The {GREAT} Escape/// Storm's Death Post

The axe I'm holding onto falls swiftly to the ground leaving my hand. My legs start shaking underneath the weight of my body. My muscles scream in pain as the liquid fire surges through my veins. Who would have ever known dying is this painful. My muscles start convulsing as I fight to stay on my feet. I fight to remain standing for as long as I possibly can. I'm not ready to die. I'm not ready to die. Loud howls escape from somewhere deep within my body as a waterfall stars flowing down my face. I look over at the headless body of Beatrice. The corpse of body that belongs to Jim's district partner. I'm going to be just like them. They are free though which means, I'll be free. Disgust washes over my face taking away the pain of the sword slicing into my stomach. Disgust at Lucy for killing me. Disgusts at Cerise for killing Beatrice, but Cerise is dead too. She's gone. She's lifeless on the ground; destroyed by Jim's hand. He killed her because she killed Beatrice. He avenged her death, and maybe he'll avenge my death. Maybe he'll destroy Lucy just as he killed Cerise. Nothing matters anymore.

I can feel myself starting to fade away as my muscles convulse uncontrollably. The pain from the broken knee causes me to start sobbing. It all hurts now. Everything hurts from the rain pounding on my face, to the blow to the collar bone, to the gash on the back of my head. Every single thing hurts. My chest as my heart races trying to get compensate for the blood I'm losing quickly. My lungs ache screaming to be filled with that oxygen that's needed. The rapid, shallow motions of my chest sends fire burning through the shattered collar bone. I'm screaming at the top of my lungs as loud as I can trying to make it all stop. It hurts so bad. Ma, it hurts so bad! Please Ma make it stop. Please please make it stop. Please take the pain away. Please. Ma always knew how to take the pain away. A kiss on the cheek, or even a warm hug was always enough to make me feel better. She took away my pain, but she's not here. She can't take away the pain. I can only hope it ends soon. Ma, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for putting you through this pain. I'm so sorry.

My legs give out underneath me sending me crashing, hard, to the ground. I hold my arm out to catch myself as I try to protect my face, but it's useless. I fall to the left side only to land face first on the ground. I try to scream for help. I try to scream for Jim, for Sticky, to save me. I want to scream for them to rescue me, but nothing will happen. I'm too far gone for them to save me. I'm too far gone for anyone to care for me. The fairies aren't even here now. Everyone has left me all alone. I knew coming into the arena, I was going to die, but I always thought it would be quick and painless. I never realized I was going to back hacked into bits by the others. I never realized they would despise me this much. I never thought they would actually try to kill me, but I guess they didn't have much of a choice. It's kill or be killed here, and they have showed they don't want to be killed. I don't want to die. I want to live because I'm too young to die. But here I am laying face first on the ground unable to move or do anything except die. I'm going to die just like Jabber did.

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

Day one after the bloodbath I ran from the cornucopia. I ran from it for my life. I wasn't ready to die then. I had to fight. I had to make it farther than Jabber. I ran into the maze terrified. I had no idea where Jim, or Sticky ran off to. I had no idea where they were. I tried to sneak through the maze until I found someone, and it wasn't Jim. It wasn't Sticky; it was Siana. I talked to Siana in the training center. I talked to her about my family. I confided in her. She trusted me. I told her I wouldn't attack her until I had to, and I attacked her. I helped Jim, and Beatrice kill her. I attacked her because I was selfish. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be the lone victor walking out of this alive, so I betrayed her. Never make promises unless you are prepared to keep them for life. I made her a promise, and I broke it. I broke it, and I can never fix it because she's gone. She's gone because of me. "I'm so sorry Sia. I'm sorry for attacking you. I'm sorry I betrayed you. I know you hate me, but I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry, but sorry will never be enough."

Nothing will ever compare to what I'm feeling now. The pain I feel for betraying her. The anger of my hero, Beatrice, dying before my eyes. "Beatrice, you're a hero. You'll always be my hero." I can feel the tears flowing down my face. I've cried so much in the games. I shouldn't be able to cry anymore. Every bit of liquid should be gone from me. I should be dead from dehydration now, yet I'll still capable of crying. The water flows down my face constantly like a river flowing around me flooding the ground. I force my arm in front of me to drag my way across the ground. The fire burning through my veins is too much pain to bare. I force myself across the ground fighting through the pain, and the sobs that rack my body. "Make it stop! Just make it stop!" I know no matter how much I plead it won't end any faster. Nothing will end it faster. I've been left to stain the ground in crimson, but I have to move on. I drag myself across the ground with what little strength I have until I'm lying next to Beatrice. I should be the headless one Bea. I should be the one without a head. Not you, me.

