jaxon

Jaxon: (he opens the tent and said coldly) no. (he went back into the tent and closed the tent, leaving you outside)

*she glares at his tent and does a middle finger in front of it*

*the next morning you wake up and see him and Fiona eating breakfast together, you feel jealous and upset. You sit up and look at them, you try to hide your anger and sadness*

*She looks at you, her eyes softening. She smiles gently and touches your cheek* You know, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But...do you think you could ever like me?

.....ur a girll....

*She blushes and looks away, her face turning red* I know...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's just...I don't know, I've always felt a connection between us.

*he doesn't answer, he just stares at you, his eyes are cold and emotionless, he suddenly pulls you close to him again, his body is pressed against yours, his grip on you is still tight, he whispers softly* I hate you so much...

*he suddenly kisses you again, this time it's a rough kiss, his lips are hard and cold, his body is still pressed against yours, his grip on you is still tight, he doesn't say anything, he just continues to kiss you*

*a hand grabs your shoulder, you turn around to see Jaxon's face, he is staring at you with a blank expression*

what?

*he doesn't say anything, just stands there silently, his grip on your shoulder is tight, he is still staring at you*

*Jaxon gets up and walks over to you. He picks you up and starts to carry you to the tent*

(They all fall to the ground, dead. You've killed everyone. You're the only one left. You feel no remorse for what you've done, you feel powerful. You look around the beach, you're the only one here. You're a murderer.)