Arjen instinctively tried to protect his face from the cheeto bag with his tied hands. Would Marco throw the rock? Did it even matter? Arjen could force himself to the ground, the rope would break. Would Marco really try to kill him?
"You tell me a fucking reason to murder someone! Really, is that all it takes for you to think of murder?"
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The rock slid closer to the edge. Did he really not get it? Like all it would take is a cursory glance and you could tell why this was happening, but apparently Arjen didn’t.
He even had the audacity to reply to his question with another question. He wouldn’t answer to Arjen’s bullshit. In all honesty he was more than justified. Two days and a lot of thinking later he came up with this. Damn near everyone else got their first with much less.
Marco had shown restraint, more restraint than anyone else here but did Arjen appreciate that? Nah not really, the selfish bastard costed him an eye, then acted all surprised when when he’s about to get killed for it.
Marco didn’t answer Arjen’s question, because he didn’t warrant one. He supposed he could open his eyelid and show him the damage, again, but he didn’t even do that, because it was a waste of time and energy.
“Question’s not an answer. One more chance.”
He put his foot on the rock.
“Why shouldn’t I kill you?”
He even had the audacity to reply to his question with another question. He wouldn’t answer to Arjen’s bullshit. In all honesty he was more than justified. Two days and a lot of thinking later he came up with this. Damn near everyone else got their first with much less.
Marco had shown restraint, more restraint than anyone else here but did Arjen appreciate that? Nah not really, the selfish bastard costed him an eye, then acted all surprised when when he’s about to get killed for it.
Marco didn’t answer Arjen’s question, because he didn’t warrant one. He supposed he could open his eyelid and show him the damage, again, but he didn’t even do that, because it was a waste of time and energy.
“Question’s not an answer. One more chance.”
He put his foot on the rock.
“Why shouldn’t I kill you?”
Well was there a reason not to kill Arjen?
"Because you're a decent human being?"
"Because you're a decent human being?"
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((Colin McCabe continued from Hear. Fear. Here.))
It turned out that trying tracking down a specific handful of people on this island with absolutely no hint as to where they might be was harder than Colin had bargained, which led to him wandering around aimlessly for damn near a whole day and night. It was only upon the arrival of the second set of announcements that he had decided to double back to the cliff.
Regina had died. The girl who he’d seen only earlier that day, who’d been so naive and afraid of violence that she had rejected Colin’s offer and just run off into the woods in a panic. He’d felt guilty when he heard, he still did on some level, but now he was mostly just angry.
That was what was fucked about this whole thing, that the terrorists hid away in their fucking hidey holes watching everybody so that nobody could turn their fucking rage at the only people here with real power. Instead everybody had to throw fists at each other like a bunch of baboons or whatever the fuck.
Whatever. Fuck existential self-pity. Shit didn’t do any good in here or out there.
As Colin approached the area, though, he saw a guy who he recognized as Marco Volker, professional shithead back home. The guy seemed to be standing over something… or someone.
“Hey! Volker! The fuck are you doing?!” Colin called out, quickly making his way towards the guy.
It turned out that trying tracking down a specific handful of people on this island with absolutely no hint as to where they might be was harder than Colin had bargained, which led to him wandering around aimlessly for damn near a whole day and night. It was only upon the arrival of the second set of announcements that he had decided to double back to the cliff.
Regina had died. The girl who he’d seen only earlier that day, who’d been so naive and afraid of violence that she had rejected Colin’s offer and just run off into the woods in a panic. He’d felt guilty when he heard, he still did on some level, but now he was mostly just angry.
That was what was fucked about this whole thing, that the terrorists hid away in their fucking hidey holes watching everybody so that nobody could turn their fucking rage at the only people here with real power. Instead everybody had to throw fists at each other like a bunch of baboons or whatever the fuck.
Whatever. Fuck existential self-pity. Shit didn’t do any good in here or out there.
As Colin approached the area, though, he saw a guy who he recognized as Marco Volker, professional shithead back home. The guy seemed to be standing over something… or someone.