I force myself to roll over on my back screaming in agonizing pain. High pitch shrieks depart off the tip of my tongue. The pain is too real for me to even comprehend what's happening. The pain of landing on my back knocks the air out of my lungs. My lungs scream for it to come back. I try to force myself to take deep breaths. I can't die. Not like this. Not at all like this. Come on Storm. Hang in there for a little longer. Hang in there. Violent coughs forcing my chest muscles to retract to help me breathe sends stabbing pains through the broken collar bone only making it harder and harder to breathe. I open my eyes to see the face of Sticky. I don't want to look at him. I've let him down. He is forced to carry on without me, without Beatrice. They are all alone now, but the fairies still march with them. I can see the fairy soldiers standing by his side with their weapons ready. They are ready to fight. They are prepared to go on the journey with him in place of me, and that's a comforting thought. Stay with them. Stay with the fairies and move on. Stay strong.

Everybody’s screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I’m slipping off the edge
I’m hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again

Sticky places his head next to mine. I can feel the water running from his eyes land upon my face. It hurts to see them like this. It hurts to know that I'll never be able to wake up to them again. "Now you may run away with your fairies." His voice is as silent as he can get it like he only wants me to hear. I raise my shaking hand to wipe the tears from my eyes. I have to be strong for them. No more crying. No more being weak. They deserve to see the Storm I was before I stepped foot into the arena. "They are real Sticky. The fairies are real. I see them everywhere. They've been fighting along side us. They haven't left us, and they will never leave you all." Sticky is like a book. He knows the books I love to read. I wish we had the chance to sit down and talk about the books, but that's impossible when you're in the fight for your life. 'Sticky, don't forget that they are real. Don't you ever forget it." My voice drops to a whisper at the end. Words fail to flow through my mouth as the river starts flowing down my face again.

I don't want them to pity me. I don't need them to pity me. Nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing. I don't want Sticky to cry for me. I'm dying. Just go on. Please, for me. I don't want it. I don't need it. I don't need anything where I'm going. I deserve to go rot in hell for everything that I've done. I deserve to rot in hell for betraying Siana. I deserve to rot in hell because she said that. She told me and Jim to die and rot in hell. "Siana, you're getting your wish. I'm dying, and I'm probably going to hell! I hope your happy. You've won! You've got what you wished for!" My voice raising to a scream as my throat scratches. My lungs beg me to stop. They beg me to just lay down and quit, but I won't quit. Not yet. I have to think about my family, and like that Jim, and Sticky are nowhere to be seen leaving me a blubbering mess. My family. What are they thinking of me now? Are they even watching this? Are they watching me die? "Red." Red, my poor brother Red. I've failed him. I've let him down like I have everyone else.

"Ma, Pa, Wes, Stellar, Mocking, Fawn, Mist, Red, Violet, and the rest of the family, I-I-I hope I made you all proud. I hope I have done everything in my power to make sure I've brought honor to the Jay family. I-I'm sorry I won't be making it home alive. I'm sorry I'm going to be going back home like Jabber. Please forgive me. Please." I'm a failure. I've let them down. I've let them down just like I always let everyone down. I mess everything up like always. I screwed it up. I messed up just like everything I try to do. I tried to make it home, but I messed it up. I'm a screw up just like I was when I was still at home. "Mist, I forgive you for destroying my books. I should have spent more time with you. Mocking, I'm sorry I'll never be able to watch you jump off the house again. Fawn, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. Wes, Stellar, I'm sorry for letting you all down. I tried, but I've only failed. Ma, Pa, stay strong for them. Don't mourn me too long. I'm going to that place I always dreamed of. I'm going to be free. Red, Violet, I'm sorry I'll never be able to tell you another story. I'm so sorry." A single tear rolls down my face silently falling to the ground.

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can’t explain what happened
And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done
No I can’t

If Red could see me now, would he be proud? Would he be proud of how far I made it? Would he be disappointed at me for trying to stay alive? I remember saying goodbye to Red in the justice building. I remember the small hug we shared. The first hug we shared in such a long time. It was the first time we talked since that fight we had. I was a jerk to slam that door in his sightless eyes. The last words I said to him haunted me. They destroyed me each and every night I tried to sleep. I wanted to tell him I was sorry, but I was afraid to step across the line. I was afraid to tell him I was sorry because I'm afraid he would come at me again. I was afraid he would yell at me for trying to tell him I was sorry. I was sorry. I am sorry. I'm so sorry I never told him sorry until the last possible second. I hate myself for it. I hate everything about myself now. Regret washes over me. I can't tell him how much I hate myself for never telling him sorry. He probably knows, but I can't tell him. "Red, I'm so sorry for not trying to make things right sooner. I'm so so so sorry." You'll never get to hear the story.

All Red ever wanted was to hear that Story. He wanted me to tell him the story I would always tell him to read him to sleep. A story of the great escape. A story that I plan on telling him. "Red, are you listening? I-I-I'm going to tell you that story you've longed to hear. I'm going to tell you the story that I always read myself to sleep with. I'm going to tell you the story until I fall asleep forever. "Once upon a time, there was a young boy that had a fairy that always followed him around. This fairy was his best friend. This young boy gathered together a lot of other children that would be young forever. They all wanted to be children for the rest of their lives." I never wanted to stay young for the rest of my life. I wanted to grow old back in the district. I wanted to have children so I could read them these stories, but that's never going to happen. I'm never going to get married. I'm never going to grow up. I'm never going to experience the joy of watching my family get married. Never! "Every night the young boy and his fairy would set out on a mission to recruit new children to stay young."

