Never to be found [Jixes DP]
Jul 2, 2014 21:29:35 GMT -5
Post by Sage on Jul 2, 2014 21:29:35 GMT -5
May you find some comfort here
Eight times
Eight times you've managed to escape me, Jix. You've nearly died eight times but now, it is time for you to actually die. Who am I? Oh, dear child, don't you know who I am? I am the thing that most people fear, the one that mothers hide their infants from and old folks cower away from. I am death but you see, dear child, I am nothing to be afraid of for I am inevitable, eventually, you too would have come into my arms willingly, who knows how old you would have naturally lived to, but sadly, today is the day when I will finally embrace you and steal you away from this world.
I remember the first time you almost came to me, you were five I believe and your parents took you to the zoo. The tiger that you thought was your friend was actually trying to kill you but your mother pulled your hand away before he could take you away. Big cats are believed to have nine lives and that was your first life taken away. Perhaps, you should be more careful when it comes to me for you have no idea when I will swoop down and end a life.
I can feel your heart as it beats, alive for now, but the injuries sustained will soon have you begging me to welcome you. I will happily take you away from this pain, dear child, but you must allow me to. Perhaps another one of the times you've escaped me will help you to accept it once and for all. I will never accept death kindly brave words dear child but I don't believe it will be enough.
When you were seven, you had the 'brilliant' idea of learning to leap from rooftop to rooftop. In the Capitol, this usually consisted of apartment building rooftops that were a few hundred feet off the ground. So sure you were after your first few tries that you became careless and when you landed wrong on the rooftop, you paid the price by plummeting to the hard concrete a few stories below. I remember seeing your body lying there bloody and trying to coax your spirit into joining me but you were stubborn, dear child, and refused to leave the land of the living.
It took weeks before you were finally getting better but after the fall, your recovery was miraculous. I watched your mother weep when she saw you walk again for the first time. The Capitol doctors were astounded by how fast you mended, saying that it should have taken months to heal the right leg and left rib breaks you'd received from the fall. It surprised me as well how much you wanted to live. How much you loved being alive.
You lay there on the baking ground, the blood spilling from the wounds, are you ready to join me yet. No. still as stubborn as you were then, dear child, perhaps another memory of near death will send you into my arms.
It was a week after your 8th birthday and you were walking along the street alone towards your house from hanging out with a friend. Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind and began dragging you away. I watched as you fought, seeing the silver gleam of the knife in your attackers hands. I thought for sure you would be joining me but, somewhat to my dismay, you managed to escape. For the third time you'd managed to escape me.
Your ally lies near you, blood spilling from her wounds as well and I know that she is fighting for her life just as you are now. I believe it was foolish of you to attack her, why condemn another
Walking along the street, you were unaware of the drunk driver approaching you as you listened to music on your music player. You were ten when this occurred and I believe this to be the most amazing of your escapes. The driver approached you and almost on instincts, you moved right before the car slammed into the building you'd just been standing in front of. It was as if some unseen force was watching over you. I have tried to find this force but to no avail.
I have a feeling that this won't be enough to lure you into my arms so I will tell you another.
At the age of sixteen, you left your parents and the comfort of the Capitol to wander the forest. During your time spent in the forest, I believe you escaped death another three times, bringing your total number of lives lost to seven. Let me think, what were the causes of your near death experiences? Oh right, you ate an inedible plant, (You realized it in time and barfed it up before it could go to work), you were attacked by tracker jackers (You accidentally stumbled upon one of their nests and were stung a good number of times) and finally you were attacked by some wild dogs (You managed to fend them off with the knife you brought with you). Do you remember now, dear child, how many times I have called out to you, asked you to come into my arms and let me take you away? Seven times.
I can see you struggling for breath. Who's going to save you now dear child? Are you ready to give in yet? Almost but not yet, Please, I have to say good-bye first Alright child. Just allow me to give you one more reminder of your escapes, the final time you managed to escape me.
After entering district twelve, I am surprised that you entered your name in the reaping. The peace keepers should have known it was you and that you were a Capitolite on the run. They could have killed you, which is why I consider that your eighth escape from me because you could have been killed, dear child.
"Future, I-I'm sorry for betraying you. I-I just want-wanted to get-get further in the gam-games" The words, I can tell, are hollow and that you don't really mean them. Why would you betray your ally dear child? Why would you hurt her when she had your back? Perhaps it is fitting that it was she who landed the killing blow that would send you into my arms. Perhaps it is You see, I am always right. Think of Jillian, the one you are leaving behind, you promised her that you would come home to her but here you are, lying on the hot ground, your life slowly ebbing away. "Jill, I-I'm sorry. I ha-have always loved you and I-I always wil-will. T-take care of the other children for me and en-enjoy your life. Good-bye" I gaze down at you for your final few moments, seeing the blood soaked ground before your spirit rises up from your broken body, fresh, free and glowing. "Take me away, I'm free"
Thank yous
There are a lot of people who have supported me through this time in the arena and I would like to take the time to thank them
Zoe and Chaos - thank you, both of you for helping me with Second person. You both have really helped me to understand what it means to write in second person and how to do it effectively. It's been fun.
Miniclover and Arcticwoof - Thank you, both of you for being my allies and helping to make pre-games and partial in games times a lot of fun. Minie, I am sorry for betraying you but I'm glad we're still friends.
Kire - Thank you for helping me discover who Jix really is as a person and helping me to better understand his motives for doing things.
Kay and Charade - Thank you for making these games a blast and I wish I could have lived longer to see what other mischief and such happens but it was fun while it lasted.
The people who sponsored the Puppet Masters - Thank you so much for your support.
Tom - Thank you for believing in us and sticking to us until we died.
Anyone I missed - I am sorry if I missed you in my list but thank you
and last but certainly not least
Jix - Thank you for being such a great teacher and a bad ass character. I had so much fun playing as you and you have taught me so much about myself and connecting with my characters. I hope you rest in peace and find happiness in the next life my Wildcat.
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