The struggle of life [Ares/Francesca v 2 Giant Moles Day 6]

I'm too busy drowning in regret and sorrow to realize Argonite's voice went from loud and full of life to that of silent and devoid of everything I cherished about him. Vengeance drove me to kill him. This is something that'll haunt me until the day of my death. Even though I trained for the games, I still had a shred of humanity in me coming into the arena. That shred was there somewhere buried within. Argonite brought that shred and transformed it into something much larger. No longer do I have any humanity left in me. I am now too far gone to ever be considered human. I'll be looked at as a murder. That vital part of me died with Argo. Somehow he brought what had been missing my entire life out of me. I really will miss this guy. I find myself bending down in front of him. This man saved my life. I remember our foolishness each day we had been allies. Going back and forth every day transformed me from this cold-blooded demon of war to something capable of something other than devastation. With Argonite gone, I am now back to that demon of war.

"I will never be able to live with myself." Even though the chances of him hearing me a slim to none, I do feel the need to tell him in some capacity. Maybe he'll hear those words before he finally passes away. Fresh tears flow from my eyes. I quickly wipe them away. Before meeting Argo, I would have considered tears as weakness. Now I believe them to be a necessary part of me. I just don't want to believe that it was me that killed this man. Maybe the only reason I'm alive is to end them. That has to be why I'm here and not Argo. That man was born to save lives not end them. On the other hand, I am perfect for the role of crushing the life out of someone. I did that to Argo and now there are nine others for me to kill. Fate has a cruel sense of humor. Bring me to the brink of death only to bring someone into my life to heal the darkness from within. Just when Argo and I were truly connecting, I end up killing him. I'll fall back to my old self. My lust for bloodshed will again become all I'm capable of feeling. I don't want that part of me to be dominant.

Screw the Capitol. They did this to me. Ever since I had been a tiny lad all I dreamed of doing was to volunteer when I felt capable of winning the games. I still remember the escort calling out that boys name. It wasn't mine so I ended up lunging out of the crowd to volunteer myself. So what if I did. My family never truly cared for me. Being in the games felt like an escape from being neglected. At least being in the games would bring me some glory. I got that by volunteering. Step one of my dream completed. I never showed the game makers my true skills. A two for my session? Well screw them. They should have known better. They got what they needed from me in the end which is murder. I'm just a tool of the Capitol and I see that now. For that, I shall always be forever in Argo's debt. Without him, I would have gone on being some demon lusting for glory, power, and death. I'd like to remain as I am, but that isn't a possibility. Even if I die in the games at least justice will be served. If I manage to win, I will personally go to Opal and beg her to kill me.

Staying here will only bring about the demon within to a much faster appearance. I need to leave and never look back. I notice something next to Argo that catches my eye. It appears to be some sort of leaf. Now I remember. He showed it to me during that night he saved me. Argo brought this leaf from his sister's garden I think? I don't remember much from that night, but this much I know. This leaf must be his token from home. It feels wrong to take it from his body, but I need some reminder of the horrible deed I committed lest I forget the crime of killing him. His family will surely want to rip off my head if they already didn't feel that way. I need to do this though. This leaf will remind me of the price of vengeance. Without this leaf, I know that my mind will be swimming with the thought of death. With my face full of regret, I bid a silent farewell to Argonite Shore.

I don't know how long I've been walking, but I finally collapse on the ground. Now I find myself laying on the ground ready to sleep. Its been so long since I've felt truly refreshed. I don't even know if Francesca is nearby. We may have attacked each other, but that was when we both felt sadness and regret over what I did. With reluctance, I can feel myself slipping out of the realm of reality and into the realm of sleep. My eyes wonder endlessly around the arena when a familiar face shines before me. Slowly, my feet carry my tired body forward with a huge grin. It's Argo. Carefully, a hand slides out in front of me prepared for a hand shake as I quickly realize something is wrong. His arm is missing, his ear, his eye... Loud, violent shrieks explode into the air as my hand flies towards the naginata. My body shoots straight into the air forcing myself into a seated position. Sweat pours down my brow dripping onto the ground as I lean forward in attempt to catch my breath. My heart races under my chest while I glance around. He's not here. It was just a dream, it had to be. Seeing him alive for that brie moment was amazing, but I remember killing Argo; my katana went straight through his eye. Maybe my regret is so bad that a dream of him alive was my pathetic attempt to atone for the atrocity of murder.

I must have slept longer than I thought possible. It's now daylight. I look up to the sky speaking more so to Argo's family then anything. "Any one of you may kill me. My justice will be served soon enough." Loud noises. That's all I hear right now. Someone of something must be approaching. I settle into a battle stance ready for whatever approaches. No matter what happens in this impending fight, I will get something out of it. If I die well it was bound to happen. Justice will be brought upon me much sooner than I'd like. If I make it out of this fight alive then that'll be another life crushed. Wait no that's not what I want. Horror erupts within. Exactly what I feared is happening. The murderer inside of me is itching to squeeze the life out of someone else.

-Ares attacks Giant Mole #1-

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