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Just binged the entire new season of Bojack Horseman so I'm filled up with lots of sadness to pour into the update tomorrow.
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Ayyy, I've only seen the first 3 eps so far, I need to hurry up and finish the season.
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I wholeheartedly expect a meteor to strike TC's house tomorrow, destroy his computer, and we'll be deprived of our update
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Eevee-Trainer posted...

I wholeheartedly expect a meteor to strike TC's house tomorrow, destroy his computer, and we'll be deprived of our update

You guys uh.... are not gonna believe what happened to my house today.

jk writing it now
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Jess puts the car in park. While she and Mills exit the front seat, a teenage girl gets out of the back. She looks to be the same age as Mills, but a few inches taller. Her arms and legs are so lanky she looks like a stick figure come to life. Her long black hair is in a ponytail that ends just above her waist. "Who is this other small person?" you ask.
Mills opens his mouth to say something, but the girl announces "I'm Kata" before he has the chance to.
"We're actually going by codenames," Mills informs her.
"What's your codename?" she asks.
"I'm going by Mills," he replies.
"That's not much of a codename," she frowns. "I mean, your last name is Miller. It's not a huge leap."
"Yeah but Slim didn't know that," he argues.
"Why can't Slim know your real name?" Kata wonders.
"I do know his real name, I googled it," you tell him holding up your phone.
"Aw, what the hell man?" Mills looks disappointed.
Kata strides over to you and shakes your hand. "Nice to meet you, Slim. If that is your real name."
You shake Kata's hand happily. "My name is Kevin Archibald Rosen. I was born April 22, 1987. My social security number is-"
"I don't... I don't need to know your social," Kata interrupts you. "Do you want me to call you Kevin or Slim?"
Wanting to score some wingman points for Mills, you turn to him and ask, "What do you think, master?"
Mills raises his eyebrow. "I don't give a shit, dude."
"I guess I'll stay with Slim," you shrug. "Mainly because I realized that Slim is Mills backwards and I think that's a neat dynamic."
"Oooh shit," Mills eyes widen as his mind is blown.
"You want a codename, Kata?" you ask.
"I'd like my codename to still be Kata," she requests.
"Alright, that works. I should be able to remember that," you concentrate before turning to Jess. "Do you want a codename too?"
"No," she quickly replies.
"You're the only one without one though," Mills says.
"I'm fine with that," she confirms.
"My codename is Mills backwards. Your codename could be Kata's backwards," you suggest. "What's Kata backw... Hmm... A-..tak. Attack! Your codename could be Attack!"
"Yeah no thank you," Jess dismisses the proposal.
"That'd be pretty cool actually," Mills tries to sway her. "Because whenever we scream 'ATTACK!' the enemy wouldn't know if we were actually attacking or just shouting your name."
"Why are you three attacking anyone?" Jess demands.
"We're not, Jess. It's just kids being kids," you lie.
Jess rolls her eyes and sighs. "Kevin you have a fucking knife in your arm."
You look down at the knife Kendra planted in your tricep that you forgot to remove. "It's what all the kids are doing now. The dab's been replaced by the stab. I learned that at Jamba Juice."
"What are you-"
"The one on Route 18."
"-even talking about?" Jess finishes.
"Kids are the future. Keep up or... get stabbed," you warn Jess in a confused tone.

