Violet nodded, kissing his forehead again. “I know, honey. But there’s nothing we can do about it now.”
Cisco reached for his glass and saw that it was empty. He stood up quickly and grabbed the railing of the balcony to steady himself. “I’m going to get another drink. D’you wan anythin?”
Violet grabbed his hand so that he couldn’t keep poking her. “Yellow, Cisco. It’s yellow,” she said softly.
“Wait. That’s the bad color. Violet, What if its one of us?” Cisco laid his head on her shoulder and looked up at her. “I could probably disable these things, ya know.”
Violet raised her eyebrows. “I just saw you watch the video, Cisco. You know it’s a bomb.”
“Really? I guess I didn’t listen all that well, huh?” Cisco laughed, poking his sister in the arm. “Yours is yellow, what’s mine?” He asked, poking her arm like an impatient child.
“Probably because it’s locked, kid,” she said softly, walking over to sit next to him with a small smile. “It wouldn’t be much of a bomb if it just fell off, would it?”
He whipped his head around to see his sister standing next to him, and watched as she slid to the ground beside him. “Violet! Hello! I’ve been thinking about you, you know.” His words slurred ever so slightly, and there was a strong smell of alcohol on his breath. “Bomb? Really? That royally sucks.”
Violet had been keeping an eye on her brother through the window and immediately heard him yell out, even though the balcony was closed. She was stubborn, this was true, and she felt that she had a far better understanding of the whole situation but she swallowed it down and sighed, opening the door and just sort of standing there quietly.
“Why won’t it get off?” Cisco whined, giving up on the collar and slamming his hands down on his lap. He reached for his glass, which had just a small amount of alcohol left in it. He brought the glass to his mouth and dumped the contents into his mouth, setting the glass on the cold ground next to him, completely oblivious of all his surroundings.
“You stand out a little but I think its a good thing. Brings a little life to the party. Thank you, I got the invite a little last notice so I panicked a little with what to wear.”
“Then you must work really well under pressure,” he teased. “Do you know what’s up with these collars? It’s kind of a weird party gift, isn’t it?”
The chaotic shrieks and blurs of bodies running against the marble floor seemed to stop her in her tracks. Her body rigid as he mind started to lose it’s grip on reality. The loud sounds of her own screams mirrored by their pain. The smell of blood and tears jolting Sara into a frenzied panic. She was back on the island, the cold kiss of a .45 pistol grazing the back of her neck. Her shoulders shook with fright, would he pull the trigger? The faint beeping of her collar echoed loudly in her ears, as the heels of her palms dug into her eyes. If she pushed hard enough the vision would clear or maybe she’d pass out. There has to be something that would lull the illusion away. Come on you bitch, I thought you were stronger than this. Are you going to watch your friends die? The voice called to her, taunting her.
In a drunken stupor, Cisco wandered about the party, looking for the people he loves. He hadn’t had any luck yet, as people were running amok and he kept getting turned around. Eventually, he saw a blonde woman crouched on the floor covering her eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” His words slurred ever so slightly, and the smell of alcohol was heavy on his breath.
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