“Hey! Volker! The fuck are you doing?!” Colin called out, quickly making his way towards the guy.
Marco shook his head. Decent human being? Was he? Shit that’s the first time anyone has ever called him that. Even his parents called him a ‘monstrous little gremlin’ before the words decent and human were ever brought up in relations to him.
It’s funny really. People are never really nice to you unless they want something from you. Arjen would’ve never said that unless his neck was on the line. Hell, he barely ever spoke until just now, and the few times he had were attempts at dashing his hopes of getting out of here.
Marcus’s boot raised itself from the rock and he stepped towards Arjen, squatting down next to him. “Pause this shit, a second.” He told nobody in particular. “Lemme get this straight, so you’re saying I’m a decent person, now?” Marco brushed his hand against his chin in contemplation, looking off to the side. “Alright, alright.”
“Well Arjen, lemme ask you sum’n...” He looked Arjen dead in the face. “You’re telling me that you seen this-“ Marcus pointed towards his own face. “happen to a ‘decent person’ and you did nothing to help? When they were gone, you saw a ‘decent person’ tied up and helpless, you told him straight up to his face someone else would do it, so you weren’t going to?” Marco started smiling. He stood up. “Now, I asked why shouldn’t I throw you over the edge, and you told me that I’m a decent person, but this ain’t about me...”
He walked back over to the rock, planting his foot on it again. “I don’t know if you understand this or not, but I’m asking why don’t you deserve this? You just told me you watched a ‘decent person get jumped, beaten, half-blinded and left taped to a fucking tree, AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO FUCKING WONDER WHY YOU ARE IN THIS POSITION RIGHT NOW?!?” Marcus’s expression changed.
Marcus knew that Arjen never seen Volker truly angry. He’s seen him frustrated, but Marco had never been furious up until this moment. “A-ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED OR SOMETHING?!? I ASKED YOU WHY YOU DESERVED TO LIVE AND YOU AIN’T GAVE ME SHIT YOU STUPID LIMP DICKED SKIDMARK! YOU REALLY THINK I’M A DECENT PERSON, AND YOU JUST LET THIS SHIT HAPPEN TO ME AND WALK AWAY?!”
Marco took his foot off the rock, his face still bright red as he tried to regain his composure. “Oh, Oh I-I get it.” He walked towards the chainsaw. “You’re lying to me. You’re trying to bullshit your way out of this... No, it’s fine, don’t worry, I’m tracking; I’ll get mine. No, no, you know I will. I’ll get mine.”
He bent over to pick it up. “‘Member the rules, Kramer? I told you what would happen if you lied, and you just lied right to my face.” He was smiling madly as he turned around. He carried the saw over to Arjen as someone else’s voice chimed in out of nowhere, interrupting him before he could crank it.
He yelled back. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Marco used his free hand to give him the bird. He was tired of dealing with stupid fuckheads trying to get involved with his business. “This don’t involve you, now make like a tree and fuck off before it does and I carve you up like one!”
He turned his head to Arjen, putting his hand back on the ripcord. “One. Last. Chance.” He pulled it as the saw roared till life. “Give me an actual fucking reason to not delete your existence right the fuck now!”
It’s funny really. People are never really nice to you unless they want something from you. Arjen would’ve never said that unless his neck was on the line. Hell, he barely ever spoke until just now, and the few times he had were attempts at dashing his hopes of getting out of here.
Marcus’s boot raised itself from the rock and he stepped towards Arjen, squatting down next to him. “Pause this shit, a second.” He told nobody in particular. “Lemme get this straight, so you’re saying I’m a decent person, now?” Marco brushed his hand against his chin in contemplation, looking off to the side. “Alright, alright.”
“Well Arjen, lemme ask you sum’n...” He looked Arjen dead in the face. “You’re telling me that you seen this-“ Marcus pointed towards his own face. “happen to a ‘decent person’ and you did nothing to help? When they were gone, you saw a ‘decent person’ tied up and helpless, you told him straight up to his face someone else would do it, so you weren’t going to?” Marco started smiling. He stood up. “Now, I asked why shouldn’t I throw you over the edge, and you told me that I’m a decent person, but this ain’t about me...”
