The Sound & The Fury [Eden Death Thread]

I a g o
I z a r – M c C l a i n e

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{I feel numb most of the time}
{The lower I get the higher I'll climb}
{And I will wonder why}
{I get dark only to shine}

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When the last of them had run off for the maze, we started the scavenging. Nimble fingers picked over what has been left behind. Already we have become animals.

[/color] I spy blankets, needles with thread, even an armored vest to prep my body for the inevitable war. The serenity after the battle is such a strange juxtaposition it’s dizzying. I think of how little time has passed, and already I’m that much closer to going home[/color]. Only the sound of scraping metal against stone jars me from my daydreams. I look down to see I’ve let my glaive hang at my side. A small puddle of blood collects at my feet and I stand, staring out at the mountain passes in the distance. My mind should be one-track, set on picking up the pieces that would give us any advantage or any little bit of help we can have for the coming days. Yet I turn back to the minutes before—a club against a skull, a sword through skin, screams of agony—a slow, steady curl comes up my cheeks and I smile.

There’s a faint gurgle and out of the corner of my eye can see a still struggling form. The girl from nine.[/color] What was it that she had been famous for—oh yes, catching rats. I’d heard the silly gossip amongst the children in the dining hall. I’d written her off for a freak but her training score gave me the smallest ounce of trepidation. Unwarranted,[/color] I think. In the ensuing chaos someone had gone and pierced her pretty little neck with a sword. She’d choke on her own blood soon enough, and with it, cannons would sound. Well that was no fun.[/color] Why did she get to sit there in her final moments, thinking of everyone that she loved, mewling to the sky that this world had forsaken her? It happened time and time again in the games, where tributes would call out to their mothers and fathers, to brothers and sisters, to enemies and friends as though their dying words were ever so important. If they’d had such important knowledge to impart, then why wait until the last minute?

Ah yes, the idea that there is some retribution in telling the truth before death. I loathe believing anyone is honest enough in life. I stand over Eden then, and watch with pause. Remember when Benat had told his brothers to be good, and how he’d loved his mother and father? At least he’d not apologized for trying to kill the other boys and girls in the arena. My blood boils at the thought of hearing the word sorry[/color] muttered in the bloodbath. If I could remember which boy had said it—was it Mantel? I tighten my grip around my glaive. If I see him again, I’d show what liars needed: I’d hold him down and pull out his tongue. With my blade I’d leave him mutilated, never able to utter another truthful word, even in death. They needed more honesty here, and like the night gives the stars, I would give it to them.

I was not sorry for killing Ivana Vox. The girl had gone for Emery and with it came her swift and utter retribution. Impressed was I with Scout and Ewe, and in especial Emery for her fists. But it was I that had brought my club down on her skull. It was I that ended her life and her chance to go home. What would I say if I saw her family?[/color] Well, to begin that she had deserved it. Then I would say that she should have fought harder. In final, that she’d been foolish to think she’d survive. I would guess she believed in fate, just as the rest of them seemed to. What a lie, to think we control our own destiny[/color]. What a horrible, ill-begotten belief that made it all the more fitting for them to die.

Honest Iago.[/color] I amble over to a coil of thread and hurry back to the waning Eden. She probably believed she could control her time to go, too. Well, I licked my lips, We will her show her.[/color] I kneel next to her with a grin and wrap the chord tightly around her neck. I whisper a shush as I tighten it. Blood spills out of the wound on her neck onto my hands and I give a grunt.

“Don’t struggle,” I say. “I just want to show you, Eden,” I let out another grunt. “That you don’t get to decide… when it ends…” I smile.

“I do.”

[Iago has fled this thread]

Ooc note: this is Eden’s Death Post thread. I’d like it to just be the two of us, please. Also, Iago’s equipped a bunch of stuff but until we figure out the wealth I don’t know (but he is for sure wearing his helmet and armored vest and such).[/blockquote][/size][/justify]