Chasing Nightmares (Solo: Damion) -Day 2-

Chasing Nightmares (Solo: Damion) -Day 2- Oct 13, 2012 11:31:24 GMT -5

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Post by SinInChaos on Oct 13, 2012 11:31:24 GMT -5

I am your Demon
Hear me Roar

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He who knows madness must know it all, right? I'm not just some crazy psychopath babbling on about things that make little to no coherent sense. I brush back my hair and look at the world now, for what it is and for what the times have taught me. Do not depend on others. Live a life of your own. That is the right way to win the games, isn't it? Phyllis and Riker seemed a bit different. More distant but willing to sacrifice for each other. The romance worked for them but here I was stuck in my own thoughts. Blankets of rights and wrongs cloud my mind. Nothing seems to bring warmth anymore. A demon does not need any warmth though, does he? Right. I'm just the cold element to the world. The reality that everyone fails to realize. Except for the capitolites. They know what is right and wrong.

I've practically worshiped them for years now, the people of the capitol, and now I just wonder if it is all right. Being covered in the blood of some animal that knew too little too late what it was messing with. The blood of another. It sounds thicker than my own. Is that even right? My mind is in this weird wonderland that makes my stomach turn repeatedly. For Riker. For Phyllis. For ~~Remie~~Lydie. Only now one of those were gone. Forever lost to the elements that are the Hunger Games. But I didn't care, did I? I was just going to cut her open like the other tributes. She was just a useless little pawn like the rest of them. Following my game. That's right. These were my games. I lived... thrived all my life on the thought of coming here. The people in the district feared their day would come but each day and night I hoped it'd be my name they announced, coming onto the stage. Waving to the crowd and letting them know another victor was coming home.

Coming back to Remie.

No, she's dead. You and everyone else saw her die! Here in the arena, taken down by the girl from one. No, that's not right. Remie died a long time ago, killed by the boy from ten. The boy from ten. I killed her, didn't I? That's not right. The rights and wrongs are too heavy for my mind. I can't think straight. Instead my memories are all in this loop, being meshed together like some bad dreams. The same ones I had as a kid when Remie died. Every damn night I could see the image of Remie in my mind running up to the boy. Almost pleading with him. Smiling at the rain of blood that had fallen on her. I could almost kill her myself for being so happy in the moment. Didn't she want to come back home to me? See her little brother and be proud that she had won for her district?

“What would you say if you could see me now Remie?” I play around with the spear, lifting it around. It had a name just like a human, a Dory. A woman's name. Remie never even got a chance to hold something like this, where I just barely escaped with the spear in my hands. “Wouldn't you be proud of your little brother?

The taste of bitter copper lingers in my mouth after talking. Mainly from the stench of blood that now covers my body. I am a monster. Something straight out of the nightmares of a child. Touching the landscapes and holding close the will of some tributes. The other two would run from such a beast, but I showed them that they can prevail over such trivial things. It would be insane to believe that this world wouldn't exist without me. None of them would have made it passed that bloodbath.

[/i] Phyllis would have been to weak to move on despite that nice score of hers. I saw her in the fight today. She could barely get the urge to raise the spear before watching me. Riker didn't want to attack until he saw both of us engaging the enemy. There is no way this would all happen without me. Without ~~Lydie~~Remie. We would all be different people.

“Who the hell am I!?” my fist hits the ground with the thoughts. Never have I been so caring. Never has anyone else crossed my mind except for Remie. But now all these others bother my mind. “Leave me alone! Stop bothering me!” I lash out, stand and swing the spear at the air. Whatever invisible force is doing this to me, controlling my emotions, I would soon control it. Teach it not to be so horrid toward a demon.

My eyes catch a glimpse of someone running off a few feet from me. Long brown hair, curling at the end. Brown eyes that wink at me as she runs through the trees. Her giggle. “R-Remie?” I stop swinging the spear and look at her running through the trees more closely now. It is her, here with me. She didn't die. No, they were saving her for the games I came into, weren't they? Saving them for their little follower, knowing that he would appreciate such a gift. Saving an older sister for her brother to meet. To love. To kill. To do whatever he wished with her. “Remie... my Remie...” I stumble after her, a smile plastered on my face. Must look like a fool on television I don't care though. I was going to take this gift and give to myself.

I can finally find her.

But then I realize how wrong I am, stop in my steps and try to remember that she cannot be here. No. Remie died years ago in the arena. In a different arena. No one could have saved her from the fate that befell her. Remie was gone. I had to accept that. I would never see ~~Lydie~~Remie again. The world I had strived to become a part of was taking everything dear to me away.

You don't find anything dear. You're a demon!

And soon enough, I would have to realize that I was the one not meant to be here. That I belonged elsewhere, coddled in a bed with a nice story to put me to bed. And Remie would be there to read it to me. Make sure I fell asleep safely. Watch for my drunken parents to walk in and demand she pay them something. And how Remie would try to tell them how the world hates her. How the world didn't even have a place set aside for her. Not unless she won those games. She would be home, a disgrace to the fellow citizens. The people who so dearly hated her before death.

And how dearly they hate you.

Yes... I would return to them victorious. I would show them the howl of a beast that hadn't ever been heard before. I would be something more than them.

“Remie... where are you Remie?” I stumble off into the gardens, looking for the long lost sister.
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