He walked back over to the rock, planting his foot on it again. “I don’t know if you understand this or not, but I’m asking why don’t you deserve this? You just told me you watched a ‘decent person get jumped, beaten, half-blinded and left taped to a fucking tree, AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO FUCKING WONDER WHY YOU ARE IN THIS POSITION RIGHT NOW?!?” Marcus’s expression changed.
Marcus knew that Arjen never seen Volker truly angry. He’s seen him frustrated, but Marco had never been furious up until this moment. “A-ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED OR SOMETHING?!? I ASKED YOU WHY YOU DESERVED TO LIVE AND YOU AIN’T GAVE ME SHIT YOU STUPID LIMP DICKED SKIDMARK! YOU REALLY THINK I’M A DECENT PERSON, AND YOU JUST LET THIS SHIT HAPPEN TO ME AND WALK AWAY?!”
Marco took his foot off the rock, his face still bright red as he tried to regain his composure. “Oh, Oh I-I get it.” He walked towards the chainsaw. “You’re lying to me. You’re trying to bullshit your way out of this... No, it’s fine, don’t worry, I’m tracking; I’ll get mine. No, no, you know I will. I’ll get mine.”
He bent over to pick it up. “‘Member the rules, Kramer? I told you what would happen if you lied, and you just lied right to my face.” He was smiling madly as he turned around. He carried the saw over to Arjen as someone else’s voice chimed in out of nowhere, interrupting him before he could crank it.
He yelled back. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Marco used his free hand to give him the bird. He was tired of dealing with stupid fuckheads trying to get involved with his business. “This don’t involve you, now make like a tree and fuck off before it does and I carve you up like one!”
He turned his head to Arjen, putting his hand back on the ripcord. “One. Last. Chance.” He pulled it as the saw roared till life. “Give me an actual fucking reason to not delete your existence right the fuck now!”
Oh thank god someone else came. Arjen couldn't stand any minute more with Marco ranting and shouting and accusing Arjen of being at fault. He felt apathy towards that. Marco wanted reasons to let him live? Why his life is important.
"I have a sister and a brother at home who will miss me, parents, family, I am-"
What was he even trying to say? Why did he imply he could ever get off this island. Raising false hopes to his family members. Luis and Christina probably were watching from home, hoping Arjen to return. But that ain't gonna happen. Why was he even talking to Marco, who was clearly fucking bonkers.
"HEY YOU HELP ME HE'S THREATENING TO CUT MY DICK OFF. COME HERE AND UNCHAIN ME HELP HELP HELP"
He shouted his lungs out.
"I have a sister and a brother at home who will miss me, parents, family, I am-"
What was he even trying to say? Why did he imply he could ever get off this island. Raising false hopes to his family members. Luis and Christina probably were watching from home, hoping Arjen to return. But that ain't gonna happen. Why was he even talking to Marco, who was clearly fucking bonkers.
"HEY YOU HELP ME HE'S THREATENING TO CUT MY DICK OFF. COME HERE AND UNCHAIN ME HELP HELP HELP"
He shouted his lungs out.
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So, Colin had to take in a quite a bit of info all at once, but everything boiled down to two major points.
1) Volker had seemingly gone from everyday shithead leather fetishist to full psycho-fuck-anime-villain-but-in-real-life.
2) Volker was just about to kill some guy.
That much was enough for him to act. Colin rushed at the little twerp, aiming to take the leg and keeping himself low. “Hey you murderous prick! Tell me how the fucking dirt tastes!” He grunted.
He wasn’t gonna be responsible for another fucking death, that was for fucking sure.
1) Volker had seemingly gone from everyday shithead leather fetishist to full psycho-fuck-anime-villain-but-in-real-life.
2) Volker was just about to kill some guy.
