In order to survive in an island that lives off the smell of death, you have rip your skin off and let it fall. Scaring oneself is the key to survival in Outerbanks, that's why no one's amused by the presence of monsters on paradise.
Ward fucking Cameron. Stranded, scars covered his face, handcuffed to Barry's motorcycle. His screams and chants had ghosts peek from underground, crowning themselves whilst watching the king sit at the bottom of the throne. The devil's ally had won, knowing quite well that a monster's biggest strength can fill as a weakness, those who are powerful at pulling the trigger grow powerless at having the trigger pulled at them. If that makes sense, but in one's wicked mind, sense doesn't exist.
Dune did what she knew best, using a gun, a thread and the talent of knitting. In a moment where everything feels like falling apart, where a gun and a knife come facing one another, they kiss. John B drove Ward's car while Sarah sat in the passenger seat, in hysterics. Rafe laid in the backseat, his head rested on Dune's thighs, their fingertips touched, the closest they wanted to be to one another. Sarah, kept an intense eye contact with Rafe, who in return glued his eyes on her. A brother and a sister on an ongoing war, both of them got the bitter taste of having a bullet collide with their skin. Dune wasn't crying, nor screaming anymore. She chose silence while Rafe chose violence, hearing her scream at the top of her lungs when he got shot will remain a memory in his brain. But for now, all he wanted was to devour her silence, Sarah's whimpers were making enough noise.
"We're going to get there Rafe, hang in there."
"It's not the first time I got shot Sarah, I've been trying to get the hundred bullets stuck under my skin for years now. This bullet right there, is as euphoric as cocaine. Nothing hurts me anymore Sarah, now I need you to shut up because your tears make me furious."
"Sarah, stop crying, please." said Dune, reaching to hold Sarah's hand, squeezed it gently. It didn't last long though as Sarah slipped her hand from Dune's and focused on the road. Dune's eyes met John B, they know. They know yet they still came, thought Dune. They know what she did, it's been written on her face all along, yet no one knew how to read a well crafted lie, except for John B. Dune, genuinely, knows nothing about the cross, all she heard were detached lines from different stories, she tried writing every sentence on a piece of paper once, the chances of coming with a reasonable conclusion were negligible.
Meanwhile JJ, Kiara and Pope followed the others in the Twinkie. JJ in the driver's seat, fighting with time. While Pope and Kiara sat in the back, holding on to dear life. JJ drove mindlessly, all he could see was images of Dune and Rafe, thinking of different scenarios, trying to link everything. Who's the girl he fell in love with? Was it the same girl who smiled at him with teary eyes? the same girl who made crying a stress relief, a sign of power, a weapon that makes a person see the world clearly despite the blur? He recalled every memory, he could swear the sun would smile from ear to ear when they'd look at it, then they'd look at each other.
"You're a liar, you never loved me." Screamed JJ, moving on full speed. Pope said a prayer underneath his breath, a prayer after the other, hoping it would clear the sky from their sins. Yet the sky gathered all the long lost clouds and made them embrace, joining the tragedies with pretty names in crying.
"JJ slow down, you're going to get us killed!" roared Kiara, falling into Pope's arms, Pope could feel his skin tighten around his bones, not knowing whether it was from Kiara's touch or the near death experience they're having because of JJ's driving. Words to JJ were ruthless, the sound of the quarrel between his heart and his mind were louder, making the deaf hear everything.
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"Are we there yet?" said Dune, scratching her throat. It's the first thing she'd said ever since they hopped into Ward's car. She could feel Rafe's eyes burn her neck, his fingers moved to her chin, pulling her face down with full force.
"So that's how dying for love feels like?" he whispered, knowing that Sarah and John B might hear him but he didn't care. Dune pretended not to hear what he just said, she sighed and looked outside her window, craving fresher air. Closing her eyes, a tear fell down her cheek, then on the tip of Rafe's tongue. He gulped it down, merged with his tastebuds like sugar cane.
"We're here," coughed John B, took you long enough, thought Dune. They helped Rafe get into JJ's cousin's house. No time to explain, the bullet must come out before it's too late.
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After the rest of the Pogues arrived, they all stood in outside, except for Dune. Rafe wanted Dune to stay with him, so that if he dies, the last thing he wanted to see was the sight of someone he could love. Dune stood in the farthest corner of the room, feeling hungry eyes eating her alive. Goosebumps contaminated her body, she looked at JJ with the corner of her eye, eyeing her cardigan, smeared in blood. She looked at her sundress, kook princess who crowns herself with blood. Deep down she knew that every kook gets glory starting from filth. It was nothing new, just a sugar-coated society that refuses to believe a silver spoon was dug in soil and mold before making contact with their tongues. She looked at her sundress and thought, what did Rafe think of me in this dress? it hugged her perfectly, emphasizing on her curves, the goosebumps were a byproduct of a vivid imagination, of having stone cold fingers mark their territory on her. Rafe's.
JJ's cousin stopped in the middle of his work, looking at Dune. He made his way to her, rubbing his hands together.
"He needs blood, otherwise we'll have to cut his leg off."
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Fanfiction"Before you could break my heart, it'll be at your step, in pieces, right before you know it." Dune lives with several identities, one of them gave up the ghost, smeared Dune's hands in blood. Dune, is that her real name? What does she have to hide...