Needing to change the subject, you ask Mills, "So how do you know Kata and what is she doing here?"
As Kata strolls to the car and grabs a duffel bag from the backseat, Mills answers, "We're boyfriend and girlfriend."
Huh, looks like you didn't need to give Mills any wingman points at all. He's doing fine on his own. You try to congratulate Mills, but take one look at his red hair and glasses an accidentally just blurt out, "Why?"
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Kata places the duffel bag delicately on the ground. "Why does anyone get together? I like him."
You again attempt to congratulate the happy couple, but end up whispering a simple, "Him?"
Mills furrows his brow. "What the hell, man?"
You take a step back to collect yourself. "No, no, no you're right. I'm being a real dink. I guess I'm still lost though?" you say quizzically. "Why is Kata at the yacht theft?"
"Pfft," Mills pffts. "Kata's the reason why the yacht theft is happening at all."
"You guys are stealing a fucking yacht?!" Jess interjects.
"We're gonna do our darndest, Jess. Don't you worry," you reassure her.
"So you know how my dad is the mayor?" Mills whispers at you.
"YES," you whisper back loudly.
"Well Kata's dad is sort of an antichrist-"
"Anarchist," Kata corrects him.
"Right, anarchist. So my father doesn't really want his son dating the daughter of an anarchist," Mills explains.
"So what if your dads have differing ideologies," you smile. "There's this girl Kendra that I met at the Jamba Juice on Route 18. She believed she needed to stab me while I believed I didn't need to be stabbed. Two opposite ends of the spectrum, but I still consider Kendra to be one of my very best friends."
"Friends don't stab friends, Slim," Kata tells you.
You clap her on the shoulder. "You're thirteen. You have a lot to learn about friendship."
"Aaaanyways," Mills continues. "It goes a little deeper than differing ideologies. Before he became the mayor, my dad was a cop. And Kata's dad was in... sales."
"Drug sales," Jess assumes out loud.
"Obviously," confirms Kata. "My dad was eventually arrested by his dad. This was before either of us were born, but my dad can hold a grudge for a long time. So when Mills' dad was running for office, my dad started protesting nearly all of his events. He spray-painted graffiti on his billboards, leaked some untrue shit to the media, anything to make him look bad. So to get him off his back, Mayor Miller asked his cop buddies to make sure my dad's sales career hadn't reignited."
"But it had?" asks Jess in a softer tone than she used before.
"No," Kata dispels that fear. "But he was still buying and wasn't really hiding it in the house. Cops found it, he was arrested, and I spent a couple rough months in foster care."
"Foster's - Australian for care," you chime in.
"Read the fucking room, Kevin," Jess scolds you.
"Anyways, Kata and I met at school and hit it off," Mills continues. "When I told my dad about it he almost locked me in my room, but never really told me why."
"And when my dad found out, he basically urged me to whore myself out to take down the Miller family from the inside," Kata adds.
"Ah, now it makes sense," you say.
"That's not what's fucking happening here, what the hell is wrong with you?" Kata demands.
"God sold me some good endorphins,."
"Next time we got together, we were able to piece together our stories," recalls Mills. "About a month ago, my dad dragged me onto this yacht of a rich real estate developer to schmooze about taxes or something, I don't know. But I saw it. There's an island off the coast - out of sight from the shore - that's where we want to go."
You squint. "Huh?"
"That's where we're gonna live. Kata and I are going to that island to be with each other. We just needed a way to get there, hence the yacht," Mills clarifies.
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You rub your temples. "Okay wait. So everything that's happened so far... Mills bringing me back from the dead, the people I've..." you give Jess a sidelong glance. "The people I've disgusted, the probable trauma I've put Carrie through, this whole time... it's just all been about some runaway teenage romance?"
Mills and Kata remain silent while they exchange discouraged glances.
"That is so GREAT!" you exclaim, bringing them both into a group hug.
"What?!" Jess exclaims from outside the hug as Mills and Kata bring their arms around you, laughing all the while.
"What better cause is there in this world than love?" you ask Jess. "These kids are crazy about each other and are willing to do anything to be together. Oh man, thinking about it makes me so happy my gosh darn heart is leaping into my dang throat." You stand between the two teenagers, hands on their shoulders.
Mills looks up at you and asks, "What did you mean 'people' you've disgusted? I thought you only 'disgusted' one person."
"There was a mute boy I met at the Jamba Juice that isn't currently disgusted but there is a possibility he will become disgusted later on," you explain. "Man, this is going to be an adventure, huh kids?"

