Flight School: Hunter

What is a Vaughn?

A Vaughn is edgy but soft on certain days; A Vaughn is graceful and perfectly absurd at the same time; A Vaughn is terrifyingly human, beautifully afraid of the world and the cliff in which he stands upon.

I am so heartened by the many interpretations you guys have decided to share with me in the comments in the previous chapter that I decided to make one dedicated to addressing some of your interpretations and sharing them with fellow Stars who might, like yourself, share similar opinions. Oh but please don't be disheartened if I don't address your interpretation—it might just be a major spoiler that I don't wish for anyone else to know (spies on you people who are scrolling through the comments in the previous chapter) hehe.

I must say, some of your readings are entirely accurate and it makes me so impressed and so afraid at the same time. I mean, what if you figure out the rest of the story? Oh no! (Okay just kidding because what I have planned is... uh... entirely just, uh... some CraZy shIt dontworryitsgooddontworryimnotgonnapullaSlayne)

Either way, if you have some time to read this chapter of Vaughny-poo explanations, I would be honoured.

The Mess

Since book one, there is one thing about Vaughn that I have yet to directly address, hoping that some of you Stars might find pride and joy in digging through the words on your own accord without me feeding you the Nutella. Nevertheless, since I've waited long enough and since the timely Vaughn chapter is here and I can no longer hold it in, I shall address this aspect.

Boy is clean.

Boy is very clean—his entire room is filled with nothing but order, spick and span to the very last detail: the ornamental spider on a shelf by his entranceway. Geometrical. I mean, who in the world buys ornamental spiders??? That are geometrical??? I've mentioned the spider several times (if you caught it) and alluded to the extremity of Vaughn's liking for order that has almost become apparent to readers as an obsession. Someone like Vaughn—whose Avian is a black vulture named Nox (and if you haven't realised, Avians are spirit animals, like duh that was stated in the first chapter so yeah, that's why Victoria introduced herself as Mary Poppins because Luka wAnTs a ChILDhOoD and Io is quite literally the light in the dark)—we would normally associate with mess.

His life is in no way clean and tidy, neat or organized. His biological brother is this, his mother is that, Cameron was that, his mother got remarried and he supposedly has a new family, the island acknowledged him only when he wins or else he would have to remain as a scavenger yeah you get my point. Vaughn was never clean and tidy; never controlled by that which should be in control—himself.

Without control and without order internally or within his cage, Vaughn tries so hard to exert this control on the world outside his cage. That which exists externally. But whilst trying to do all this (keeping his room as clean, tidy, and simple as possible, having a pocket organizer that I've mentioned at least three times, keeping his movies and music in a well-organized shelf, having a fridge that categorizes all his food, speaking in a way that makes him sound terrifyingly prim and proper) he still isn't able to stop the chaos within.

Vaughn is, inherently, the darkness. He can clean and clean and clean but never will he rid of the mess inside because that is what he is.

He is the chaos. He is the mess.