That much was enough for him to act. Colin rushed at the little twerp, aiming to take the leg and keeping himself low. “Hey you murderous prick! Tell me how the fucking dirt tastes!” He grunted.
He wasn’t gonna be responsible for another fucking death, that was for fucking sure.
Welp.
There’s always gotta be some shithead trying to white knight against him. Every single fucking time he gets somewhere, some motherfucker had to open their mouth. He was tired of this shit, he just couldn’t catch a break! Since the day he’s been born, he’s done the same song and dance.
There’s a shithead. Shithead fucks with Marco. Marco retaliates. Shithead number two shows up and oneups Marco in front of everyone, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Cue escalation from shithead number two, and then start the pity parties for shithead one. Marco can go fuck himself. Every fucking time...
That’s how it’s been, that’s how it always was. Shitheads like Colin or Ariana go after him because he’s low hanging fruit, because they want to feel like they’re the good guy without actually nutting up and putting out.
He was always low hanging fruit and an easy fucking target if someone wanted to be a shithead and feel good about themselves at the same time. Fuck em.
Colin rushed him, yelling some bravado bullshit on the way there, telegraphing away what he was planning. Volker turned his attention to him and swung his saw, letting it speak for him. He was done wasting breath on deaf ears.
Don’t worry your pretty little head, Arjen. I’ll get back to playing with you in a jiffy.
There’s always gotta be some shithead trying to white knight against him. Every single fucking time he gets somewhere, some motherfucker had to open their mouth. He was tired of this shit, he just couldn’t catch a break! Since the day he’s been born, he’s done the same song and dance.
There’s a shithead. Shithead fucks with Marco. Marco retaliates. Shithead number two shows up and oneups Marco in front of everyone, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Cue escalation from shithead number two, and then start the pity parties for shithead one. Marco can go fuck himself. Every fucking time...
That’s how it’s been, that’s how it always was. Shitheads like Colin or Ariana go after him because he’s low hanging fruit, because they want to feel like they’re the good guy without actually nutting up and putting out.
He was always low hanging fruit and an easy fucking target if someone wanted to be a shithead and feel good about themselves at the same time. Fuck em.
Colin rushed him, yelling some bravado bullshit on the way there, telegraphing away what he was planning. Volker turned his attention to him and swung his saw, letting it speak for him. He was done wasting breath on deaf ears.
Don’t worry your pretty little head, Arjen. I’ll get back to playing with you in a jiffy.
Ah Arjen recognised the voice! It was, it was, aw, Arjen did not recognise it. But at least Marco went away. That gave Arjen some time to try to move. He tries rolling away, but the rope only straightened.
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Oh, Volker had a fucking chainsaw. Fuck.
The psycho hobbit’s swing was a bit wild but still would have connected had Colin not gone full baseball slide on that motherfucker.
Note: This ground was not particularly suited to sliding and the move fucking hurt to pull off.
Still, evading the attack Colin was now groundedand in range. Gritting his teeth, he swung a leg out, aiming right for the back of Volker’s knees.
The psycho hobbit’s swing was a bit wild but still would have connected had Colin not gone full baseball slide on that motherfucker.
Note: This ground was not particularly suited to sliding and the move fucking hurt to pull off.
Still, evading the attack Colin was now groundedand in range. Gritting his teeth, he swung a leg out, aiming right for the back of Volker’s knees.
Marco’s leg buckled forward as he stumbled to a kneel. He didn’t have to look behind him to know he missed, so he hadn’t questioned it. How he missed such a big target was something he had questioned, as Colin didn’t quite have a svelte figure.
“Motherfu-“ He growled as he turned his hips and swung his saw at Colin in a downward motion.
“Motherfu-“ He growled as he turned his hips and swung his saw at Colin in a downward motion.
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The chainsaw came for Colin again. Whether it was the sound Volker made or the slowness of the strike due to the weight of the thing wasn’t clear, but what there was enough of a delay between perception and strike for Colin to half-roll out of harm’s way. His heart was beating like fucking crazy.