"Okay, I really need to talk to you," Jess says as she grabs your hand and drags you away.
"What's up?"
"There's something I need to know," Jess starts.
Knowing what she's going to ask, you tell her, "It was on Route 18."
"I know where the fucking Jamba Juice is, Kevin," she scoffs. "There's something else I need to know."
Oh man, you weren't prepared for this. Luckily, you had something on your mind that you wanted to ask your sister-in-law first. "Hey, why are you doing this?"
"What do you mean?" she asks.
"You seemed pretty against helping me. I mean I'm partnering up with the mayor's missing son. That's a lot of risk to take on to bring him here," you scratch the back of your neck. "And not only that, now you wrangled in another child to the situation. I thought for sure you would have just driven Mills directly to the police station."
Jess nods. "Yeah, I probably should have. Once you sprayed dirt all over the front side of the house and drove off, I wanted to call the cops right away. But... I love my sister more than anyone else in the world, so I decided to tough it out for a chance to help her."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, that's what I need to talk to you about. I don't want to be involved in this yacht theft any more than I already am so I need answers now," she puts a hand on her hip. "And if you don't answer me honestly, I will change my mind and call the police to come pick up Mills."
You gasp. "Jessica! What's so important that you'd be willing to blackmail your dead brother-in-law and two adolescent weirdos?"
"Same thing she asked you at the house," is all she says.
"Come on, Jess."
Jess takes out her phone. "I swear to God, Kevin. You said it yourself, I put myself through a lot of risk to transport two missing children across town. This is what I did it for. She needs this... I need this."
Your eyes are fixated on the phone. You think about the hammer lying on the cave floor. It would come in handy right about now. For smashing the phone, of course. Not Jess.
"I don't need the whole story," Jess pleads. "Just give me something. You really can't tap into the darkness of your former life?"
"I remember... everything," you say exasperated. "But Carrie's going to want to know what went wrong. Nothing went wrong. It was always wrong. It was never right."
"What?" Jess blurts out.
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"Don't get me wrong, I love Carrie," you quickly clarify. "And I loved our marriage, but... did you ever see pictures of me before I met your sister?"
She nods. "I have. Let's just say you weren't so 'Slim' back then, if you know what I mean."
"Exactly," you say. "Six years ago I lived in my mom's basement. I was extremely overweight, I hated my job, and I was lonely as heck. I thought about ending it all almost every day, but who wouldn't be depressed under those circumstances?"
"But you changed," Jess says.
"I did," you nod. "I hated my job, so I really focused and got a better one. I didn't like living in Mom's basement, but with my new job I was able to move out. I hated my body, I started dieting and exercising. I was lonely... and then I met your sister. She was amazing. Beautiful, smart, quirky in an effortless way, not in a Zooey Deschanel way. And with that, everything that I hated about my former life was gone. All the causes of my depression were gone, but I didn't... I didn't feel any better. I kept waiting for it to click like I just put the last piece into a jigsaw puzzle and now I was complete. But I felt the same as I did sitting fat and alone in that basement. "
"That just means it was clinical, you idiot," Jess says bluntly.
"Yeah," you mutter. "I understand that. For those six years I considered my depression as a set of monkey bars on a playground. And as I checked things off my list, I imagined myself swinging across, getting closer and closer to the other side. But when I figured out my depression wasn't a matter of circumstance, I realized that I'd just been desperately hanging on to the first rung for six years. I was so... tired. I told myself don't look down, don't look down, don't look down, so I looked ahead. But I think that scared me more than what was below. So I dropped. I dropped and I'm sorry."
Jess wipes tears away from the corners of her eyes.
"It wasn't her fault," you tell Jess. "But look, I'm better! Sure, it's not great to look at the outside of me, but I'm feeling better than I have in decades."
"I'm happy for you, Kevin," Jess tries to smile.
You grab Jess by the shoulders. "Tell me honestly, how is Carrie doing?"
"She's... hanging in there," she replies wearily.

