War Claims Another [Ares dp]
Jul 23, 2014 11:19:25 GMT -5
Post by Cato on Jul 23, 2014 11:19:25 GMT -5
here lies
Ares Pine
cause you search for years
but you lose everything you find
Ares Pine
cause you search for years
but you lose everything you find
Seeing my weapon slice cleanly through Francesca's bandages bring about a wicked smile to my face. Even better the flames from my weapon begins to burn her as well. My strength is unparalleled. Who else could make these kinds of attacks? This is what I've been trained for. Maybe I am a mindless machine bred for killing, but that's a task I willingly embrace. My only regret when I win the games will be that killing has to stop. I've killed a mutt, yet that didn't sate my hunger for blood. Blood pouring down my neck snaps me back into reality. I've been extremely cocky and Francesca makes me pay by delivering sweet justice stabbing my neck. It happens so fast. One minute I'm attacking her with such power and the next moment, Francesca's weapon is buried in my neck. Justice has been served. How could this have happened to me? The strongest tribute to ever be in the games dead by an inferior opponent.
I should never have let my guard down. The pain is too excruciating for me to stand any longer. My knees hit the ground. I refuse to look my killer in the eye. I search the area for any sign of life, but its just Francesca and I. No one will interrupt this moment. I got what I deserve. Dismissing Francesca's ability to fight now causes my death. I clutch my heart or what's left of it. The guilt of all my wrongdoings suddenly hits. I'll never know if my family didn't visit me because of Hannah. They know I can handle myself or thought I could. Hannah wasn't weak in the slightest, yet I will never know their reasons for abandoning me during the reaping. I didn't know what friendship was until Argonite Shore. He taught me a lot of things none more important than to enjoy life. We had a lot of fun together. He was more than just a friend to me. We were like brothers. A bond forged through the fire of the games. I got caught up in revenge. Fueled by anger than friendship. Had I made it out, I would not have been able to forgive myself.
Faces of my family flashes by one by one in my head. Mother, father, Tobias, Kronos, Evander, and many others. One face lingers longer than the others. Of course Argo is that face. I've let him down. Karma really is a bitch seeing as I'm unable to banish Argo from my mind. Finally I can feel the life draining out of me. Maybe everything that I've been tearing myself up about since the wound has went by in seconds. Tears flow from my eyes. No shame now with a gaping hole in my neck. I'll always cherish the past few days. Fighting and messing around. I thought training would prepare me for this life. I've never been so wrong in my life. I consider asking Francesca to end my life, but I decide against it. Something about feeling every last second of my agonizing death seems right. I'm going to apologize to Argo if I ever see him again.
I don't know really what death is like. I always thought pain had been a game to mess around with, yet I found out it was more than just a game. My cockiness turned out to be my downfall. I never saw it coming. The funny thing is I should have. Always going on boasting about my combat skills and never taking my fellow tributes as a threat. That turned out to be a huge mistake. I could always come up with an excuse on what I could have done differently, but I won't. My death happened to be karma at its finest. I killed a man that deserved to live. His family wanted him home unlike mine. Maybe if I didn't kill him, I'd be alive right now. I'll miss Argonite Shore. Arguably the only person to ever make me think about something other than winning the games. My death will make the game makers happy. My family may or may not mourn my death. They might secretly be cheering my death. When I get back home in a box will they care enough to do a funeral?
The sound of a cannon announcing another tributes death fills my ears. Only now do I realize that cannon is mine. War has claimed another victim. This time I happen to be that victim. Before my fight with Francesca the sound of a cannon would have been music to my ears. Now it only signals the end of a soon to be forgotten murderer. Sixteen cannons. I laughed at fifteen of them. Only one did I show any regret and now the seventeenth cannon, my cannon, concludes the end of my short lived crusade for power, glory, and honor. The moment I volunteered in place of that man who name I've long since forgotten still resonates within. Back then, I thought I knew what I'd be getting myself into. The first few days was everything I wanted it to be. The fifth day in this kingdom of death shattered my blind love for the games. My final moment of glory turned out to be my death. I won't be remembered for killing Argonite Shore or Francesca stabbing me in the neck. I'll just be another forgotten soul.
