Chuck hears Raleigh’s scream and the steps behind him stop. Chuck’s good at
hiding in the underbrush; despite being obnoxious and loud and bitchy,
Chuck’s quite good and hunkering down and rendering himself invisible. He’s
actually not that far ahead of Raleigh; he’d slowed his pace not only to
keep the noise to a minimum but also because he’s confused.
Raleigh’s had a couple opportunities to kill him and he hasn’t so much as
pulled a single weapon on him. Sure, they’re allies, but even allies have
to kill each other eventually – Chuck’s really fucking aware of that. He’d
cried when he slid his knife into the belly of the girl he’d allied with
last time, and she’d held onto him while she died, babbling that she
forgave him and it was better that he made it out, because he was so much
stronger than her.
He still has nightmares about her, and the things he’d done to survive.
And now, Raleigh’s in trouble. Chuck knows he’s in trouble, and it’d
be easy to let someone else do the dirty work and kill him off.
But there’s something about that stupid blonde that Chuck can’t shake and
so he doubles back, keeping to the shadows. He eventually sees Raleigh but
he knows - knows - who he’s dealing with here and stealth and a
quick, fast kill is what’s going to be necessary if either of them are
going to survive Raiju.
Chuck’s patient, though. He’s as patient as Raiju and he simply watches,
breathing slow, even, and silent until Raiju passes right in front of him,
on his way to taunt and murder Raleigh.
Chuck doesn’t hesitate.
He comes right at him from behind, catching Raiju on the back and both men
hit the ground. There’s a quick scuffle and Chuck’s pretty fucking sure
he’s going to die, but then his switchblade is embedded in Raiju’s
neck, blood spurting like a geyser into Chuck’s face, and the man goes
limp, and a cannon booms. Shivering, Chuck pushes Raiju’s body off and
scrambles back, teeth chattering even though it’s anything but cold. He
stumbles over to Raleigh, motor functions still not up to speed, and grabs
his arm.
“C’mon, asshole,” he rasps, fingers digging into his bicep. “We gotta move.
Everyone on this fucking island knows where we are now.”
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Chuck hears Raleigh’s scream and the steps behind him stop. Chuck’s good at hiding in the underbrush; despite being obnoxious and loud and bitchy, Chuck’s quite good and hunkering down and rendering himself invisible. He’s actually not that far ahead of Raleigh; he’d slowed his pace not only to keep the noise to a minimum but also because he’s confused.
Raleigh’s had a couple opportunities to kill him and he hasn’t so much as pulled a single weapon on him. Sure, they’re allies, but even allies have to kill each other eventually – Chuck’s really fucking aware of that. He’d cried when he slid his knife into the belly of the girl he’d allied with last time, and she’d held onto him while she died, babbling that she forgave him and it was better that he made it out, because he was so much stronger than her.
He still has nightmares about her, and the things he’d done to survive.
And now, Raleigh’s in trouble. Chuck knows he’s in trouble, and it’d be easy to let someone else do the dirty work and kill him off.
But there’s something about that stupid blonde that Chuck can’t shake and so he doubles back, keeping to the shadows. He eventually sees Raleigh but he knows - knows - who he’s dealing with here and stealth and a quick, fast kill is what’s going to be necessary if either of them are going to survive Raiju.
Chuck’s patient, though. He’s as patient as Raiju and he simply watches, breathing slow, even, and silent until Raiju passes right in front of him, on his way to taunt and murder Raleigh.
Chuck doesn’t hesitate.
He comes right at him from behind, catching Raiju on the back and both men hit the ground. There’s a quick scuffle and Chuck’s pretty fucking sure he’s going to die, but then his switchblade is embedded in Raiju’s neck, blood spurting like a geyser into Chuck’s face, and the man goes limp, and a cannon booms. Shivering, Chuck pushes Raiju’s body off and scrambles back, teeth chattering even though it’s anything but cold. He stumbles over to Raleigh, motor functions still not up to speed, and grabs his arm.
“C’mon, asshole,” he rasps, fingers digging into his bicep. “We gotta move. Everyone on this fucking island knows where we are now.”