You look over to the kids who are talking about all the things they want to do on their island. You look down at Jess and ask, "Did this help?"
"So you're really just happy all the time?" Jess avoids the question.
"Yeah," you shrug. "It's pretty great."
"And before you came back, the six weeks you spent away from here...?" she chokes up in spite of herself.
You nod and give Jess a thumbs up. "Also super neat."
She's openly letting tears fall now. "And does it fade?"
You open your mouth to respond but she cuts you off by holding up one finger.
"Don't answer that! Not yet," she takes a deep breath to try to stop crying. "I have been doing everything I can to try to keep Carrie going over the last few weeks, but she is taking it badly. And it's even worse now that you showed up at her front door super chipper without a care in the world."
"I have a care," you say, trying to tie in your nonsensical joke from before. "I drink Foster's. Australian for-"
"It's wearing on me too, Kevin. So why am I keeping her going? Why am I even keeping myself going to keep Carrie going? If once we die it's all sunshine and smiles, why are we still here?"
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Mills and Kata have stopped their conversation and have become observers in yours.
"I mean, it's gotta fade though, right?" Jess shrugs. "What do we have to hope for if it doesn't? Other than hoping to die one day. Just tell me that if fades, Kevin. You can't really just feel uncontrollably happy forever, can you? It's gotta fade sometime."
"I...." you try to respond before Jess overpowers you again.
"I need you to tell me that it fades," Jess pleads. "I need that, Carrie needs that. I don't even care if it's a lie, I just need you to say it. Please just tell me that it fades. Tell me that it fades."
"Yeah," you respond. "It fades."

After you hand her the keys to your car, Jess backs away in Carrie's, vowing to come pick up her extra closet in the morning. You attempt to stare somberly through the windshield as she reverses out of the marina. You turn around to face Mills and Kata. "You think she can see me still?"
Kata peers around you. "Nah, you should be fine."
You double over and let out a short yell you've been holding in for nearly ten minutes. "Ooooh man I thought I was gonna blow it! That was soooo god dang hard keeping it together like that."
"Soooo what?" Kata asks. "It doesn't fade?"
"Heck no. I will feel like this for-flippin-ever," you laugh. "I sold it pretty good though, I think. Did I cry? I tried to cry but I don't know if I actually did."
"Could you cry on command when you were alive?" Mills asks.
You think it over. "Hmm no. I guess I probably didn't cry then, huh?"
Kata snaps her fingers to get you and Mills' attention. "Back to the matter at hand. We need a yacht."
You clasp your hands together and sway giddily. "So we can complete your loooove story."
Kata ignores you and continues on. "We should probably take a yacht at the end of the harbor, since it would be less trouble getting it out to the open ocean. Hopefully there's an older one that will be easy to hot wire."
"You can hot wire a yacht?" you ask.
"There are some skills I've inherited from my father that are actually useful," Kata confirms.
"I didn't even know yachts could be hot wired," you admit.

Kata walks over towards the marina and looks at potential targets, leaving you alone with Mills.
"Psst," you psst to Mills.
"Psst" he pssts back.
"If your girlfriend could hot wire yachts, why did you need me in the first place?" you whisper.
"Well because um.... Because...shit I swear there was a reason," Mills scratches his head.
"I did kill that old man pretty good," you say jovially.
"Yeah that wasn't the reason," Mills says.

Kata returns to the group and whispers, "There are at least four plain clothes policemen sitting in the harbor."
"How could you possibly know that?" Mills asks.
"You think my anarchist father didn't teach me how to spot pigs from a mile away?" Kata growls. "Luckily I came prepared." She unzips the duffel bag to reveal six molotov cocktails inside.
You take one look at the molotovs and say, "Kata, I don't know what your education plans are once you reach the island, but if you ever come back I know of a sorority that I really think you'll fit in well with."

You have the intel. You have the technical skills. You have the teen angst. Now all you need is a plan.

What do you do?

