The butcher's knife plunged into Mark's shoulder, blood dribbling out of the wound. Dorian was slightly relieved that the knife had cleaved his shoulder, as years of watching Hollywood action films told him blows to the shoulder weren't lethal, but could incapacitate. Unfortunately, Mark had other i...

I was looking at him, and I didn't even think to stop him. The moments that lead up to Dorian's slashing at Mark with the butcher's knife were moments Dorian would not have bought in any movie. Danya's taunting voice had crackled to life over the loudspeakers, and Dorian had been lost in his anger ...

Dorian stared absent-mindedly at his submachine gun for a while. The girl he'd taken it off, Julie - she was still embedded in his mind, a reminder of what he was meant to be trying to stop. The callousness, the murder - it all had to end, without resorting to the tactics of those that had to be sto...

"Instead of fucking around with one another, why don't we just figure out what to do from here?" Mark's words struck a chord with Dorian. A third chance to attempt his plan, and with a larger group, was laid out before him. The possibility of saving everyone by finding the transmitter was...

Quincy's retaliation had taken Dorian by surprise, even though it really shouldn't have. Killers, they're all the same - Julie, Quincy, the whole fucking lot. All think it's some sort of game, that the only reason we're on this island is because Danya gets a kick out of watching us die instead of tr...

It appeared that Dorian was the only one not operating in slow motion out of everyone there, as he rushed Quincy, butcher's knife primed above his shoulder. It wasn't going to be pretty, what happened to Quincy, but Dorian was too busy trying to save everyone from the nutter with the gun to think to...

If there was one thing the island had conditioned Dorian against, it was large numbers of people. While SADD was off engaging in foolhardy, death-causing camera-smashing, every group he had been around, be it the Damned Trio in the marsh or Steve, Vikki and Stephanie in the Field, had ended up the t...

Dorian was sitting a fair bit away from the cliff edge, lost in his own thoughts, when the bejeezus was scared out of him by a student he didn't recognise. Hi there! You're Dorian. right? My name is Jordan, and don't worry, I'm not a player....and it's certainly nice to find some friendly face here....

((Dorian Sanders continued from Hold Me Closer Tiny Dancer )) Dorian gazed out over the vast, rather barren cliffs. Well, I'm not going to find any fucking transmitters here, am I? Fuckin' hell in a handbasket, it's gone all Pete. ... And now I'm speaking in Cockney rhyming slang. Bombay duck. This ...

It would've been silly, idiotic for anyone to think, after attacking a giant with a tonfa, they would be spared from physical retaliation. Michael, at this point in time, was silly. The shoulder barge took our little albino hero completely by surprise, and he flew backwards into the jungle. His glas...

The head-on collision with one Robert Jacks shook Michael up a little, but the shaking up hadn't shaken loose the memory of what happened to Abel. So it was with little haste that Michael stepped back and looked up at the goliath that had just smashed into him. "You." He readied his tonfa,...

Michael waited for several long minutes for the trio departed, and then opened his eyes. The events of the last few minutes, complete with cold steel to the neck, were stuck hard in his mind, swirling around in some sort of terrifying danse macabre. Michael sat up and looked around him. It was death...

So, they're all pals? What in the name of Keanu Reeves is going on here? Michael wasn't too ready to trust anyone after what had happened at the bridge, and it seemed like Abel had fled when Michael... knocked myself out? Got knocked out by Abel? This is all very weird and bleary. Michael didn't ha...

The darkness had enveloped Michael for some time when he felt his shoulder being shaken. Michael opened his eyes slowly. "Hey, you ok?" Michael's eyes were bleary, and he squinted into the muddied colours and blurred figures, trying to make out something. The person shaking him was obvious...

The accidental trip. The accidental fall. The accidental convenient placing of the accidental sharp rock. The accidental landing of Abel's head on the accidental rock. Michael didn't even have time to comprehend the sheer number of accidents and coincidences involved in Abel's death as he staggered ...