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Melvin didn't have to be a genius to figure out something was up the moment Sasha entered the room. He knew the girl only from the time he had to deliver a rose form her, and hoped she didn't make any connections between the rose and him. If anything, he was a blur of unimportant people in her mind, but he had given her his name and he doubted that she got many knocks on her door. Not when she kept slamming them in people's faces.

Rep didn't seem all that happy to see her, scooting to sit straight, and he was confused why this woman commanded him to become this alert. Rep hated women, even Sasha confirmed this as she moved around, yet Rep had his devoted attention focused on her. He even lied about his condition to her.

Something was strange here.

He decided to just go with it for now. "You didn't seem to like men all that much when I visited. Hello, Sasha." He said, giving a simple smile in greeting. There was an awkward air around that was bothering him.

All of Rep's senses were hauled to their highest alert, it was his absolute worst nightmare, trapped with Sasha and at the same time with one of the hunters who could see right through him so much of the time and liked to ask the most compromising sort of questions. He was dancing in a ******** minefield and just waiting for something to blow his damn leg off.

The touch was absolute torture. He wished he was wearing seven layers of clothing rather than nothing but the flimsy sheet. He almost forgot to breathe, so overcome with absolute disgust at her daring to invade his space, to so callously go against the most fundamental line he drew with everyone. His blue eyes blazed with sheer venomous loathing, his grin a mask, easy, arrogant and friendly while his insides weighed down with hate.

"The scar on my nose? A fight with an old friend. Long before this shitty island." he said, with a charming sort of smile, feigning ignorance. It was another gesture of defiance. Let her know the injuries she'd given him were of no consequence, not even worth mentioning.

"But aye, I've been a lot worse than this." he scoffed, swallowing back the urge to wheeze as the motion made his ribs cry out in pain. "Had worse barfights and I was weaponless then too. They took me on fairly."

It was agony to seem this indifferent when inside he was screaming over and over again for her to stop ******** touching him. He could control the revulsion, but he couldn't control the goosebumps that bristled all over his visible skin.

The very instant that his skin pebbled, Sasha's eyes flared briefly and an unholy, hellish smile contorted her lips. She blatantly ignored the chair, instead hoisting herself alongside Rep on the bed. Her thigh pressed against his torso, her hip aligned with his. The meat of her hand still bore the bruise his teeth had caused, but despite that Sasha lifted her it - perhaps even taking the slightest bit of joy in seeing that bruise on her own skin, bearing it as if it were some sort of trophy - before brushing her fingers with deceptive gentleness against the bandages at his shoulder that peeked from the gown he wore.

"Why would you say that, Melvin? I'm just a small, weak, unremarkable woman."

The way she bared her teeth could hardly be considered a smile. It was more wolfish than anything, and it was obvious that she was taking utter pleasure in seeing Rep's minuscule reactions to her proximity. The goosebumps had ignited her, and there was nothing he could do to stop her.

"Fairly?"

Her thoughts went to the knife in her jacket pocket, and her smile broadened terribly.

Sasha was beyond creepy, but the fact that she just kept playing ignorant was beyond annoying. She was playing that he had no idea, and what then? Did she expect Melvin was too stupid to notice she was lying, or that he would just let it go. He was neither of these things, and her pretending only aggravated him more and more. It was one thing for Rep to lie to him to hold face, but Rep had up to this point been helping him. Any lies he gave were harmless ones. Sasha however was moving on Rep's bed when he didn't like women, and was now touching him.

"No woman smiling like you do considers herself small, weak, and unremarkable. I may be rather new to this island, but I wasn't born yesterday, and your not the first girl that I've ever met, Sasha." He would poke back at her boy comment if she wanted to play that way with him.

"I say that because no one has said how Rep was hurt, and you come here in a instant and poke that someone attacked him. You also know he hates women, and yet you are petting him. A concerned friend wouldn't be touching them all over and instead would worry about touching anything that is bandaged." To which Melvin gestured to how she was touching his wounds.

He looked to Rep, wondering what he was getting out of not lashing out at her. He never showed restrained when fighting other guys for even talking to his boyfriends, and here he was just putting up with Sasha. There was something going on, but at the moment his concerns weren't focused on Rep. Sasha was insulting his intelligence and he didn't take kindly to that.

Rep was somewhere absolutely unknown to him, a dark and calculating place where it felt like every inch of his continued dignity rested on keeping his claws on control.

As Melvin spoke up in his defence, or at least what he perceived as an attempt at defending him, there was an absolute spark of fury. His help was a hindrance, he didn't want someone reminding her how successful she was being in hitting his raw points, reminding her how she wasn't a concerned friend. Oh he knew, he knew that pretty ******** well, she was much worse, she was a concerned enemy.

As she dubbed him a man, he didn't take it as any sort of compliment, just a reminder of how impotent he was, trapped here in this bed, human and weaponless. He'd ******** show her how much of a man he was when he was on his feet again, when he had Tracey at his disposal once more. He would forge that word literal in her flesh.