A) Use your strength to rip the siding off a yacht, use it as a bullet shield against the policemen and protect the kids while they hot wire a yacht.
B) Target a yacht. Take the molotovs away from the target and create a fiery diversion so the kids have time to get away.
C) Turn yourself in to the undercover police so Mills and Kata can get away without interference.
D) Offer to bite Mills and Kata's fathers instead of going on a yacht adventure.
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B
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Bump.
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B
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TC, I've praised you before for your engaging writing skills, but wow.. that description of depression - more importantly of somebody trying to rationalize it.. I'm speechless.

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Also, amazing fucking update. I knew we were waiting on something good. :)
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Ruvan22 posted...

TC, I've praised you before for your engaging writing skills, but wow.. that description of depression - more importantly of somebody trying to rationalize it.. I'm speechless.

WaterLink posted...

Also, amazing fucking update. I knew we were waiting on something good. :)

Thanks guys! For your patience and your kind words.
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B

And i agree with the above! I'm truly amazed at how naturally it all comes together!
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Three for B and one for A. I'll look to update probably Friday or Saturday.
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@SmidgeIsntBack
@Chaze_the_chat
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Oh FUCK dude I gotta read this asap
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A
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I just stayed up way past the time I needed to go to bed and I have to wake up in less than 4 hours.

Completely worth it.

B. This is your best story thus far dude.
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Bump
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Chaze_the_chat posted...

I just stayed up way past the time I needed to go to bed and I have to wake up in less than 4 hours.

Completely worth it.

B. This is your best story thus far dude.

<333 Hope you weren't a tired mess this morning.

B: 4
A: 3
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ill do my best to keep this bumped
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bump
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OffTempo posted...

ill do my best to keep this bumped

You da real MVP.
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Bump
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The destruction of the Patriots has also given me a lot of sadness to channel into the next update. This one shouldn't be too long so I can hopefully bang it out tomorrow.
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All good HotLap no pressure
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i dont know when the archive monster comes so bump
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up
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I got mma practice in like an hour so Ill give one last bump this day
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Bump
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Dang was about to get it too x)
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bump
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poggers
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OffTempo posted...

I got mma practice in like an hour so Ill give one last bump this day

You gotta threaten to fuck my shit up if I don't update.
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Writing now, but bumping just in case the purge boy comes before I'm done.
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B) Target a yacht. Take the molotovs away from the target and create a fiery diversion so the kids have time to get away.

"Alright, there's no point in delaying your happy ending any longer," you smile at the two teenagers. "Do you have your sights on a yacht, Kata?"
"Yeah, I was thinking the one all the way to the left," she points. "It's not enormous so it should be easier to control, but big enough to use for shelter on the island until we can build something else."
"I'm shit at building things and didn't bring any tools," Mills admits.
Kata scratches the back of his head. "Aww, I know babe. You just need to keep looking cute."
You wince. "That doesn't make any sense."
Mills scoffs. "Dude, come on."
"No, no, not that. We shouldn't go to the left. Kata, you said there were four cops. Where were they?" you ask.
Kata replies, "Spread out on benches along the beginning of the docks. Why?"
"Mr. Zeller's boat was on the left side of the docks. You'd think there would be a higher police presence there," you argue.
"Who's Mr. Zeller?" Kata asks.
"Just some old guy I beat up," you answer quickly.
Mills stands as still as a statue.
"Alright I'll take another look," Kata brings out the binoculars again and steps away from the group.

"I don't like lying to her," Mills mutters. "When she comes back you need to tell her the truth."
"How do you think she's going to take the truth, Mills?" you demand.
"I don't know. Probably not great. Hopefully better than I did when I threw up all over a cave," his eyes grow blanker as he remembers the incident.
"Barfing's tight though," you laugh. "I hope it goes down the same way."
"I don't," Mills says softly. "But she needs to know. This is too big to hide."

