Event #4 "..." [Tag: Tara]

[Administrator]

She was lurking in the shadows. Watching them. Silently. Observing each and every step they took. Silly little pawns. Wandering around the chess board. Thoughtlessly.

The redhead turned her head towards the entrance of the room. The walls threw back the echo of somebody's footsteps.

The girl hid behind a pile of rubble, ready to strike if needed. If she could, she would take a deep breath to not let the girl who has entered the room to notice her. But now she didn't need to breathe. She didn't need anything. Nothing mattered now.

She licked the roof of her mouth, thinking if she should kill this poor unfortunate lost soul right now or... The girl tightened her grip around the butcher knife in anger. Why was she hesitating? Why can't you just put them all in a row and kill one by one?! You wanted it, didn't you?!

Yes, but the game is so tempting. It's so nice to see them suffer. To be erased from existence. One by one.

She peeked around the corner only to see...

If her heart could still skip a beat, it would.
"No," she thought, hiding her head back around the corner. "Anybody but you."

A sudden wave of realization hit her.
"NO! Just... just GO AWAY! LEAVE," she plead inwardly, her grip around the knife tightened even more, making her knuckles turn light-purple.

[Tara Macfly]

She was slightly regretting her decision to wander alone in the school. At the slightest noise she jumped, expecting to see a supernatural entity or Amanda at every corner.

But it was the right decision. In this room she had felt lonely when surrounded by all these people. And she was feeling so jealous of their luck to have find each other. She almost started to hate them. She shouldn't feel like this. She should be happy for them.

She hated herself when she was lile this. Jealous over other people's joy because her life was miserable. A useless thing.

Now she was useful. She was helping the others. Hopefully she will find something. She entered the first room she found.

She felt something wrong immediatly after entering. A weird, unsure feeling crept on her, and she want to flee the room.

"Come on Tara don't be a coward".

"Is there someone else here ?" She asked.

No answer. But nonetheless she was feeling like she wasn't alone on the room.

She try to supress the feeling and began her inspection of the room. It was in the same chaotic state as the others but she recognized vaguely the student council room. It has nothing of classy and studious anymore. The bookshelves were overturned. The computers broken. Only the wooden table was still.

She wanted to began searching but she found herself not being able to move. Petrified. Something on this room terrified her but she couldn't put her finger on what was bothering her. It could have been the fact she was alone in a room when a murderer was in the highschool, like the idiot she was. But there was something else.

She wanted to run and leave the room, go back on the nurse office with the security of the others. But in the same time she wanted to rest here. She needed to. She didn't even know why she felt like this..

[Administrator]

"Is there someone else here?" the girl asked nobody in particular, moving further into the dark room. "Fucking hell!" the girl swore inwardly, her eyebrows furrowed in anger. What was she supposed to do? What if...

"Just leave, Tara, please! Leave me! Leave, leave, LEAVE!" the grip around the knife tightened with every word the girl chanted inside her head, hoping that if she thinks hard enough - Tara would just disappear. And at the same time...

She let herself peek around the corner, carefully eyeing each of the girl's moves. Tara. The redhead couldn't stop looking at her. It felt surreal. She was so close. So close.

"Tara," she let her name slip from his lips.

SHIT! Next moment, with a sharp movement, she hid back behind the column of dirt and concrete. No. You know the rules. You can't be with her. You never could, you never will. It's impossible. And you know what you should do...

She moved further into the darkness behind the column, closer to the pitch black pit. Her fragile figure was hidden by darkness, so her anonymity was safe here. "Not a step closer," she said in a lower voice, hoping the girl would not recognize her. "Go away."

[Tara Macfly]

Silence reigned on the room and Tara was still frozen in place. Some invisible force kept her from moving when she wanted to run and find the others in the nurse office.

"Tara" 

Her heart stopped beating for a second when she heard her name. She didn't dare to breathe. The voice who said it was a feminine one, it was oddly familiar but she couldn't recognize who it was. Was it a fellow lost student ?

But the feeling she had since she entered the room accentued. She didn't really knew why. Could it be someone else ? the dangerous person who send them texts ? The monster with amanda's face ?

