{ death do we part } Opal vs Xanthus, Day 7
Aug 25, 2013 19:20:18 GMT -5
Post by cass on Aug 25, 2013 19:20:18 GMT -5
opal shore.
Locust Lovelace was dead.
I had spent over an hour crying over her dead body. I had had to drag myself forward, feet almost incapable of lifting an inch to bring me closer to her fallen frame. And there it had only gotten worse. The amount of blood that spilled from her, the amount of blood that stained her clothes and her bodies tore at my heart and I had choked back a howl of pain. I had hurt so much on the inside that I had grabbed her hand, fingers wrapping tightly around her cold, pale skin. I was sobbing, I was honestly broken on the inside, and every single bit of me had been destroyed. In those moments I had not looked at Yaa, I had not allowed my gaze to stray even an inch from the disfigured shape of Locust Lovelace. I could see from the comers of my eyes that Yaa was holding her, which Yaa had wrapped her arms around Locust and it made me realise that this girl had been here whilst she had died. Yaa had been here, Yaa had been right here when Locust had died. For a moment I looked up, grief stricken eyes focusing on Yaa. There was not a single scratch on her, it was as though she had not fought, or had to fight anyone. I hated it. I hated seeing her sitting there, sad and crying, I had hated seeing her hold Locust and sob over a girl I wasn’t even sure she loved.
I loved Locust Lovelace. I had been the one that had fought with her and stood by her side these entire games, not Yaa, no anyone else. And yet she had died with Yaa, she had died by the side of a girl that had done nothing for her these games. It was so frustrating to know that Locust cared so much for a girl that hadn’t done a thing for her. It hurt me beyond repair to turn my eyes down and to stare once more at the strong, attractive face of a girl that had been so unbeatable to me. She had been the girl that should have won these games, she should have gone home. She shouldn’t be dead, but she was. She was dead. Her leg lying a few meters beside her, blood soaking into the sand until the land around them was an island of crimson. I wanted, so desperately, to be able to look into her eyes once more time, to hold her, to feel her breath and to tell her how I felt. But I’d held back when the chance had risen and now it was gone, no more than a wish that had slipped through my fingers. Something I would never see again. I doubted that I could possibly feel the same way about another person. I’d never met anyone who hadn’t laughed at me with the first glance, or that hadn’t scowled or spat or yelled. Not even one of my siblings had treated my differently. Not even my real parents had wanted me. Locust Lovelace had, though. She had stood by my side, she had told me how important I was and that petty need to please her had turned into something where my stomach had fluttered with each glance.
It was all gone. It was gone and it would never come back.
That night I hadn’t looked at the sky. That night I had wrapped myself in my jacket and I had closed my eyes tight, so tight that when they opened stars danced across my vision and the world flickered and faded as they tried to refocus. I’d blocked out every beat of the anthem, the tune slipping past my best efforts and sending me into another fit of sobs. Knowing what was going to be up there was worse, knowing that up in that sky would be the last time I would see her face was not even enough to make me look. Not even a single tear slipped from my eyes for Drace. He was nothing to me, he was a pathetic traitor that had deserved everything he had gotten. Part of me believed that if it hadn’t been for him Locust would still be alive. Everything he had done had caused a chain of effects. What he had done had led to Locust’s death. It was all his fault and yet I could not force myself to place that hate on someone who was actually dead. That was usual. I needed someone living, someone I could blame and someone I could hurt. Because I couldn’t let this wrong go unpunished. I’d let Drace go and he had repaid me by attacking me and attacking me until he had fallen. This time there would be vengeance; there would be consequences to the mistakes made.