Kata returns to the group and whispers, "Jesus Christ, you were right. There's an additional four policemen over on the left side of the docks. That's eight cops total."
Mills seems to recede into his robes.
"That's a lotta boys," you reply, oddly upbeat.
"How badly did you beat up that old man?" Kata presses.
"He... he may have died from the beating," you confess.
Kata's movements seems to slow down as she opens her mouth for what feels like an eternity before responding, "Oh, okay. No big deal, I kill people all the time."
"What?!" you and Mills say in unison.
"No, I don't," Kata shudders as she squats in place. "I don't know why I just said that. I just got very nervous."
"You feeling alright? You gonna throw up?" you ask hopefully.
"No, I'm fine," she answers. "I just need a minute."
Mills starts to rub circles on her back just in case.
Kata looks up at him, distressed. "Did you know?"
Mills pulls down his hood and does his best to speak calmly and clearly. "Yes, I knew. I didn't tell him to do it, it's just something that happened."
That's not good enough for Kata. "How?"
"I sent him down here to scout potential yachts," Mills starts before you take over.
"There was this terrible manboy in high school who threatened to kill my dad once. So I found his dad, and I sorta bashed him with a hammer. Just a lot of dad drama..." you taper off before finding a new argument. "Kinda like you guys! Kata, if given the chance, would you murder Mills' dad with a hammer?"
"What?" Mills gasps.
"No! Of course not!" Kata denies your allegation.
"Oh!" you exclaim. "I guess it's not like your situation at all then."
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Kata regains her composure and stands up straight. She motions to the right side of the harbor. "Down there. There's a boat named Virgil's Voyage we can take."
Mills breathes a sigh of relief. "So you're still in?"
Kata nods. "Yeah, I'm still in. I believe you when you say that you never told him to do that. If anything, this will get us far away from him."
"W-well, not really," Mills stammers. "I mean, he's coming with us."
"Say what now?" Kata responds. "He's definitely not."
"I'm sorry, but I have to disagree," Mills defends himself. "We might need him."
"For what, exactly?" Kata scowls.
"Heh, this would probably hurt my feelings if I still had any," you announce.
Kata states her case against your companionship. "You sent him down here to scout out yachts. Something which I did successfully - twice - in about ninety seconds. Not only did he not complete his task, he killed an old guy. Now it's going to be much harder to get out of the harbor."
"Yeah but-" Mills begins before you interrupt him.
"She's right, Mills. There are eight cops down there that are going to be looking for someone matching my description. Someone's gotta distract them. You clearly didn't need me for the yacht, you're in very good hands there," you smile at Kata. "But maybe you needed me for this."
"I promised to send you back to heaven after you completed your task," Mills replies. "I can't send you back if you're here and I'm on the island."
You laugh heartily and Mills flinches a bit as you clap him on the shoulder. "Is that what this is about? Mills, trust me I'm good. Don't worry about sending me back, I'm having the time of my life."
"Plus, he probably really doesn't deserve to go to heaven anymore," Kata adds.
"Mmhmm, that too," you agree.
"He could be good for... killing local wildlife for food," Mills suggests.
"I do have super strength now," you inform the duo.
"See? He could rip the siding off a yacht and shield us from police bullets all the way to Virgil's Voyage," Mills proposes happily.
"Yeah, that's just about the worst plan I've ever heard of," Kata spits on the ground. "We should give him the molotovs and have him set the left side of the marina on fire. All the cops will rush over there."
You nod excitedly. "I definitely like that."
"And just leave him to get taken down by police?" Mills asks. "He's... he's my friend."
"Then as your friend, let me do this for you," you request, again pointing to the knife in your arm. "I didn't even feel that, I'll be fine against police. Look, I don't need you just about as much as you need me... to stay far, far away from you."
"Exactly," Kata chimes in. "There's no way this works with him coming with us."
"I'm sorry. I don't like leaving him behind," Mills reiterates.
"Well you have to tell me why," Kata pleads. "Because so far none of your reasons are adding up."
"I just don't."
"Mills-"
"No," he shakes his head.
"Tell me!" Kata yells.
"BECAUSE I DON'T TRUST HIM!" Mills snaps as Kata recoils from this passive boy's sudden outburst.
"Ah," you nod knowingly while stepping away a few paces. "This wasn't about the friendship thing at all, was it?"
"No, Slim. It wasn't. I am terrified of you," Mills shivers as his face grows redder.
Kata sees how worked up Mills is getting and grabs his hand.
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It doesn't seem to work, however. "The worst part is I'm not actually afraid of you when we're together. Fuck, when we're together I actually really like you, Slim. But in the back of my mind I know that I can send you back to heaven if you get out of line. I can't do that when we're apart though. I need you with me because I don't know what you're going to do once I leave."
"So what, Mills? I'm like your hostage, is that it?" you ask. "I'm not allowed to leave your side anymore?"
"No!" Mills seethes. "I'm your hostage. I can't leave your side without having a panic attack. The first time I left, you killed some guy then came back and bragged about it. I didn't see what you did, but it's bad enough that there are eight fucking cops down there! Then the next time I leave alone, you come back with a knife in your arm and allude that you might have killed a second person?"
You take out your cell phone and wiggle it in your hand. "That was just Tim. I bit a mute boy who had blood as sweet as marinara sauce. Granted I don't know how my bites affect people yet, but they're gonna text me the play-by-play," you explain as you check your messages. "Hmm. Nothing yet though."
Mills looks at you incredulously. "How can I ever leave you alone again? I brought you back, I'm responsible. I can hardly live with Mr. Zeller on my conscience. I don't know how much more I can take."
You shove your tongue into your bottom lip while you weigh the possibilities. "Well it seems like you have three options. One, you bring me with you. In which case, we'll be swarmed by police, I'll be taken in, and you'll both be returned to your parents. Option two - you kill me right here, right now. You ensure I don't do anymore damage, but also ensure you'll never steal the yacht with the harbor this hot. Or... option three. You let me burn down half the harbor and you can sail away to your island where you'll never have to think about all the horrible things I'm doing back on the mainland."
Mills looks painfully to Kata as he laces his fingers through hers.
She nods sadly and whispers, "It's okay. If you can't go, I understand. But he can't come."
Mills steps towards you and says, "I know you don't have a conscience anymore, but I do. You asked me before if it all worked out, would it be worth it? I said yes- I still believe that. But any more blood on my hands and I'm not sure it will be. So please... you can't kill anyone else."
"I mean I'm not planning on it, but if something comes up, ya boi's gotta do what ya boi's gotta do," you tell him.
"No!" he refuses your rebuttal.
"It's not like you're even gonna know about it," you argue.
"Hey, listen to me. This is master to servant now," Mills stares into your soulless eyes. "You can't kill anyone."
"Why not?"
Mills replies with a tone that implies the answer was obvious. "Because you can."

