Angels of Disaster

Astrid James: To Fear Nature's Beauty

"Astrid James, my sister. I've known her since the day I was born, being the younger sister. I think you know her, too, right?" Debra sat back on the cot and glared at Jacob.

"No," was all he said.

"Then it's fair to assume you care about her as much as you about everyone else?"

Jacob shrugged. "I guess so."

"She's a slut, like Grey. She's narcissistic, like Norman. She's needy, like Jones. She's 'better than everyone else", like Gutierrez. She's plastic, like Bell. Everyone loves her. My own mother loves Astrid more than me. Mothers aren't supposed to have favorites.

"I shared all this with Jeremy. He agreed. He hates Astrid, too." Debra took in the jealousy on Jacob's face whenever she talked about Jeremy.

"Jeremy sent me back to the shed to get Bell's body during the night. When I got back, all the rotting bodies at the campsite were skinned. Their skin was strung up on a clothing line. There was blue skin, burnt skin, abused skin, and bloody skin. Astrid doesn't like fucked-up skin.

"By each skin set was a picture of the body next to it. Everyone was there, and Bell was reserved a spot on the line.

"I watched Jeremy skin Bell and hang the flesh on the clothing line by her picture. I found the skinless bodies and sat them down at the fire pit. Jeremy helped me set the bodies up after he was done with the skin. This display was going to be put into action during the night, so no fire or any other props that could ruin the scene.

"Adriana Grey was lighting a fire in the pit with a thick stick. She was leaning into the fire so she could successfully toss the stick in the pile of weeds and wood in the pit. She was smiling with big eyes.

"Kenneth Norman was holding a large bucket of water, ready to throw it into the fire if things got out of control. One of his legs was half under the log he was sitting on to allow for a quick reaction to set the fire out. His eyes were attentively watching the fire.

"Emma Jones was not sitting at the fire. She was calmly standing by her tent, looking toward the sky. It didn't look like she wanted to participate in the bonfire tonight. Her arms were crossed, and she looked content; peaceful even.

"Jason Gutierrez was sitting on a log with his legs spread apart and his hand on his stomach. She still had the breast implants. He was laughing at the conversation taking place, fully embracing his injuries.

"Fallon Bell was just observing everything and everyone. She was taking everything in and being nice about it. She looked content.

"Astrid James would join the group later. Today is about her, though, and her day started off chained to the bed in the trailer. She silently laid on the bed, not struggling. She showed no expression, it was just empty. Can't blame her. Astrid went through a lot in a little less than a week. Didn't make her any less pitiful or selfish.

"After cleaning up himself, Jeremy made the three of us lunch. Astrid got an extra sandwich and was forced to eat both. Her sandwiches were made with extra everything.

"My sister's torture started as soon as lunch was finished. We led her outside, not letting her see the scene yet, and laid her down on the dirt behind the RV. She laid directly in the suns line of sight, and it wasn't letting her go without a sunburn. Before we let her do her things, we took her clothes off, leaving her in just her underwear and bra.

"She was chained to the RV just in case she tried escaping, but when we came back to the place we left her a few hours later, she was still there. She hadn't moved at all.