I just had to decide who would pay. There were three others alive. Yaa, Xanthus and some other guy – couldn’t remember his name, something weird, though – the idea of attacking Xanthus never occurred to me. Xanthus was my district partner and with every thought of him came a cold feeling. There was no remorse or guilt within me for killing Drace, only contempt. But I did feel something, I felt guilty when it came to Xanthus. From the first time I had laid eyes on him I had never ever wanted to hurt him. His first words had been polite, but tense, but he had been kind. He had not wrong me, I had stitched him up after the bloodbath. I had even hugged him at the feast. That had felt good, that had felt right. Killing Drace had not affected me the way it should have. My only pain for his death was knowing that Xanthus would hurt and seeing his eyes filled with that kind of pain was enough to make me cry, it was enough to make me draw my legs up towards my chest and sob softly into my clothes. Never had I wanted this. Never in my entire life would I have dreamed of causing this kind of pain to another human being. And knowing that soon – maybe even tomorrow, I’d have to see him hurt, it was a kind of agony that I could not cope with.
The anthem faded from the sky, slipping to be replaced by the darkness of a new night. The world was silent, and I held my breath, unwilling to disturb the moment of serenity that followed after the booming noise of the Capitol’s anthem. Slowly I sit up, puffy, red eyes turning upwards. My face was still stained by the tears that had slipped from my eyes and I looked like a mess. My hair was all over the place, my hands, face, arms, legs and neck covered in dirt. I’d lost the will to care about my appearance more so than ever. Looking upwards I take in the sight of the stars, they flickered in the darkness that had swallowed the world. I felt so incredibly alone, I had no one left and the only person I could rely and trust would hate me by tomorrow. Granted he would not know that I had killed Drace, but I’d tell him. Whether it be as he lay dying or as I faced him in a duel. I’d tell him, because I cared about him, because he had been more like family to me these past days then anyone in my entire life. And that meant something to me, as pathetic and ridiculous as that sounded it meant a whole damn lot to me.
The sun slowly rose and I stood up with it. My tears had dried up and passed as the night had gone by. By morning no more fell, but my head sill pounded and my mind still spun. Groggily I reach down, hands clamping around the water jug that I had gained from killing Akasha. Tipping it backwards I drink the water, feeling it flow through my mouth and revive me, if only a little bit. After hesitating for only a moment I step off, feet moving forwards. Every action seemed useless, every movement having to be forced from my limbs. Without knowing I find myself heading once more to the black land of the tar pits. The tar stretches out before me and for the first time I feel no need to even think about the waste of life her, and that fact that there was nothing real about this world. Instead I stumble forwards, feet moving of their own accord until I reach the tar and come to a stop. It is there that the pain that had held out for those few moments comes back and I can’t help even myself as the tears begin to fall once more, silently down my cheeks. The delicate sound of feet on ground is the only thing that alerts me to the presence of another person. Lifelessly I turn around, and my heart catches in my chest as the pale, injured, disfigured face of Xanthus Grimm comes into view.
Without thinking I reach behind my back and my hands wrap around the hilt of the small knife I had taken from Drace’s cold dead body. Biting back the next flow of tears I bring it out in front of me, before throwing it to the ground where it stays. “I’m… I’m not sorry I killed him. I’m not sorry at all.” I stammer the words as rapid as the beat of my frantic heart. ”But I am so sorry that by doing what I did I hurt you. From the first time I met you I never wanted to hurt you. And I did. And I am so sorry, Xanthus. I don’t want to hurt you now, either, but I just want to go home. I want to find my parents and I want to do so much.” I bite my lip, holding back my next words. I couldn’t stop crying, not now. The tears were just coming and I knew that if I didn’t move now my shaking hands would falter me and I wouldn’t be able to do a thing. Reaching backwards I wrap my hands around the glaive, and pulling it forwards I hold it with more determination then I felt. And I lunge.[attacks Xanthus-- Glaive]
[dice=200+13000]
[Deep Gash on Right Forearm -- 8.0 damage + 1 blades]
[dice=50]
[2 damage]
[Opal drinks water, tips glaive in fire and lights it using flint recieved from sponsorship and also refills empty jar with tar.]]
This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten
Feel the earth move and then
Hear my heart burst again
I've drowned and dreamt this moment
[/size][/blockquote][/justify][rand=6485436942894012588690235046669865949139976873998037181533873081]Hold your breath and count to ten
Feel the earth move and then
Hear my heart burst again
I've drowned and dreamt this moment
