Days of Our Lives Survivor

Thursday, June 07, 2001

Day 10 on Survivor Island

*The Tribe Has Spoken*

All received from Tribe #1 have been counted, and the results are in.

Kristen DiMera, it's time to extinguish your torch. Your tribe has spoken. Please gather your VR Goggles, if you can wrestle them away from your other tribe members, and leave your parting comments before the door hits your ass on the way out.*

*And, just so's you all know, I don't mean that in a bad way (most of the time :)) - just call it my version of "You are the weakest link! Goodbye!"

confessed by Your Host, The Big BadAss at 12:49 AM

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Laura *Confessional* - Tribe One

[An early morning fog hangs in the air as Laura breaks the treeline. Her eyes are red-rimmed and swollen, but there is a serious glint in her look. Wearily, she sits on a stump. Then, thinking better, slides to the damp ground. With an exhausted huff, she lets the tree hold her upright. Bob stifles a yawn and hands her a cup of coffee which she greedily consumes. For the longest time she remains silent--the only sound to penetrate the fog around them her heavy dejected sighs. When she finally speaks, her voice is low and quiet but there is a dangerous edge in her words that sets Bob's hair on end.]

If I could get my hands on that boy...I'd wring his neck for what he's done. [Mutters], Ungrateful, little snot...[Silence sets in again, strained to the point of discomfort.]

Bob: [Tentatively], So she told you what happened? [Laura says nothing, just turns haunted eyes to him and nods.] She asked me not to tell anyone...but...I thought... well... her husband... [He stops awkwardly, unsure what to say.]

Ought to know? [Bob looks at her unsure.] You won't get any argument out of me on that one...I think he has a right to know. Hell, I think he has a responsibility to know! But I can't tell him; I promised Marlena. [Knowingly, her eyes plead with Bob as he nods imperceptibly.]

[Rubbing her sleeplessness from her eyes, Laura tries to hide her yawns. Her neck pops loudly as she works to break the tension. When she speaks again, her quiet voice sounds gravelly and whiskey-sweet.] I don't know who had the worst night last night. We both tossed and turned until finally I couldn't take it anymore...felt like I was suffocating...had to get out of that tent before I died or did myself in. [Pausing, Laura takes in the surroundings--her brow scrunched in confused contemplation.] I just don't get it, Bob. It's not been that long...I remember what Brady was like as a little boy--he loved and adored Marlena. [Sighs heavily], I don't understand; Langan is gone...if this is not his doing... [A trace of fear dances across her face.]

Bob: Aren't you a psychiatrist? [Laura looks at him expectantly.] I'm no doctor, but to me, the boy just acts plain sick.

[Tears begin to trickle down her cheeks.] I don't know...maybe. [Shifting], To be honest, I'd really rather not think about it because then I'd have a duty as a physician to try and care for him. And right now, I don't want to care for him...I want to make him pay for what he's done. [Covering her mouth with her fist, she tries to hold back the emotion.] That's the real bitch in all this, you know...the real tragedy. Marlena loves that boy... in spite of all he's done, she loves him. Is afraid that if he knew, John might very well kill him... [Pain washes across her face.] God! If somebody's child had to be kidnapped from this island why couldn't it have been him rather than my Jennifer? That must sound awful to you... [Too lost in her emotions, she doesn't see Bob shakes his head no. Lord knows he'd much rather have a pretty young blond to listen to than to have to contend with some sicko with an Oedipus Complex.] I don't mean that...yes I do... I don't know what I mean anymore. [Crying, she offers him a watery chuckle.] And here I thought Marlena and I had cried ourselves dry last night. [Glancing back at camp], I guess I should go check on Marlena. Thanks for the coffee and the ear...I think you missed your calling, Bob--you're a shrink trapped in a cameraman's body if ever I saw one. [Turning to go, she tries to smile but it never reaches her eyes.]