Marching on (TAOT vs Crocacondas, Day 2)

A scream filled the air of the near quite marsh. It has been a while since I heard anything similar to it. The tone was that of a female. The owner had to be pretty young as a somewhat of a childish tone still lingered into the voice. Though it was screaming, the voice contained such a sweet, delicate tone that it didn’t sound as if the person was in fear. It was the same tone that hummed and, sometimes, sung to the songs I played on my guitar to the beach grass. It as my own shrieking that filled the air. A cry of warning rather than that of pain. My alliance needed to be warned of the monstrous being that was in the water but the words could not come out. Just screams. And now my secret was out and I didn’t give a shit.

The crowbar that was gripped so tightly in my hands recoiled as the being blocked the blow. I was not a Career like Sylvania nor was a strong boy like Hawthorn or Lugwig. I was a weak, skinny girl from District Four that didn’t stand a chance. Why didn’t I run. I should have. It was the only thing I was good at. Not fighting a monster. I realized my stupidity as I glanced down at the angered creature. I should not have wasted such a blow on the thing with razor sharp teeth. And now, those weapons were coming for me.

Those ugly teeth crept closer to my face as I stood there paralyzed. I hadn’t the time to move but just enough to see the faint glint of those wet, yellow teeth. I could see the salvia dip from its fangs as well as that dark look in its cold eyes. Its skin appeared dried and rough. As if got closer in my view, I noticed lines within its membrane as if it had wrinkles. Its tongue was moist from the mixture of dirty water that filled the marsh and spit its glands produced. Its snake body was long and thick from what I could see in the moment. I would admit to the creativity of the being as it got even closer to my face. But it was an ugly monster. However, it was still nothing more than another lost soul in this arena.

I no longer wished to look upon the being. So, I closed my green eyes. Never would they ever see the earth again. I smelled the odor of the marsh in one last time just so I could feel the humidity in the air even if that meant I would have a bad taste in my mouth. As I stood there, I tried to the brave person I thought I could pretend to be but there would be no stopping that last little drop of salted water from escaping my eye. The tear traveled from my covered green eyes, down my cubby cheeks, and off my round face entirely.

And then it was over.

A sharp, jagged set of teeth bit into my left side of visage and my life was over. My thin body went limp as it fell backwards in a pool of shin deep, nasty water. The water held such a lovely temperature that made me wish that I wasn’t dead. I desired to stay here and feel the glorious warmth of the water that I would soon lay dead in. But I couldn’t. Soon, I would be just another unrecognizable name on a list of the deceased and another dead soul in this arena. More warmth formed around me but it was not that of my blood. I then realized that I shall depart now.

My body rocked to the motions of the ocean as my fingers allowed themselves to break the surface of the water. I brought my fingers to my face for a better observation as they felt differently. My closed eyes opened to glimpse straight up in sun like brightness, making my eyes sparkle their green shade. But, when my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I noticed the smoothness of my fingers. Water seemed to be flicked away from my fingers as it they were laced in a sort of water repellent. Odd. I brought my fingers to my face to find it dry. My thin, pale hands dipped into the water and made my fingers run through my hair. Dry.

The sky looked blue as any normal sky would. But that did not last long as a shade soon covered my eyes. There was not a cloud in the sky. Weird. My ocean began to shake and my thin body was tugged further out into the ocean as if I was trapped in a dangerous riptide. I switched from being on my back to a position in which my head was the only thing not in the water. And I saw what had stolen the shade. A wave. Not a normal wave. A much bigger one. Perhaps fifty feet tall.

I watched in wonder as the abnormal wave began to whitecap above my head. I was frightened yet aware that I was already dead. My ocean could not harm me. But this was not my ocean. It was a much darker one. It took a while for the water to finally crash down on me and, when it did, it was as if I could feel the pressure bring me down. It was as if a thousand pounds was placed on my stomach. The water was wicked. It had to be as a truly wonderful ocean would never so such a thing. I sunk further into the odd water. This place, wherever the hell I was at, was not my ocean. This place was much deeper.

The weight pulled me further toward the ocean floor. This could not be an ocean. The saltwater would burn my eyes. This substance did not. The voice that comes from my throat was released. I could hear it loud and clear. That was impossible to do in my ocean. The forced pulled me even further. The light from the sun, or what looked to be the sun, was slowly disappearing before my eyes. And then, soon, it was too dark to see the fingers that I put in front of my face. A little more feet and the pressure that forced me down this far had came to a halt. However, I instantly tried to escape to the surface again but found the pressure still lingered there. It would not allow me to leave. So, I have sunk to the bottom, a dark frightening place where my soul will remained trapped. Fantastic.