weapon of mass destruction, or at least to an extremely childish high school student. "But I'm not."
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Everything was suddenly standing still. Becky kept staring at the corpse of Erin Underwood, the corpse that she had created, as a sickly lump grew in her throat. All she’d wanted to do was to save a random girl from getting shot, instead of walking away and leaving her to her inevitable death. She’d never thought about killing the assailant, or even what would happen after she’d kicked her ass. Yet all it had taken was one misplaced foot, and now one of her classmates was impaled on a tree.

It was just like the time she’d beaten up Tammy Warner in sixth grade, except times a million. Her parents had been so mad at her, the teacher had been telling her off non-stop, there was talk of anger management at some point, but she’d never really meant to hurt Tammy back then; all she’d wanted was for her to shut up. She hadn’t even been that badly hurt in the end, either.

Not like Erin, who was about as hurt as any person could be, being dead and all.

As she felt the buzzing of a panicked swarm in her stomach, trying to force her meager dinner of bread back up out her mouth, Tori made her move to start looting the body. Becky wasn’t thinking about what she was doing as she approached, she was still far too stunned by the fact that she was a freaking murderer, but when Tori pulled the gun out of Erin's hand, she regained Becky's attention through bringing about the terrifying presence of danger, enough for her to listen to her properly.

What Tori said did not help the situation.

It took her a moment to get words together; the sheer shock of what Tori had flatly stated put the chaos of her thoughts into further disarray. All she could do was stare back at her with a blank face, the implication she'd put forward sounding completely impossible. However, the skeptic inside her was growing weary with the Program, and what little reasoning she still had in her delirious state finally burst out of her mind and into words.

“Why?! Why do you want to kill me?!” she screamed. It was yet another person she’d known, not as on good terms as Maxim but still better than a stranger, who was turning around and announcing their willingness to kill her straight to her face. It was like every hour she spent in the Program, more and more people were getting ready to put a bullet in her head.

“What did I ever do to you Tori?! Erin wasn’t your friend, was she?! I didn’t try to kill you, all I did was try to save Yumi!” she kept screaming, her voice threatening to run hoarse as the words grew more desperate, but she kept screaming. “I didn’t want to kill Erin, so don’t try to kill me like I did it on purpose!”

An accidental murder: it might've persuaded a jury of manslaughter, but would it persuade Tori to let her live, despite her claim of no murder attempts? Would everyone else on the island decide that she was the one who killed Erin, just because an announcement said so? Would it be enough to convince herself of her own innocence?

None of that mattered right now. What mattered right now was how much Tori was driving Becky crazy.
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"It doesn't matter if it was in self-defense!" Tori snapped, waving the gun around. "You could've rendered her unconscious instead of killing her! Nobody, not even those assholes like Brian, deserves to die in this damned game, and you've just submitted." Tori motioned towards Erin with a scowl. "The government wants to murder us all, and why?! Is there a point to this killing?! As I said before, I'm not killing you, or anybody. I'm not going to submit and slaughter my classmates. They can't make me."

Tori's rant, combined with her previous screams, had rendered her parched and exhausted. Sighing, she reached into her bag and took out a bottle of water. Fumbling with the cap and managing to open it, she sipped from it thoughtfully. Turning back to Becky, she continued her rant/speech/whatever it was now.

"We clear on that, I was saying I could, not that I would." She affirmed with her. "I know it was accidental. Sorry about that." Now that the rage was gone (thanks to that rant), she came back to her senses and began to notice that an alliance might be salvageable. "But people will think you've murdered her voluntarily. Players will think you're a threat and target you. Vigilantes will see you as a bloodthirsty monster and shoot you on sight. Everybody else will see you as dangerous and avoid you. In a nutshell, nobody will talk to you again." Tori paused to take another sip from her bottle. Giving speeches was sure hard work. "Listen, I know that you didn't mean it, but others don't know that. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't do that again voluntarily, so I know I'm safe." She looked Becky in the eye. "Right? Will you murder again?" Tori tightened her grip on the gun.

Cause if you will, I'll have to pop off your kneecap.
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Becky just wanted to keep screaming back at Tori as she shouted her twisted logic back at her. She hadn’t even been trying to kill Erin, she never would have, but Tori just kept coming at her like kicking someone onto a tree branch was a perfectly predictable consequence to trying to play hero. She could keep telling her that she was a murderer all she wanted, but Becky was never going to accept that title, even if she was really starting to want to kick Tori onto a tree branch now too.

Yet Tori just decided to flip her off even more by taking time out of their argument to quench her first. Becky could just stand there with another stunned look on her face, one the displayed just how offended almost anyone would be when someone took a drink break from screaming in your face when there was a dead body right behind them. The fact that she decided to get civil right after, like she’d washed all the screaming out of her throat, did not sit well with the increasingly pissed off Becky Long.

The apology was unexpected, but insufficient. It kept her from shouting back at her for long enough for Tori to keep going, but only basic manners was how she’d been raised. She wasn’t going to grab her own water whilst Tori was talking, even as her throat burned raw from her constant shouting that day, that was for sure.

