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It isn't something they do every week, but Mathias has come to really look forward to the mornings when he and Neil get to take off for a little while. They often end up surfing, which he's not quite as terrible at anymore, given all the practice he's gotten, but some days they don't do much of anything at all, which in itself is quite nice. He loves Sam, but it's important to have a break every so often, some time to recharge.

That morning he has his scuba gear with him, an extra mask, respirator and flippers for Neil and he's nearing their designated meeting place on the beach when a man steps out of the jungle in front of him. In the distance, he can see Neil, but for just a moment it's as if everything shimmers and there's suddenly green everywhere. Green leaves shaped like hands are dragging themselves across the beach toward Neil, slipping and sliding over the sand. Blood red flowers bloom as the vine grows, tumbling over itself, getting bigger and bigger. And closer and closer to Neil.

Mathias takes a few steps forward, but the man who's come out of the jungle raises a rifle and points it at his chest. Another man joins him, then a third, and this last points his arrow at Neil.

They don't say anything, but Mathias knows what happens next.

"No!" he shouts as the arrow is loosed from the bow. It sails through the air and Mathias knows it's a perfect shot, that it will find its mark. "Neil! Look out!"

When he steps forward this time, it all disappears. No vines, no men, no arrows.

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Date: 2012-09-05 04:06 am (UTC)
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It's instinct to freeze, mid-step, my heart lodging in the back of my throat. Because he sounds so fucking terrified and because I trust him. I nearly take a dive, not even knowing what the fuck I'm diving from, but then something in his face changes and he doesn't look so terrified anymore.

Mostly, he just looks confused.

"Mathias..." I call, taking a slow, cautious step toward him, "What the fuck's goin' on?"

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Date: 2012-09-07 04:42 am (UTC)
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It's enough that I look around again, feeling pretty fucking creeped out, but there's no one. Just him and me, and in the distance, a group of teenagers I recognize.

"There's nobody," I say, walking toward him, thinking about that day months ago, in front of those desert mines.

"You're still seein' stuff?"

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Date: 2012-09-10 03:53 am (UTC)
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"You went on a date?" I say, 'cause he's trying not to make a big deal out of it, so I might as well follow his lead. Still, I take a step closer, like somehow that might be some kind of comfort.

"Who is it I gotta be jealous of now?"

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Date: 2012-09-12 10:37 pm (UTC)
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"Wow. That's kind of awesome," I say, offering him a crooked grin. I know how weird he's been about dating, after everything with Veronica, but it's good to hear that he's getting out there. Having fun.

It would be better if he didn't have to deal with seeing shit that's not there, but nothing's ever completely normal in this fucking place.

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Date: 2012-09-13 11:44 pm (UTC)
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"I think there's something crazy going on, on this fucking island, that's got nothing to do with you," I say, my grin dropping into something a little more serious, a little more concerned.

"You're not the only one that's been seein' shit, you know. This isn't even the first time somethin' like this has happened, here."

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Date: 2012-09-14 02:20 am (UTC)
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"Logan, he, uh... He started seein' his dead father around. In the jungle, mostly. For a long time, he was the only one that could see him. He thought he was goin' crazy," I say, chewing at a jagged hangnail on my thumb.

"We started figuring out, after a while, that he wasn't the only one seeing shit... And it was always something that really scared them."

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Date: 2012-09-15 09:29 pm (UTC)
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"Sorry, man," I say with a wince. "At least you're not crazy?"

It's not much of a comfort, I know, but maybe it's something. Plus, I haven't even mentioned the part where all that shit became real, for a day, and Aaron Echolls tried to kill me.

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Date: 2012-09-18 01:56 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, but uh... After all of it kind of became real for a day," I admit to him, my bottom lip caught between my teeth. "But... I dunno, maybe that's not even what's happening, this time."

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Date: 2012-09-19 03:22 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, no shit," I say, my own snort of laughter as bitter as his. "It lasted a day, then it was gone. I... I dunno, man."

I feel inexplicably guilty for even telling him, even though he deserves to know. The truth is, I think people died that day.

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Date: 2012-09-22 03:08 am (UTC)
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"Nobody's gonna fuckin' die, Mathias, just..." I stop myself short, my throat feeling oddly tight. It's not something I can promise, and the idea of losing someone else-- the idea of losing him, scares the shit outta me.

"Are we gonna get in the water or what?"

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Date: 2012-09-25 06:44 am (UTC)
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"The fuck I do, man," I say, and on impulse, I throw an arm across his shoulders, turning us both toward the water. It's the closest to a hug that I'll allow myself. I'm touchy-feely as fuck with most people, but for whatever reason, I've always kind of given Mathias his space.

Save for that one time.

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