She could run. She should run. But she still do nothing. She was really playing with fire if it was the person she thought. Why wasn't she moving ? She was mortified by the fear. But even if she ran now could she save herself ?

"Who are you ? And how do you know me ?" She asked Approaching the door and hesitating to leave.

"Not a step closer," the unknown person said in a lower voice, before tara could take some decision about leaving, like she was afraid of her "Go away."

This tone... this person seemed scared of her. If this was the text's sender or Amanda, they wouldnt be scared of her, right ? They could kill her like they want. This should be a student. Unleast it was a trap or..

But this could really be a lost and afraid student, who went through hell like her and the others, scared of everything, who needed help. She shouldn't leave her just because she was a coward. And if she was wrong... well... She really hope she wasn't.

"Don't be afraid" she told the unknown person, staying where she was to not scare her and hoping that her voice didn't shiver much because of the fear "I will not hurt you. Are you injuried ?"

[Administrator]

Shit.

"Don't be afraid," she said and yet the redhead could not agree with her more. She was scared. She knew that she needed to do this. And Tara was no exception... "But," thoughts swirled in her head like a hurricane. NO! No buts. And you precisely know why.

"I will not hurt you. Are you injured?" she heard the girl's voice was shaky. The brunette was afraid as much as she was. No wonder why though... Amanda looked down on her hands - pale white skin, purple veins, dried blood, dirt and bits of rotten flesh stuck under her nails... What have you become?

You are a monster.

"I am not!" she shook her head, her hands shaking from fear. Are you sure? It was YOUR decision after all. Your "brilliant" plan. And now you are in doubt? How "lovely".

"I AM NOT A MONSTER!" she let the knife slip out of her grip and fall with a clatter to the floor. She pulled her hair in frustration, falling down on her knees. "Please, just go away," she pled covering her face with her hands. "I-" she cried out, defeated, not knowing what to say next, "I just want to be alone..."

"Go away. Hermione."

[Tara Macfly]

"I AM NOT A MONSTER!" Tara heard the person shouting with the noise of a metallic object falling on the floor.

If Tara was afraid before, now, the word couldn't describe how she felt truly. She had been wrong, it was an error to rest here. She should just leave before it was late.

"Please, just go away," the person pled "I just want to be alone..." Tara was just about to respect this person's wishes and go away of this hell of a room, -despite some part of her telling her to rest- when she heard the last part of the girl's sentence.

"Go away. Hermione."

"Hermione ?" She thought. Only one person called her this way.

"Snooty ! " she cried the her girl's name. Tears of joy falling on her cheeks. "Is it you ?" She asked but she had already her answer. It could only be her.all rational part left Tara. She forget that this could be the mysterious text's sender, who knew about her secret correspondant. For her only one persln could have said that.

"I read your letter. I thought that you..." killed yourself, left me, was about to say tara, but she stopped. The words "I'm so sorry Tara" coming on her mind again. She had thought that Snooty was gone forever. That she would never read any of her texts, never had the occasion to see her in real life. And now she was here. She couldn't believe her luck.

But shame surrounded her at this thought. She had been afraid, about to leave her best friend. She had always thought that she knew snooty so well, that the first time she will see her, she just will knew it would be her. And now she had been about to leave her, scared and probably injuried, when she needed her the most. She was the worst friend ever. But she will try to be forgiven. It will not happen again.

"It's not important. What is important is that I'm here. And I'm sorry I will not obey you Snooty. I will not leave you. Ever". She said firmly. Whathever snooty will said will do nothing to change her mind. "I told you many times that I will always be here for you. Remember ?" She smiled a little remembering some of these texts. "Now we are together everything will be fine". And she really trusted it. With snooty she was afraid of nothing. Not even the texts' sender who seemed so powerful. She would find chris and the others students and teachers. They would all leave this place safe. She could rule the world with snooty with her.

But the words she shouted eaelier came back at her "I'm not a monster". Why was she telling that ? Could it be... ? Did receive texts too ?

"Snooty, did you receive weird texts ? Did they tell you, you were a monster ?" She asked trying to keep her anger. She hated this person so much, if there was a monster here it was it.