The little fuck wasn’t gonna go down as easy as the Layla chick, it seemed. This wasn’t some run-of-the-mill idiot with a knife scenarios that every self-defense program covered at some level, this was fucking murderous psycho with a chainsaw time (a lesser known variant of “bad guy has weapon”)
Didn’t matter much, though. Colin was too much of a badass to get taken out here. Or maybe he was just too lucky. Same difference.
Quickly, Colin tried to take advantage of Volker’s strike, reaching out for Volker’s apparent dominant arm with his left hand while driving his right elbow right at the guy’s face.
The little fuck wasn’t gonna go down as easy as the Layla chick, it seemed. This wasn’t some run-of-the-mill idiot with a knife scenarios that every self-defense program covered at some level, this was fucking murderous psycho with a chainsaw time (a lesser known variant of “bad guy has weapon”)
Didn’t matter much, though. Colin was too much of a badass to get taken out here. Or maybe he was just too lucky. Same difference.
Quickly, Colin tried to take advantage of Volker’s strike, reaching out for Volker’s apparent dominant arm with his left hand while driving his right elbow right at the guy’s face.
Marco stumbled back as he ate an elbow just under the cheekbone. His heart skipped a beat when rocks slipped out from under him, rolling and bouncing off the cliff face. One more step and it’d have been him.
No lie, he was actually scared in that moment. A gasp of shock and a shiver went down his spine, it’d have really sucked if he fell down that. It will really suck for Arjen once he dealt with this fat piece of shit.
Marco regained his composure and snarled at Colin. He felt a new sensation going from his chest and up his face as he revved his weapon. He rushed forwards swinging his chainsaw this way and that, growling and grinning. He had Colin on the defense now, backing away, ducking and dodging.
Between each dodge Marco felt the impact of fists smashing against him. The first hits hurt and made him wince, especially the ones across his nose causing his eyes to well up. The ones after that didn’t really hurt so much as they did piss him off.
Marco swung blindly and furiously but for some reason he couldn’t fucking hit him! He swung once more, vertically, hoping to gut Colin like a fish.
No lie, he was actually scared in that moment. A gasp of shock and a shiver went down his spine, it’d have really sucked if he fell down that. It will really suck for Arjen once he dealt with this fat piece of shit.
Marco regained his composure and snarled at Colin. He felt a new sensation going from his chest and up his face as he revved his weapon. He rushed forwards swinging his chainsaw this way and that, growling and grinning. He had Colin on the defense now, backing away, ducking and dodging.
Between each dodge Marco felt the impact of fists smashing against him. The first hits hurt and made him wince, especially the ones across his nose causing his eyes to well up. The ones after that didn’t really hurt so much as they did piss him off.
Marco swung blindly and furiously but for some reason he couldn’t fucking hit him! He swung once more, vertically, hoping to gut Colin like a fish.
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Even if Volker wasn’t a fighter, he was desperate and slippery enough to stop Colin from getting a firm grip on him, which led to Colin needing to resort to strikes and fists, which weren’t exactly his strong suit. Still, he had Volker on the back foot.
But then the motherfucker came out with a series of wild swings, some of which seemed to not even be properly aimed at Colin, but all of which would be equally deadly if they connected
Then came the big one: a big vertical swipe that Volker threw a bit too much weight behind. It was the opportunity he needed.
Another sweep of the legs paired with a swift strike to the center of the back should do the trick.
But then the motherfucker came out with a series of wild swings, some of which seemed to not even be properly aimed at Colin, but all of which would be equally deadly if they connected
Then came the big one: a big vertical swipe that Volker threw a bit too much weight behind. It was the opportunity he needed.
Another sweep of the legs paired with a swift strike to the center of the back should do the trick.
Marco fell forward, and almost landed on his running chainsaw. If he had fallen any farther forwards, his forehead would’ve collided with the moving blade rather than the engine block.
He curled up and scrambled away from Colin, back towards the cliff edge, back towards Arjen. He turned to look at Colin, the his glasses tilted and knocked halfway off of his face as the frame hung under his ear. He pointed his chainsaw at Colin as he stood up, and readjusted his glasses.
