Day Two

[Blink]

She could hear her own heaving breathing over the rain coming down on her as she trekked down the mountain. Her collar was practically buzzing with every portal she spawned, zooming in and out of them and fighting the limitations of the metal device on her neck. She stumbled her way down the steep hill until finally she hit flat land, practically jumping into a bustle of bushes to get behind them. This was the first time she had a chance to relax and just catch her breath since the craziness near the top of the mountain. Violet had allowed a sniveling rodent into their group and she paid for it. She was dead and Blink was left with a painful reminder of what happens when you trust too easier. Her fingers curled around the arrow in her shoulder, hissing as she gently nudged it. It hurt.

You have to trust me. That's what she said. That's what Violet had told Blink. So Blink did; she did everything in power to suppress the bad feeling in her gut and went with the lavender-haired warrior. Violet had a lot of good experience in this game and she made a good case for needing to team up with somebody. But what Blink didn't take into account was...maybe Violet wasn't a good player in the game. It made sense, considering she had played twice - three times, now - and hadn't won. But despite her concerns, Blink trusted Violet.

And now Violet was dead.

Blink didn't like this Victor Wolfe character when he first showed up. It was different then when Violet had teamed up with her. He had a rat-like face and was almost seemed too eager for the alliance. Violet had earned her way into a group with Blink - this guy just walked in and practically begged on his hands and knees for one and got it? Something was fishy, and Blink knew it. But Violet said: You have to trust me. Blink let her guard down. They both did. It was a mistake.

Blink shifted so she was leaning back against a tree trunk with he green duffel bag at her right side. She looked over at the wound that was left. She had an arrow sticking out of her shoulder. There were other smaller wounds along her pink body, but this was by far the only one with real consequences. She growled as she remembered when the projectile stabbed into her. Anger was good. She knew that anger was going to get her through this pain. Her fingers curled around the arrow again. It was going to have to come out. She pulled up the fabric on her green robe and bit into it, groaning as her little fingers pulled harshly on the arrow.

The sound of skin breaking further hit her pointy ears. Her groan turned into a scream, which she muffled with her free hand as the arrow slowly came out of it's bloody pocket. Once she felt it loosen enough, she surprised herself by yanking it clean out, causing blood to immediately spurt from her open wound. The scream devolved down into a squeak as she dropped the arrow onto the grass. Thinking fast, she ripped off some of the emerald fabric near her slender ankle and wrapped it under her armpit and over the wound. It wasn't the prettiest bandage in the world, given the thinness of the cloth, but it would do. She let out a relieved sigh, happy that ordeal was over.

Claire moved onto her knees, her breath starting to return to normal. She put a hand on her bag and opened a small pocket on it; big enough to pull out her Super Barbie. She looked down at it. It was useless as a weapon, but it was brought her comfort. Warmth. It reminded her of herself a bit, when she was younger and innocent. Before life forced her into a road of violence. It also reminded her of Violet. As foolish as her strategy was, Violet was optimistic and full of charm. She didn't deserve her fate, even though she asked for it. She stroked the blonde hair of the cute barbie doll, taking a moment to admire it. Then she squeezed her small hand around it tightly. Anger started to soak back into her.

Blink was a lot of things, but a graceful loser was not one of them. She was competitive and reckless. Violet had talked her into playing it safe; going with the numbers. This was a tournament and Blink wanted to fight. Now she could. Now she had a purpose. To win this game.

She was an underdog now. But she would prove them all wrong.

Glowing with rage over her pink hue, Claire Ferguson stood up, duffel bag in one hand and Super Barbie in the other. The teleporting prime looked up, as if she was staring directly into a camera. "I am no longer a passive space-waster on this island! I will not stand here and be hunted!" She declared, as if anybody on this desolate battleground could hear her. But it made her feel good. "If I'm going to die here, I'm going to take as many of you fuckers with me! You should be very, very afraid! I am in this to win this now."

The magenta mutant gripped with her fingers around the handle of the duffel and turned to walk away. She had a Plan B and now it was time to act on it. It felt good to have a purpose now - a reason she was here in this place. It made her feel whole. She couldn't help but think of a certain purple-topped martial artist that had led her this way. It was an ugly stumble to get Blink to this comfortable, violent place. But it was a fact that Blink could not have gotten there without her. So above all else...this was for her.

For Violet.