Lovise Holst-Mathiasen
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"It'll take the instant target off our backs. Even if we don't ally to each other, as you're a loner wolf, we should prioritize taking those who are comfortable off of their seats, and claiming them for ourselves. We've suffered too much in the past years, I did, and I know you did too, our people were the first three to die, I don't want that to happen again. If an area has to go up the ranks, I think it should be the ones that are in desperate need of it, and no one is more in need of this than us."
"You want to make your grandmother pay, don't you?" Timmy was the one to ask me that. "I watched you being picked and how you made it all a grand show, and fought your grandmother who's the leader of area 27."
A nod, "I do. But that's not my priority at all. I am not alone, I still have my paternal aunt, Jo, and I want to change her life for the better. I also promised her I would win. I told her to vote for 28 to be 3rd, and 26 be 10th."
"Third?" Timmy cried in shock.
"You did?" Jose asked instead, shocked, in a good way.
"As long as she has faith in me, I will go forward with my plan. Do not ask me for reasons, I don't have it, I just know what's the best for me to do, my mom and my brother did too, but they were blinded with desire for revenge, which grandma kept filling their ears with. That clouded their mind and dad didn't have this instinct, but he also went for revenge for mom's sister, who he was childhood friends with for all I've heard."
"I'm not allying with you, but I want a tip."
I turned to him, smiling amused, "What tip?"
"Who should I go for to kill?" Bold question.
"P, S, T, and X," aka 16, 19, 20, and 24. "In this order. Just be a bit careful, because P, S, and T will be out for blood. Not just them, Q and R too, they will get together, the five of them."
"You are really skilled at thinking," Timmy gasped. "I loved it. You were right, I don't think I'll have the stomach to kill, but I'm good at other things, nothing related to combat, though. I'm the first in my family to be chosen, and it's just me and my parents, they were only able to have me as a son, since mom had difficulty conceiving, I'm an only son and I was their future. Our people has no hope, and my parents are probably scared that I'll die, since they know I'll never be able to kill someone."
"My situation is similar," Jose sighed, "but they know I can kill, I am not an only son, I'm the oldest, I have a little sister who's 18, and I've killed three different men in different moments, who tried to assault her. So, they are hopeful I'll make change, but scared I'll die for messing with the wrong people, such as the top 5, as they know my temper."
"You all know mine," I tilted my head. "I bet you also watched the tomatoes shower I got," I chuckled self-mockingly. "I only have aunt Jo."
"You're right, it's better us on top than let all the top 15 go on as the survivors and seeing us as prey," Jose groaned. "We deserve it more."
"Can... they listen us here through the cameras?" Timmy asked.
"No," I said, matter-of-factly. "They are watching us though. I bet they are surprised that we are being the most fun to stalk so far. Though they probably think that, as we are so low in the chain, that won't last long."
"Is that a guess or your intuition, knows-it-all?" He mocked.
"Ah, Joselito," I purred, "my brain controls me, I am intuition."
"It's Jose, not Joselito, for you, knows-it-all."
"It's Love, not knows-it-all, for you, Joselito," I poked.
He gasped, "I'm not calling you by a pet name."
"Hey, jerk," I growled, "it's my nickname. My name is Lovise."
"Stupid-ass name," he said grumpily.
"Said the one called Joselito," I countered.
"Oh, don't kiss again," Timmy groaned. "I'm envious enough."
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I side-eyed him.
"How do you…" he scoffed. "You are insane."
"You have a boyfriend?" Jose asked.
"Yes… we've been together since we were 15, my best friend," he said, shyly. "I hope he has faith in me, we were planning on getting married in a year, as my parents accepted him. They were reluctant at first, since I'm their only son, which means I won't have kids unless I adopt. Which we did plan on it. That is… if I survive."
"You will, I'll take care of you," I winked at him. "Name?"
"His name?" A nod. "Alexey Stepanov."
"Alexey," I tilted my head, "nice name. Alexey and Timofey, it will sound and look good in a wedding invitation," I played and he blushed, as Jose turned his face away, trying to hide a smile he was definitely fighting against. "You better make me a bridesmaid, or better, a groomsmaid, yeah? And grumpy Joselito too."
"Oh, get me out of that, I'm a loner," he groaned.
"Mmhm," I purred and winked at Timmy.
"Okay, if we survive, I promise to do that," he beamed. "Thanks."
"For what?" I blinked.
"For giving me strength, and survival chance, even though you do not need to do that," he smiled softly. "I hope we'll be able to meet at the end of all this, out of the game," then he side-eyed Jose, "the three of us."
"We are not a trio," Jose snapped, grumpy.
"I know, but even then," Timmy said. "I'm happy to meet you two."
"Hm," he mumbled, but his red cheeks and ears gave him up.
"Me too," I giggled. "Both you. Especially Joselito."
"Ugh, alright, I'll call you Love, but call me Jose," he growled.
"Say it then," I sat up, staring at him.
"Call me Jose, Love," he said it, looking away from me, blushing.
"Okay, Jose," I said with a smug.
"You are unbearable," he groaned, laying down with his back to us.
"You didn't think that when you were making out with me."
"Ugh, ugh, ugh," he covered his face with his hands. "Fuck you."
"I bet you wanna," I couldn't help it, and Timmy choked laughing.
"Ugh," it was all he said, his ears getting strawberry red.
Turning to Timmy, smiling, I winked amused.
I'm not enemies with Jose, I'm allied to Timmy, now I need Ana.