In the instant Sasha looked back at Melvin, he too sought to catch the other man's gaze, but rather than gratitude or any sort of agreement with his words, there was a sharp cold sort of dislike and resentment. He was another enemy in the room, another danger to him. Subtly he shook his head. You aren't helping me. He didn't need his help, didn't want his help, Sasha was to be his to destroy, if it meant tolerating this indignity, so ******** be it.

His breath hitched as her palm trailed his chest, too bare, much too bare. He wished his disgust could sear her flesh from her bones, incinerate her in loathing. The tension in his body made the stitches etch white hot pain across his shoulders, cutting back even the minimal mending that had been attained. His voice was a raw and restrained snarl, kept in check only by his injuries. "Average. Unimpressive."

Something inside him was screaming, but it was as if it always had been.

"What happened Melvin." he added, matter of factly, while never, not even for an instant taking his eyes off of her. "Was a cheap b***h thought she could break me. I've just...not been telling people because its hardly interesting enough for well, even the most ******** tedious conversation."

Sasha let out a loud, raspy laugh, slipping off the bed before briefly reaching into her pocket. There was a dull, silvery flash before her arm lifted - and it was suddenly very, chillingly clear what the Life trainee held in her hand.

A knife. Nine razor sharp inches of deadly, deadly precision.

With a downward slice, Sasha wordlessly brought the knife down. It sank comfortably into the bed a mere half-an-inch from Rep's hip, deep into the thin mattress that he rested on. Her eyes never left his - had she missed, or had she hit her target dead on? It was impossible to say. Impossible to say.

"That's so odd, Rep, because I don't remember it like that. I remember it differently. I remember you cornering this cheap b***h because you thought her weaponless. I remember you shanking," Sasha gave the handle of the knife a twist before leaning in, her breath undoubtedly hot against Rep's lips - so close, she was, that she could almost taste his red hot, electric hate, "that very same b***h."

She smiled, a slow, sickening gesture for his eyes alone.

"And then, what happened next?"

Sasha purred and withdrew the knife from the mattress, promptly driving it into his pillow as she leaned over him.

"That b***h broke you. Do you remember? Why, I think you might've even pissed yourself."

Flashing Rep one last smile, Sasha pulled away. The knife remained where it was, hilt-deep in the pillow, as Sasha took a step back.

And laughed and laughed and laughed, walking past Melvin as she took her leave, wiggling her fingers at the other Life trainee as she exited the room.

Melvin rose up the moment he saw the knife, his chair flying back as he looked at her. Oh hell, he was going to have to talk some psycho woman off the edge before she killed Rep and probably slashed her own throat in some wild idea of finishing things. He didn't talk people off the edge and couldn't even begin to think of anything he could say to keep a girl like THAT from just doing what she wanted. Right now, he was trying to decide if he could make it to the emergency button beside Rep without getting stabbed or if he should just not make any sudden movements.

It was with luck and relief that Sasha got off (no pun intended), and left with all the wild laughing synonymous with deep, mental issues.

Watching her go, he looked back as Rep fell back on the bed and then offered him the knife.

"What.. What the hell was THAT all about? Why didn't you sound the alarm and get that psycho restrained? She almost made your face her personal Jack-o-Lantern." Melvin didn't associate himself with lunatics that seeing Sasha's display and then the knife left him a bit frazzled.

"Stairs, huh? Stairs." He looked to the door, looked back at Rep, then looked at the knife. Well, if Rep wanted to know what Melvin looked like when he wasn't cool and collective, he had it now. "Before I do anything with that.." He pointed to the knife. "You tell me why she tried to kill you and why you tried to stab her. Just...what the hell is going on?"

Melvin listened, hearing how something simple had escalated so quickly out of control, and the current situation Rep had put himself him. He wasn't about to just think Rep was the victim here. Sasha was a creepy psycho, but Rep had poked the wrong bee hive this time. One that didn't care if she died probably, not with how she brought a knife to him, yet seemed to play enough of a game to cover her own a**. Rep didn't see sly enough to do that, however he did know what he had to do before he was found out and killed.

There was just one thing wrong with the way he was going about it.

"You have all these strikes and you thought stabbing her with a knife wouldn't get you killed or tossed out? She's playing a game to get you kicked off the island, and probably knows she doesn't have as many marks against her as you do. How is avoiding death by trying to kill someone going to work, Rep? They would find out that pretty quick around here. We don't have portals and there is a small list of suspects here. I'm sure there are a few cameras around that would eventually pick that up." Then again, were there cameras in here? He had to assume not if Sasha was smart enough to come in here with such confidence and banishing a knife.

"If I wasn't here, she might have been off her rocker enough to stab you. Then what? She'd know you'd just explain it off to keep this crazy game going. What happened when we get on another mission? She could just pretend some creature killed you." He wanted to report her, but Rep was being up front and was stuck. The fact he looked pale as hell wasn't helping.

Sighing, he reached out to take the knife, his hands awkwardly picking it up and showing he wasn't really familiar with how to hold one. "Are you going to try and stab her again? Kill her?" He looked up at him, unnerved that Rep would even go that far. That he could kill someone - a person.

What kind of ******** island am I on?