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Probably because he thinks ignoring her might make her disappear.
“Are you ready to get this show on the road?” Kindra says, clearly not enthused about getting any show on any road.
“My brother and I were just talking about the Olympics, weren’t we, Bennett?” I say, putting my arm around his shoulder.
He couldn’t look more miserable if he tried as he shrugs out of my grasp.
Kindra doesn’t even send a peep of breath his way. I guess she didn’t appreciate being told how to live her life. He needs to mind his own business. He’s gathering enemies as if they’re collectible cards.
Bennett walks a little faster and pulls ahead of us.
Does anyone want to be here? Because it doesn’t seem like it. Cat, maybe. As the obstacle course comes into view, she’s a veritable powder keg of excitement.
“Wow,” she breathes. “Look at the Cattle in the pen behind the course. That’s a lot of dead men walking.” She gives a little giggle, and I can almost see Bennett’s cock retract into his body with disgust.
“Is the baby finally making her first kill on the course?” Bennett asks, finally looking at Cat.
“If I don’t make it here first,” she says through a smile.
Bennett rolls his eyes and turns to offer a rebuttal, but Cat is quicker. And more lethal. Before anyone knows what’s happening, she’s stepped toward my brother and driven her knee into his groin.
Kindra lets out a soft gasp as Bennett keels over from the pain. I feel it in my nuts too, though I don’t blame Cat. He wasbeing a sod. We all started somewhere as killers. What better place to start than on an island?
“You’re dead,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Hopefully, so is your ability to reproduce.” Cat steps around him and continues toward the course, closely followed by Kindra.
I place my hand on my brother’s shoulder. “You know, if you stopped sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, it wouldn’t get bitten off so regularly. Couldn’t you just play nice for one day? Hell, one event?”
He straightens and glares at the ocean. “If you stopped sticking your dick where it doesn’t belong, you might find the solutions to your own problems. Fuck off.”
He’s made his intentions clear enough, so off I fuck.
We’re the first to arrive, which means we’ll be the first to pick our team colors. And by we, I mean Kindra. She’s already begun gathering the purple accouterments. She sets to work on the baggy t-shirts, cutting them up with the provided scissors so that we can all make a smashing fashion statement.
As the other teams arrive, I take stock of our competition.
Maudlin Rose and Grim have abandoned the butthole sunning in favor of partnering with Ice Pick and Jeff, who is one of Jim’s sons (the family has a penchant for generic male names). They choose yellow as their team color.
Three men I don’t recognize—nor can I remember their nicknames—team up with the Stocking Strangler. He is not to be confused with the notorious serial killer of the same name, for Bob is neither notorious nor dead. He’s not even called the Stocking Strangler away from the island. Only Jim, the event coordinator, knows his true identity, though I don’t know why he chose to idolize Carlton Gary as his cover. Disgusting. Regardless, he chooses blue for his team.
I lose interest in studying the fourth and final team because Kindra approaches me with a shirt that has been sliced to resemble something akin to a tank top. Wearing swim shorts daily is enough of a struggle for someone as fashionable as I consider myself, but the monstrosity she dangles in front of me is almost more than I can stand to look at, let alone wear.
But then I see the glint of excitement in her eyes, and I can’t put it on fast enough. If it pulls a smile out of her, even better.
“Wow, that looks a lot worse than I thought it would,” she says through a laugh as I model it for her.
“What the fuck is this?” Bennett says from a few feet away, and I turn to look at him.
Cat has handled his shirt design, and she’s done an excellent job. I can’t wait to see my brother racing down the sand in what can only be described as a crop-top-cum-sports-bra. Despite my initial reservations, I definitely came out with the better deal.
“We’re matchy matchy,” Cat says when she’s stopped laughing long enough to take a breath, and she’s not wrong, though the cut is much more flattering on her.
Bennett grumbles something under his breath, but he decides to be a good sport and puts it on.
We move toward the starting line and choose our order of play. Bennett will go first, followed by myself, then Kindra, and lastly, Cat. I would have preferred to finish a bit stronger and position myself as the closer, but the obstacles in the final leg are much easier than the others, and she doesn’t exactly boast a lot of muscle.
The rules of the game are simple enough. Each participant must complete a small section of obstacles, then murder their target at the end. One team is eliminated at the end of the second round, then again at the end of each consecutive round.
