Island of the slaughtered

Rule 14: léÃvĒ th3 îßlāñd ñøw

Oh my god. It's almost done.

Day 14

Courtney died. Oh god. I technically killed someone. Oh. My. God. Shit. Duncan's been really quiet. Like, quieter than Katie, and that's a bar set high. Gwen on the other hand, is not so quiet. Sobbing over Trent and Courtneys death. Heather won't shut up. She has absolutely no sympathy.

"That B.I.T.C.H had it coming for her with a capital C" she said.

"Heather, for once in your life Shush" Leshawna said.

"Well, I'm hungry"

"Get it yourself" I snapped.

"You know what, fine" she spat, "and you guys are having none"

"Fine by us" Katie said.

And so heather left, slamming the door as she did.

"Good riddance to bad, annoying, basic, self absorbed, rude, unoriginal rubbish" Leshawna said. And really, that sums up Heather's Death. But obviously, I'm not that lazy. I think.

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Heather hates them all. She despises them. None of them listen, they're all incompetent, and absolutely idiotic. The only person she wishes was here with her isn't. Alejandro. Though then again, she isn't wishing death upon her S/O. Maybe anyone else, but as much as she was horrid, she isn't going to wish death on her boyfriend.

She had a lot of features she valued. But none as much as her hair. Her beautiful, black, silky hair. She had managed to keep it reasonably well kept despite the whole fiasco. The others, she could say less. Much less. Their hair looks like bird nests, might aswell give birds more places to live, she would comment. She freaked when her best feature was shaved off. Twice.

Heather walked into the food court, hoping for something, anything.  Well, maybe not anything. She still had standards, of course. Knowing the killer was sierra, she was weary of where she stepped. One wrong move and she was gone. Eliminated.

Last to be eliminated. Though she doesn't know that.

Yet.

Heather walked through to the forest, stumbling a little due to the stupid heels she wore. She was hoping to find some berries or something. Heather isn't as bad as she seems, honest. Her past is to blame her current attitude.

Sometimes the truth is just her point of view, not the actual truth, which may sound manipulative, but is the result of her mother's influence.

When she was younger, her mother would make her eat less, eat foods with lesser calories. Until she was eating 1 meal a day. As you can tell, her mother wasn't a fit parent. Starving her child when she had more than enough food to provide. Heather, on the other hand, wasn't aware of the abnormality of this situation. Not until the 6th grade, when she was checking calories of a sweet packet she was given for good behaviour. She returned it to the teacher, and when she told her why (it was outside her 'calorie limit') the teacher was taken aback. Though Heather's mother was a very scary, powerful woman. The teacher didn't dare interfere. So young heather walked home and asked her mom. Mrs Kasuga didn't take it very well, and it resulted in violence, yelling at poor heather that she could've been taken away. So heather stuck to her irrational 'diet'. Her father didn't know anything, always in a different country, making a living for the family. That's why heather's so rude and self absorbed. She mimicked her mother's behaviour towards others, which resulted in the attitude she has now. Though, that's just a reason, not an excuse.

She walked through the dense forest, witnessing Justin and Sadie's bodies. A grip on her arm. A hand over her mouth. Heather tried to scream but it wouldn't escape her mouth. Sierra dragged her to the food tent, where she would decide her fate.

"THUCK TYOU THIERRA" she tried to say.

"My, heather, your even more gorgeous than
when I last saw you" sierra commented,

"Drop dead gorgeous."

Heather's eyes widened. Dead?  Sierra wouldn't do this do her. Right?

Wrong. Ugh, these people are so dumb. What do you think she took you for, a little hang out session?

Sierra laced Heather's Hair through her fingers. It really was gorgeous, despite the conditions of this island.

"You wouldn't mind if I .. took a little souvenir" She wasn't asking. She was telling.

Heather let out a sob. Sierra lifted a glimmering knife. She thrust the weapon into her stomach, the knife now shimmering crimson. She raised the knife to her neck.

"Just about....here" she smiled.

She started cutting at her head. Heather screamed and screamed but no avail. This was her fate. Her pale body dropped to the ground. Sierra held heather by her hair, smiling at her trophy. She walked over to the fridge.
Such a pretty head must be preserved properly, by all means. She strung heathers head by her hair, the pretty face now hovering. What to do with the body? She disposed of it behind a nearby tree.

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"She's dead" Gwen announced like it wasn't already obvious. 

"Well, it's still only morni-" Cody was interrupted by an.... engine?!

"Is that what I think it is?!"

"Oh please, oh please oh please" Gwen said to no one in particular.

Leshawna rushed outside as the others followed.

"Hello campers" Chris said grimly. And who was that behind him? Alejandro! But, well, obviously no sierra. Maybe she escaped.

Chris knew who had died, well mostly. They would be here if they were alive. Alejandro scanned the remaining 7 for his amor. Nothing. He resorted to a state of panic.

"Where's Heather?!" He half yelled.

"We think..we think she died" Katie said,"she was last seen just an hour ago, there's still hope"

But the other six shook their heads. No chance.

Heather Kasuga

Drop Dead Gorgeous

Oh em gee two chapters in one hour?! Well, sort of a hour. I'm doing aftermath 3 rnnrnrnnrnrnrnrnnrnr ayyyy!