I can feel my heart growing weaker as I try to tell this story. I can feel m breathing become more and more labored as I fight to stay alive. I have to tell this story to Red. I have to finish it for him. I take another deep, painful breath before I speak again. "Some of the children would go with them. Most of them were young boys. As a matter of fact, they were all boys except one. On this particular night when they set out on their mission, they went to a home that had two young boys, and a young girl. The fairies sprinkled the magic fairy dust on them making them able to fly." I'm a Jay. I'm supposed to fly. I left the nest before I was ready. I spread my wings a moment too soon, but I've finally caught the drift. I'm finally flying high. My arm drops to my side lifeless and limp. My head falls back against the ground as the sky, and everything around me turns to gray. "They flew away from their house to fight against the bad guys. The young boy's fairy ended up dead to save his life. He cried and kept repeating over and over again that he believed in fairies."

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

My eyes flutter open. My arms are immediately stretched into the air, and to my surprise, my left arm is reattached at the shoulder. I thought I lost it. I thought my arm was gone. The sound of a raging sea fills my ears as a gentle breeze flies through the sky chilling me to the bone. The sound of the water slamming against the beach is something I've never seen before. Waves that extend several feet into the sky blows my mind away. I slowly bring myself to my feet as everything around me turns from gray, to bright, vibrant colors. Flowers caked with blue, red, yellow, and orange surround my feet. The yellow sun setting onto the gritty sand of the beach. I'm running through the field into the sand prepared to jump into the waves. I've never seen anything like this. "Where am I?" I stop at the edge of the gritty sand and look down. My body collapsed lifeless in the arms of Jim, my bro. I watch as he lays me gently on the ground. I watch as he places his prized cat pelt on top of me and his knife in my hand. "Jim, what are you doing? You need those more than I do. Keep them. Your trophies. Your prized possessions." My voice loud and firm until I realize he'll never be able to hear me. I'm dead, and he's alive. I watch as he raises his hand into the air crying for me. I've failed him. I've let him down, but I'll see him again some day. One day we'll meet again. I guess there never is a happily ever after. Happy endings don't exist, at least, not for now.

This is the end of Storm Jay

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Ok, so I don't even know where to begin. Everyone of you all are awesome.

Lulu You have done a fantastic job at making the games fun, and an awesome job at running the site-I'm glad I'm apart of it. I've had a blast being in the games, and I'll always be thankful. I thank you for answering the many stupid questions I have asked because I have to learn somehow.

To those who sponsored Storm I thank you all more than you will ever know. It means so much to me.

Ani Thank you for making the Jay plot. I'm really grateful you allowed me to have Storm, and that you allowed me to be in the plot. Storm became my favorite characters. It was an honor to be able to RP him with you, and the others in the Jay family.

Semper You helped me so much for my first games. You helped me to stay strong even when it looked like all was lost. You showed me that in the darkness there can be a little bit of light, and as long as I hold onto that little bit of light, all is well.

Kiah Thanks for threading with Storm so much. You've helped me develop him a lot. I'm sorry we never got to finish that one thread between Red and Storm.

Kay Ok, I can honestly say, Storm would have died long before now if it wasn't for you. I was almost positive he was going to die in the bloodbath because I had no idea what to expect. I was a total noob, yet you helped me. You got me through day 1, and you helped get me to this point. You helped me in the moments I was raging, and the moments I was sad. Thank you for all the help.

Python Can I just say thank's for everything? You helped when we went hunting on Day 1. I never really talked to you before the games, and I've became grateful for the opportunity. Thank you for helping me.

Stare You are an amazing RP tutor. You helped me gain more confidence in my writing before I went into the games. I'm thankful that you were the one to teach me.

Kousei, Clover, Zoe, and AyaThe fight threads from Day 3 and Day 4 were a blast. I'm glad we got to thread together even though we all knew what was going to happen.

Shine You caught me off guard when you asked to join the alliance. I was totally prepared to go into the arena with just Cato by my side. We never talked before the games, but we've become friends now, and I'll forever be grateful. Good luck in the games. Keep it up!

Meghan When I first joined the site, you were there to help me. You answered my questions, and you made me feel welcomed. I'm so glad that you decided to join our alliance. I'm so glad that you were here to help me. You helped me in everything, and I'm so thankful.

Cato Team noob! I thought for sure going into the games we would definitely live up to the team noob status. I'm glad I've got the opportunity to thread with Jim. He's so amazing, and you write him wonderfully. Keep up the good work! Don't let anyone put you down.

Anyone else that I forgot I'm not going to remember everyone, and if I forgot you, I'm extremely sorry.

Good luck to you that are still in the games.