"I can't keep pretending. I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone. And it terrifies me, but it's the truth. I need you to know."
[yellowjackets s1-]
[shauna shipman x oc]
[lottie matthews x oc]
[natalie scatorccio x oc]
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[1996]
The cabin was a flurry of movement as Lottie and Natalie were being prepped for their competition. Misty, with an air of authority, stood in the center of the room, outlining the rules with meticulous detail. Her voice was steady, and though she wasn't loud, the gravity of her words held everyone's attention. Both Lottie and Natalie stood silently, absorbing the instructions, their expressions focused.
Lottie, eyes were distant, as if mentally preparing herself for what lay ahead. Natalie, on the other hand, exuded a restless energy. She fiddled with the edge of her jacket, her gaze occasionally flicking over to Lottie, her competitive spirit evident in the sharpness of her eyes.
Misty continued her briefing, emphasizing that there was to be no assistance of any kind. If either of them made a kill, they were to leave it where it fell, and the others would verify it. And if they didn't make it back by sundown, they'd be disqualified—no exceptions. The rules were harsh, but that was the point. The stakes were high, and everyone knew it.
Misty paused, holding up the only gun they had. "Oh, and for weapons..." She hesitated, glancing between Lottie and Natalie. "We only have one gun, so, um, maybe you can draw cards..."
Before she could finish, Mari interrupted, her voice cutting through the tension. "Lottie doesn't need a gun." Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Evelyn, standing off to the side with her arms crossed, rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it all. The whole thing was stupid, a ridiculous display of misplaced faith and competitiveness. She watched as Misty simply nodded at Mari's comment, accepting it without question, and handed the gun to Natalie. There was a brief exchange of looks—Natalie's was a mixture of gratitude and irritation, while Lottie's remained unreadable.
As the preparations came to an end, the group moved outside for the final moments before the competition began. The air was thick with tension, the chill of the outdoors adding to the unease that hung between the two competitors. The group had naturally divided, with some siding with Lottie, their belief in her almost fanatical, while others stood with Natalie, their loyalty rooted in practical trust.
Evelyn stood in the center, watching both sides with a mix of frustration and disbelief. The whole scene felt surreal, like they were in some twisted version of reality where survival had turned into a game. She clenched her jaw, her mind racing as she observed the two women—both strong, both determined, yet so different in their approach to this challenge.