“Back up! Back the fuck up!”
He sniffed, and could feel blood running down his left nostril. He tasted iron and could feel his bottom lip had already swolen. Despite the taste of blood, his mouth felt dry. He licked between his gap and looked at Arjen, still there, still tied up.
All because of him. Every bad thing that’s happened to him had happened because of Arjen. It started with him, and it was going to end with him, one way or another.
He kept Colin at bay with his saw. He didn’t know how this fuckstick wasn’t dead yet. He had the weapon now, he was the one who had the control, but this fucker didn’t see things that way. Who the fuck would go out of their way to save this little weak fuck?! Nobody would do that for him! It was fucking bullshit!
“Hey, Arjen... You said your family would miss you if you died?”
No, nobody ever wanted to help Marco, they all just kept him down. Easy fucking target. If he ever had a chance to get a leg up, someone else would come and drag him back, and the worst part was, was that he’d just let them!
It would happen again. They’d take his saw away, untie Arjen and walk away, and there was literally nothing he could do to stop it, because whatever higher power that was up there just fucking hated him. He shouted at Colin.
“Think you can just show up out of nowhere and save the fucking day, huh? Get in my way, try to take what I earned away! Well fuck you, fatass! You ain’t no hero, not today bitch!”
Maybe he couldn’t win. Maybe he was just fated to lose. That was his purpose in life. No... Not today though. If he was losing, he wouldn’t lose alone. He was gonna take the bane of his existence here on this fucking island to hell with him.
“Guess they’ll miss you, Arjen!”
He kicked the rock off the side, and cackled madly as a second later, Arjen Kramer was dragged along with it. He faced Colin as he shouted his final farewell to Arjen who slid right by into the roiling abyss of the sea below.
“HAHAHAHA! Continue your crying in hell!”
He revved his saw as he prepared for the worst.
He curled up and scrambled away from Colin, back towards the cliff edge, back towards Arjen. He turned to look at Colin, the his glasses tilted and knocked halfway off of his face as the frame hung under his ear. He pointed his chainsaw at Colin as he stood up, and readjusted his glasses.
“Back up! Back the fuck up!”
He sniffed, and could feel blood running down his left nostril. He tasted iron and could feel his bottom lip had already swolen. Despite the taste of blood, his mouth felt dry. He licked between his gap and looked at Arjen, still there, still tied up.
All because of him. Every bad thing that’s happened to him had happened because of Arjen. It started with him, and it was going to end with him, one way or another.
He kept Colin at bay with his saw. He didn’t know how this fuckstick wasn’t dead yet. He had the weapon now, he was the one who had the control, but this fucker didn’t see things that way. Who the fuck would go out of their way to save this little weak fuck?! Nobody would do that for him! It was fucking bullshit!
“Hey, Arjen... You said your family would miss you if you died?”
No, nobody ever wanted to help Marco, they all just kept him down. Easy fucking target. If he ever had a chance to get a leg up, someone else would come and drag him back, and the worst part was, was that he’d just let them!
It would happen again. They’d take his saw away, untie Arjen and walk away, and there was literally nothing he could do to stop it, because whatever higher power that was up there just fucking hated him. He shouted at Colin.
“Think you can just show up out of nowhere and save the fucking day, huh? Get in my way, try to take what I earned away! Well fuck you, fatass! You ain’t no hero, not today bitch!”
Maybe he couldn’t win. Maybe he was just fated to lose. That was his purpose in life. No... Not today though. If he was losing, he wouldn’t lose alone. He was gonna take the bane of his existence here on this fucking island to hell with him.
“Guess they’ll miss you, Arjen!”
He kicked the rock off the side, and cackled madly as a second later, Arjen Kramer was dragged along with it. He faced Colin as he shouted his final farewell to Arjen who slid right by into the roiling abyss of the sea below.
“HAHAHAHA! Continue your crying in hell!”
He revved his saw as he prepared for the worst.