DTT: Round Two, Walter vs Kaiden

It feels different this time. No, there is just simply no feeling at all inside of Walter Blake as he watches the girl pass over. None of this feels real, unlike before. The girl from the dark days could just be a fictional character in his fraying mind. It only felt like moments ago that he was with Beck. No time. No emotions. Walter Blakes feels as good as his carcass that is up there somewhere.

There is a light trail along the ground and Walter follows it, a boy with a sword as long as his is at the end of it.

Another round for Walter, this is going to infinite.

”I forgot to ask the name of the girl I just…killed? I am Walter.” He introduces himself as he sizes up the upgraded weapon in his hand. ”You’re not her brother are you? She mentioned having a brother in here…” Walter hopes they weren’t close if he is but he doesn’t take his chances. Swinging the sword feels so familiar, it shouldn’t for a small boy from Six, but he spent his last days dragging one around, it can’t let him down in the underworld.

”Luja the bitch…and what about you? What’s your name?” Perhaps the brother will be more welcome to his questions. Another chance at a conversation with someone from history. This tournament, whatever it is, is the first contact he has had with anyone in the afterlife. Anyone from any time. There could be dead here long before Panem became Panem, long before any of the history books he has ever and ever will read.

”Did you both have any other brothers or sisters? I wish I had one, it always just been me. I bet my life would have been so different. If they were nice though, not a bitch like your sister.”

There is still nothing, not even a tinge of pain as he looks down at the sword that pecks at his ghostly chest. Just this need for information and answerless questions, even more from the voice that seems to be pulling the strings.

”What do you think the voice means? Only room for one ruler? I hoped if we won this, we would go back. Not rule…”

”Yeah we’re probably all dust but imagine if we get a whole new body…” A whole new life, in a whole new world. There might not even be people up above that even remember who Walter is. What was a thirteen year old going to do alone in the world?

Maybe being a ruler of this underworld would be less lonely alternative. So long as he could be his own kind of ruler. Not a tyrant, just the Walter Blake he has always been.

Kaiden’s sword is sharp, it sears a deep wound in his arm. But again, nothing.

”Do you ever wonder if they still talk about us all up there? We can’t all just be forgotten…”

He hopes his next strike is not the deciding one, just so he can talk some more.