Tori’s follow up, however, tossed Becky’s courtesy back out the window just by the sheer scale of how insulting it was.

“What the hell is your problem, Tori? You grab a gun, say how you could kill me, and then you’re gonna talk to me about how everyone else is gonna kill me too? What is your freaking problem!?” she was shouting again, but nothing could stop her anymore, not even herself. “Not everyone else is like you! Not everyone is so freaking stupid that they won’t understand it was an accident! If you really don’t think I’m gonna kill you, then-“ her tirade paused, as she tried to think of way to get Tori to shut the hell up and stop acting like she was so much better than her. The fact that her grip still held the gun tightly gave her the idea.

“Then throw the gun away! Prove it!
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"Oh come on, Becky!" Tori snapped back, stepping forward. She had pissed off the second girl today, and it didn't look like she was going to stop. So much for keeping quiet. "The only people who saw it were you, me, Yumi and Zora. If your logic is fine, then all the deaths were accidental!" Tori almost grabbed Becky by the collar, but had enough common sense to do it. The rest of her sense, however, had long gone away.

"And I know that's bullshit. I saw Clara shoot Caleb. That was legit murder, and paranoia had taken over everybody here. Nobody is stupid enough to go 'Oh, she killed so-and so? It must've been an accident!'" Tori winced as the picture of Caleb's corpse materialized in her head, but she kept it headstrong. God, it was stupid trying to rationalize with Becky! Tori's been pissing people off every day or cowering, and she'll be dead soon if this keeps up. Hell, Becky could kill her right now!

"Besides, look at all those overly patriotic kids! They'll be hunting people down anyway, and trust between friends has been completely obliterated. I'm not sure I can trust my own friends!"" Tori stopped and heaved. Stepping back, she glared at Becky. The command from Becky came as a shock. Did this girl expect her to throw away something that could keep her safe?! Nobody's stupid enough to do that! It's like taking off your life jacket over the Mariana Trench, or throwing away your flashlight in a haunted forest! "Hah, sure, like I'm-" Then, Tori's common sense went out the window. Her mind came up with the absurd idea to comply with Becky, just to spite her. It didn't make sense, but it sounded brilliant at the time. Bravo, bravo, give the girl a prize!

Tori laughed. "Really, okay," Tori didn't drop it, she threw it on the ground, landing at Becky's feet. "Fine. Happy now, murderer?" The Filipino girl smirked and took three huge steps back, to show it even more. She stretched that last part, just to piss off Becky. It was the entire reason she was doing this whole thing.
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The screaming match wasn’t getting them anywhere, except further and further into their conflicting fits of anger. Tori’s unique brand of logic, better known as total freaking stupidity, would’ve made her easily dismissible under normal circumstances. However, Becky never was the type to just dismiss someone, especially when they were still calling her a freaking murderer that everyone was going to try to kill to her face, and a dead body just a few feet away from both of them was still rendering this far from normal circumstances.

When Tori raised the gun, unbeknownst to Becky that her intention was only to throw it, every muscle in Becky’s body clenched up as Tori laughed, if only for a moment. When it came flying at her feet, she brought up her arms whilst letting out another yelp, expecting a loaded gun to smack her right in the face. When instead, it thudded harmlessly at her feet, she could only look back and forth between it and Tori, the latter continuing to push her luck with her unbelievably annoying stupidity.

The opportunity to finish Tori off permanently was lying right at her feet. It would be so easy to just pick the gun up, point it at her, and make her shut up forever. She’d get a gun, which everyone who seemed to have one was enjoying very much, whilst getting to also deal with someone she really really hated at this point. It would've been very easy and very cathartic.

But, instead of taking the practical route, Becky decided to just be petty. Looking Tori straight in the eye, she took her challenge head on and threw every shred of gun safety that she didn’t know out the window. With a single swing of her foot, she kicked the gun hard, launching it off into the bushes as its landing spot went lost in the moonlit night.

“Yeah, I’m really freaking happy now-“ she had trouble thinking of a comeback to Tori’s murderer accusation. “Well, I’m really happy now, Tori!” But of course she wasn’t. Every moment spent still looking at Tori was just driving her crazier in her already mad adventures in the Program. Right now, she needed to do what her parents always told her to do and just walk away from it all, even if she wanted so badly to just run up and kick Tori in the face. After running around in the valley all day, she was tired, cranky and just needed to get home, were the last one not totally impossible anymore.

“Screw you Tori! I hope someone murders you!” she spat back, not an ounce of respect for the two’s situation in her curse, before turning on foot and beginning to leave. She just wanted to get to town, sleep in whatever bed she could find and get as far away from freaking Tori as she could.

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"Wow, such a nice girl, aren't you?" Tori spat back, walking off in the other direction. "Don't assume everybody's going to forgive you for that. People aren't nice, especially in this game." She didn't even bother to go get the gun.

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