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 Searching through the Flames, Kichiro's Demise
Posted: Jul 24 2005, 02:29 AM


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((Coming from LookOUT))

The smoke was everywhere as Kichiro stepped carefully into the coppice. He started to scream her name, his sister's name.

"Umi, Umi!"

The smoke started to intrude into his lungs, his breathing slowly poisoning him. He started to cough, but he thought he could see something through the smoke. His hands started to pull away at the bamboo blocking his way.


He saw the figure, he could just barely reach it... and he remembered the sight as he fell in a fit of coughs. Then it was gone. He looked around wildly as he tried to cover his mouth. His eyes began to grow heavy, and his breath more shallow. He was going to die.


He was on the verge of passing out now, and he started to flash back. Kichiro was sure he would see memories of his father, or his mother crying over Umi's picture. Instead, this one came:

"Look, don't get any ideas..."

"Hey ---! I thought we were all going to stay together, what's he doing?"

What was the name? The name.... He hadn't been paying attention as he was running away. What was the girl's name?


"Hey UMI! I thought we were all going to stay together...."

His eyes opened wide one last time, and as he fell to the ground, his body gave itself over to the posionous smoke.

Boy #2- Kichiro Taka- DEAD
Posted: Aug 1 2005, 09:54 PM

Such a shame that I didn't know by now

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((Continued from: Hiding))

As the rain poured down onto his back, soaking him through to the skin, Adam Dodd wished that for once, he wasn't so damned emotional. If only he didn't have the tendancy to walk out of the room when he was overwhelmed by emotion, none of this would have happened. Cradling the shotgun in his hands, he swore lightly to himself. If it weren't for his damned atrocious sense of direction, he could have stayed close to the house and he'd be back right now with Amanda, Hawley, and the rest of them.

Of course, that just wasn't meant to be, at least at this point in time. Adam found himself stumbling into the Bamboo Coppice that he had been in only hours ago. Am I even close to where the house is? SHIT! He shook his head. This was a situation he hadn't wanted to be in. All of this time on the island, and he'd been in a group, whether it be Hawley or Alan, he'd never been alone. He'd never had true time to think, to reflect. Of course, getting lost in one's own thoughts could be fatal in such a game like this, but as the rain poured down his face, he couldn't help but take a look around. Aside from the charred sticks of bamboo which had been utterly decimated by the fire, he saw some charred remains on the ground. Three bodies in the coppice...

Three? That's weird...

Looking at the one body closest to him, he saw a pair of brass knuckles on the charred fingers of the corpse. That would have to be what was left of Alan. Another body to his left seemed to be in the same position in which the nameless girl had collapsed, the one who had caught the bullet from Hawley's gun. But the third body....hadn't been here before...

Adam wandered over, curious. He had seen so much death and destruction in the past few days that it was beginning to become something he was used to seeing...

Used to? FUCK NO! I'll never be used to this. Never.

He rolled the corpse over with the muzzle of his shotgun. It was an Asian boy, that he could tell, as the body was relatively unburnt. Probably smoke inhilation, he figured. There weren't any other noticable wounds on him, so it would seem to be the only conclusion.

So much death in such a little place. It struck Adam as being something that he wouldn't have believed possible. Sure, he had seen the pictures of the countless death that occurred during wartime, but to see it live, and was shocking, and pathetic.

Pathetic. That was the word for it. Nobody could justify such a pathetic loss of life, a loss of potential.

I hope Mr. Danya pays for all that he's done.

As he stood quietly, looking over the scene, he couldn't help but be reminded of a favourite song of his. At least, it had been at the time that his real life had ended. He took a glance down at his Audioslave t-shirt. It was the last real remnant that he had of his real life. The t-shirt, to him, signified his life, and how he was simply trying to hold on, to live. Like the shirt which stuck to his skin, it was simply trying to hold on.

I've seen fifty-thousand names all engraved on a stone,
most of them never met a grave years before I was born,
all of them left brothers and sisters and mothers behind
and most of their family and friends have all had their time.

I've been wandering sideways
I've stared straight into the sun
and I don't know why you're dying
long before your time has come

Clenching the shotgun, Adam felt the sudden urge to get up and leave this place, this decimated sanctuary.

And he did.

((Continued in: I've Been Wandering Sideways...))
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