"You're not a monster" she almost shouted "you're the most incredible person I know. Please trust me." She really hoped that snooty will trust her over this ominous person.

"Come with me snooty" she asked "I am with others persons at the moment. We will find them and we will try together to leave the school and find others survivors. What do you think of this man vs wild plan, huh ?" She said chuckling a little. It could have been normal conversation between them, if there were not in this deadly situation.

She slowly approached the corner where she thought snooty was and tried to reached out, hoping to not afraid the girl.

She tried to look at the place, wanting to perceive Snooty's figure.

[Off-post : Tara made a perception check]

[Administrator]

Dice result: 1D10 => 3
Failure; you didn't find anything useful.

[Administrator]

Snooty. Huh.

"Feels liked I didn't hear this name in forever..." she thought, roughly smearing her non-existent tears.

"Is it you?" the girl asked the dark shadow of a human figure.
"I don't know," she wanted to say back but kept silent. She looked down at the knife that was now in an arm's length from her.

"I read your letter. I thought that you..."
"Killed myself?" the girl couldn't suppress a sad smile. "Well, you are not wrong about it," she kept inwardly "talking" to Tara, her eyes fixated on the knife. She has started to lean closer, ready to snatch it.

"It's not important. What is important is that I'm here."
No, Tara. You don't understand.

"And I'm sorry I will not obey you Snooty."
Please, just go away.

"I will not leave you. Ever".
Tara.

"I told you many times that I will always be here for you. Remember?"
"TARA! NO!" the redhead growled as she rose from the floor. "Stay back, please," but the girl didn't stop pushing forward, like an unstoppable river in full flow.

"Snooty, did you receive weird texts? Did they tell you, you were a monster?"
Texts? What texts? What was she talking about? The girl gave another quick glance at the knife. She was so close.

"Tara... We can't be together. It's useless. It wouldn't let me," Amanda continued their inner dialogue and gulped down the salty tears, as she was about to kneel to grab the knife.

She didn't realize though how actually close the brunette was to her. "Tara," she breathed out, seeing her figure peeking from around the corner, making her take a few steps back and turn around, hiding her face. She stood right by the edge of the pitch black pit. She didn't want to leave her like this. But she didn't want her to see what she really has become either.

"I'm sorry," she said and let herself fall down the hole.

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Tara has found an item: Amanda's knife ["-1 health" for anybody who is hit by it and "-1 sanity" for everybody who attacks another character with it]

[OFF-TOP: If Tara's check was successful she would see Amanda's face! ^ ^]

[Tara Macfly]

"TARA! NO!" the girl cried. It surprised Tara so much. It stopped her. "Stay back, please," the girl asked.

Tara hesitated. She wanted so much to see snooty's face. She was so close to see her, she could almost reach out and touch her. But she stopped. She didn't want to scare her away.

"Tara," the girl in front of her breathed out. Tara saw some movements and her heart skipped a bit when she saw snooty's figure approaching dangerously near the hole.

"Snooty ! Beware !" She shouted "There is a hole here. Don't move"

"I'm sorry" was snooty's only answer before she let herself fall down in the hall.

Time stopped for Tara during this moment.

"No !" she cried running towards the hole and looking into it. But it was too late. There was nothing anymore. Snooty had disappeared.

"Snooty !!!!" She screamed into the hole desperatly. "Snooty" tara kept repeating her friend's name, untiringly.

This couldn't be ! She had thought she was dead. She had found her. She couldn't die ! Why did snooty did that ? Everything was her fault. Not only she couldn't save her but she probably pushed her too much. She killed her best friend. She was a monster.

She couldn't left her gaze from the hole. The desire to fall in it and to join snooty becoming bigger the most she looked at it. Her breathing became difficult, her eyesight blurry by the tears. Promises to not break down again all forgotten. The only picture she had ibnmind was snooty's figure falling over and iver again.

She needed to leave the room. Before her thoughts became too dark. She couldn't support to be in this room for a second. She get up with difficulty and ran towards the exit when her foot percuted a metallic object.

A knife. Snooty's ? Was it the last thing she had from her ?

She took the sharp object and left the room, crying ans trying to catch her breath.

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