acknowledgements
I should never have let my guard down. The pain is too excruciating for me to stand any longer. My knees hit the ground. I refuse to look my killer in the eye. I search the area for any sign of life, but its just Francesca and I. No one will interrupt this moment. I got what I deserve. Dismissing Francesca's ability to fight now causes my death. I clutch my heart or what's left of it. The guilt of all my wrongdoings suddenly hits. I'll never know if my family didn't visit me because of Hannah. They know I can handle myself or thought I could. Hannah wasn't weak in the slightest, yet I will never know their reasons for abandoning me during the reaping. I didn't know what friendship was until Argonite Shore. He taught me a lot of things none more important than to enjoy life. We had a lot of fun together. He was more than just a friend to me. We were like brothers. A bond forged through the fire of the games. I got caught up in revenge. Fueled by anger than friendship. Had I made it out, I would not have been able to forgive myself.
Faces of my family flashes by one by one in my head. Mother, father, Tobias, Kronos, Evander, and many others. One face lingers longer than the others. Of course Argo is that face. I've let him down. Karma really is a bitch seeing as I'm unable to banish Argo from my mind. Finally I can feel the life draining out of me. Maybe everything that I've been tearing myself up about since the wound has went by in seconds. Tears flow from my eyes. No shame now with a gaping hole in my neck. I'll always cherish the past few days. Fighting and messing around. I thought training would prepare me for this life. I've never been so wrong in my life. I consider asking Francesca to end my life, but I decide against it. Something about feeling every last second of my agonizing death seems right. I'm going to apologize to Argo if I ever see him again.
I don't know really what death is like. I always thought pain had been a game to mess around with, yet I found out it was more than just a game. My cockiness turned out to be my downfall. I never saw it coming. The funny thing is I should have. Always going on boasting about my combat skills and never taking my fellow tributes as a threat. That turned out to be a huge mistake. I could always come up with an excuse on what I could have done differently, but I won't. My death happened to be karma at its finest. I killed a man that deserved to live. His family wanted him home unlike mine. Maybe if I didn't kill him, I'd be alive right now. I'll miss Argonite Shore. Arguably the only person to ever make me think about something other than winning the games. My death will make the game makers happy. My family may or may not mourn my death. They might secretly be cheering my death. When I get back home in a box will they care enough to do a funeral?
The sound of a cannon announcing another tributes death fills my ears. Only now do I realize that cannon is mine. War has claimed another victim. This time I happen to be that victim. Before my fight with Francesca the sound of a cannon would have been music to my ears. Now it only signals the end of a soon to be forgotten murderer. Sixteen cannons. I laughed at fifteen of them. Only one did I show any regret and now the seventeenth cannon, my cannon, concludes the end of my short lived crusade for power, glory, and honor. The moment I volunteered in place of that man who name I've long since forgotten still resonates within. Back then, I thought I knew what I'd be getting myself into. The first few days was everything I wanted it to be. The fifth day in this kingdom of death shattered my blind love for the games. My final moment of glory turned out to be my death. I won't be remembered for killing Argonite Shore or Francesca stabbing me in the neck. I'll just be another forgotten soul.
acknowledgements
Ro/South: Being wonderful GMs and answering my questions. Your kindness helped me through the games.
Ems/Kay: There's too much to say for a simple acknowledgement. You two both helped Ares get past the very stressful Day 1 for me. Everything Ares has done I owe to you both.
Jorg and Dars: Being allies was so much fun. I thank you both for accepting me into your alliance after the fiasco that was Day 1.
Sponsors: For helping Ares get items he needed to survive.
Lulaya: For yet another entertaining games.
Ems/Kay: There's too much to say for a simple acknowledgement. You two both helped Ares get past the very stressful Day 1 for me. Everything Ares has done I owe to you both.
Jorg and Dars: Being allies was so much fun. I thank you both for accepting me into your alliance after the fiasco that was Day 1.
Sponsors: For helping Ares get items he needed to survive.
Lulaya: For yet another entertaining games.
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