Kata points out the locations of the eight police officers to you. You pull the drawstring of your hoodie as tight as you can before throwing the duffel bag of molotovs over your shoulder and heading down to the marina. You make sure to look at the ground as you walk so the police can't get a good look at your face. You walk to the farthest end of the marina to get maximum distance between you and Virgil's Voyage.You walk past the stretch of dock where Ed Zeller's houseboat is. You shoot a quick glance to your right and see the undercover cop sitting in the houseboat across from Ed's. You stride past a couple more officers undetected and then take the last right that's available. Kata told you that the none of the policemen should have a line of sight on you from this spot. Ahead of you is only open ocean and yachts for burnin'.
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You unzip the bag and take out the first bottle of gas and the lighter. "Alright, here goes nothing," you whisper as you light the flame. "Stop right there!" you hear from behind you as you whip around.
Apparently the guy wearing suit pants paired with a hoodie and carrying a sketchy duffel bag attracted a follower. "I'm... I'm smoking a bong," you call out to the cop.
The officer draws his gun. "One - no you're not. And two - even if you were, that's also illegal so don't move."
The officer says something you can't hear into his walkie. They're all probably heading your way now. You look down at the flame and quickly hold it to the cloth. "Hey!" you hear the officer scream as the cloth ignites quickly. You slam the cocktail down on the dock between you and the officer. The dock erupts in flames as the officer rears back in terror. Soon you are unable to see him at all through the smoke and fire. However, the inferno is spreading quickly and you just set your only escape route ablaze. You could also try to swim for it, but then you'd be one of those bloated, waterlogged corpses and that's just gross.

