The Earth Drinks Blood [Olivia vs Zack vs Karl]

Continued from Gravel
Zack Detroff

Zack Detroff was not the same child he was before the anthem. All the bitterness he had felt over the years came up like bile in his throat and pushed him forward with only hatred as fuel.

Track down whoever made my life a living hell and make them feel this pain!

He had no plans beyond this one, nor did he expect to live long enough to care. Through the night, Zack had walked all the way across the field of rocks, and got to the base of the mountain. This one was different, it was hotter than when the sun was at high noon and gave off smoke in some places. Zack knew there was a word for such mountains but it didn't come to mind. Didn't matter.

Back home, Zack had climbed over all kinds of things and this was right in his element. He managed to climb up a ways by the time the sun had risen. That's when he rested on a ledge and saw him. A tribute, male- the district didn't matter. He could've killed Enigma- that makes him the enemy.

Slowly, Zack made his way down the part of the mountain he had already scaled. His feet slide down with skilled control. With his machete in one hand and the image of Enigma's fictional kiss burning into his brain, Zack lashed out at the boy, barley registering the girl that had come up next to the tribute.

[Attacks Karl; Machete- knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Left Thigh; 3.5]

After his blade sliced at the boy's leg, Zack let his fury be known to the kid.

"Did you kill Enigma Lane?" Zack roared at him, ready to slice the kid again and again... and again.

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The guy came from nowhere and the blood was shed. My eyes filled with wonderment. Certainly not wonderment. More of fear is what had registered and the daydream that I had in the training center had flashed before my eyes. A beautiful meadow. The joy that filled me. The bloodstained flowers. The look on my imagined Karl’s face as he killed me. This time, however, will be different from the last. I will not die from the hands of this monster. I must face this demon and end it for once and for all. So, rather than speaking again, I lunged forward.

Before I took my attack, I took in account the other male. I suppose the guy that attacked Karl had been my savior. My knight in shinning armor, if you will. At the same time, I felt as if he was here to kill me as well. If he was, why had he attacked Karl rather than myself? So, for now, he can help me extinguish this demon from my memory. Once this monster was dead, happy I would be. So, I continued my attack on the demon I have known to be called Karl. Never should he ever kill me in my meadow.

(attacks karl - machete)

[dice=200+2000]
( Stabbed in Calf - 8.5)

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Karl Miller of District 3

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Both of them attack me, and I grit my teeth in pain as Olivia's knife digs into my leg. I can feel blood flowing freely, and I know this is far worse than any of the other injuries I've sustained so far. This is bad. I can't stop the flow until this battle is over, so I must continue to fight.

The voice is happy, I can tell by its silence. It knows I'm going to fight, that there's no way I'm going to escape this battle. It doesn't care who I attack, as long as I spill someone's blood. To my shame, I oblige the wishes of the voice and once again swing my sword towards the boy, hoping Olivia will stop attacking me if I leave her alone.

(Attacks Zack)
Sword: [dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Right Bicep 3.5

I stagger away, appalled as I slip a moment in the blood pool around Zack's ear, which rests on the rock of the volcano. The shock is too much to register, and adrenaline is the only thing that keeps me from collapsing into a little crying ball. You will fight. The voice knows I'm trying to find a way out, but I don't even understand that.

"I didn't stop her from coming back Zack! I left before I even saw her!"

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Zack Detroff

Pain of every sort abused Zack from all sides. The physical pain made him weak but the emotional pain made him stronger, although it had a sharper sting. Another slice, another attack. Zack wanted this all to end, for someone to just drop dead so the audience would have their blood and he could continue his quest.

He was ignoring the girl on purpose. Zack didn't exactly want to strike a girl nor did he want to know if she killed Enigma- if she had he would have to kill her that wouldn't be pretty. Finish off the boy first- then deal with the girl.

The physical pain was numbing, making the heartbreak even worse. It welled up in his middle and grew until it shot out his throat.

"YOU'RE HERE AND SHE'S NOT," that's the most complex sentence Zack could muster.

[Attacks Karl; Machete- knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow cut on right forearm; 3.5]

Another weak hit. Zack was blinded by Enigma and was practically flailing his machete out to hit the boy. Not a very good strategy, but the only one he had.

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My parents would be proud to watch me take swings at a demon. It was as if I could see them now. My twelve year old sister would cheer in joy when I got my Machete in the devil’s calf. My younger, twin brothers would demonstrate what I had done to the monster’s hip with each other using their hands rather than sharp, large knives like the one in my hand. It was as if I could hear Fred whisper in my ear about how such a good job I was doing. My mother would be smiling, knowing I had a better chance in surviving the games. I know, without I doubt in my head, that they would be happy to see attacking this demonic creature.

I had this heroic feeling about myself as I looked at what I helped contribute to. The demon had not only received a cut in his hip and a gash in his calf because of me but the male, my knight, had done quite the damage as well. The tribute managed to cut the demon in his thigh and in his forearm. The gashes were not too deep but, hell, cuts were cuts. Thinking out which, I must attack again before the demon thinks likewise. So, obviously, I took my machete and about to take another attack when the monster spoke. He wanted us to stop. Why would I do such a stupid thing? The demon was trying to murder me so, of course, my mouth moved. “Why? So you may murder me, you demon!” She said as she took yet another attack.

(attacks karl - machete)

[dice=200+2000]
(Shallow Cut on Neck - 4.0)

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Karl Miller of District 3

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The pain is blinding, blood flows from various wounds. Tears flow from eyes that can only see blood in front of them. Great sobs still rack my body, causing my legs to wobble and my arms to shake. My sword doesn't falter, held in hands that have lost all feeling form the death grip on the hilt of my broadsword.

"I'm not a demon. I'm NOT A DEMON!!!" I wail, trying to make them see reason that doesn't exist. There is no reason. My breathing is quick and deep, but very little air reaches my lungs. Only tears and blood enter my lungs, causing hacking coughs.

"Go.. go.. just go AWAY!"

I have lost a grip on everything. Reality. Reason. The only thing I still hold onto is my sword. Dried blood holds my fist closed. The lack of reason causes me to swing my swords again.

(Attacks Zack)
Sword: [dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Left Hip 3.5

The only thing that keeps me in the Hunger Games is the blood dripping off my sword and hardening my grip on the sword.

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