While you contemplate your escape, you light another molotov and chuck it at a yacht to your right. The side of the yacht catches fire and starts to burn, doubling the crackle of the nearby flames. A man peers over the dock of his burning boat and shouts, "Hey, what the fuck was that about?!" You ignore him as you turn to your left and notice that the string of yachts beside you are within jumping distance of each other. You walk up the ramp to the yacht on your left, squat to be hidden by the railing, and scan the marina. There are several people running towards your location, but you can't tell if they are more cops or just onlookers trying to put out the flames. You decide to spread the flames out a little bit. You light the third cocktail, throw it thirty yards and two docks away, and watch it start to burn Ed Zeller's houseboat. You know that Ed's body is probably not on that boat anymore, but you decided to give Ed's houseboat the honorable viking funeral Ed so badly deserved for having to raise his horrible son.

After throwing two more molotovs, you've set four separate rows of boats aflame. Through the smoke you can see people attempting to throw buckets of water at the flames, but with little success. The dock was mainly comprised of old, dry wood and you set that gosh dang thing on fire in the middle of August. People can hardly deal with the dock, nevermind the boats attached to it. You deliberately left your row of boats untouched to leave yourself an escape route, but there might not be a dock to jump to by the time you get over there. Holding the last molotov, you take a running leap off the yacht you're on and land with a crash on the deck of the next one. A woman in a nightgown emerges from below deck and screams, "What's going on?"
You stand up and reply, "You might want to detach your yacht from the dock, ma'am."
"It's already on fire!" she shrieks.
You lean over the starboard side and see that part of the yacht you're standing on has already caught fire. "Aw beans," you mutter before turning to the woman who was clearly just sleeping. "You alone?"
"Yes! It's just me!" she replies.
"Alright," you place the molotov down before picking her up and hurling her to the next yacht in your escape route. She flies through the air with a piercing screech before hitting the deck of the next yacht with a dull thud. You grab the molotov and quickly pounce over yourself, landing next to her. "You alright?" you ask.
The woman collects herself and mutters, "Yeah I think so."
You look at the path ahead of you. "Are you ready to do that three more times?"
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"Um..." she begins. You pick her up without waiting for a response. As you wind up, she yells, "I think I'd rather just swim!"
"Suit yourself!" you say you heave her into the water with a large splash. As the woman resurfaces you can see several other people floating in the harbor in a desperate attempt to flee their burning vessels. You quickly dash ahead two additional yachts, now standing by the railing of the last one between you and the dock. It looks like for the time being, you have enough dock to jump to. However, there are three policemen who drew their guns and pointed them at you the second you emerged from the darkness. "On your knees!"
Hmm. Nope. You duck under the railing and move to the other side of the boat, looking over the ocean. Many yachters are in a desperate attempt to get their vessels started to head for safer harbor, but it appears only one has been successful. Normally in this darkness you wouldn't be able to tell, but through the lights of the flames you can make out the name Virgil's Voyage as it sails away. There's a boy looking over the side, hair as red as the destruction, who drops a long black robe into the water. As you hold the last molotov by your side in your left hand, you bring your right tightly to your forehead and salute Mills over the blaze. You then put your face to your elbow and before straightening your left arm and holding the cocktail away from you in a flawless Molotov Dab. "So long, Master."

The police are shouting for you to come down, but clearly aren't going to come up to get you themselves.

What do you do?

A) Remember what Mills said about not killing people and try to get everyone safely off their burning ships.
B) Fight through the officers to get out of the marina.
C) Attempt to flee the police without harming them.
D) Find a change of clothes, then play dead.
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B
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D
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