:| Belief in One |: {Day 1; oneshot}

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[attr="class","koltlyric"]Waking up to ash and dust

[attr="class","koltword"]All of a sudden, the adrenaline runs out and I feel it all. Every ache, every scratch, every bump and every bruise and every wound I have. I stop, falling to my knees exhausted, a little dizzy from the whack to the head I received from the boy from 3- from Dillon’s District. My lungs burn and my skin itches with blood- my own and others- and the cuts I have received begin to burn against the icy cold wind. I press my hand to the shallow cut on my right arm and I wince. It stings at the touch but its probably the worst of all the injuries I had received. I was lucky but that girl- the who I don’t remember the name of, not so much.
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The thought of the girl, who possibly could’ve been from District 8- I don’t remember, who’s head was crushed by Quartz’s bare hands makes me nauseated. I heave, leaning forward to vomit but nothing comes. The sight of that girls skull, the sound of that girls skull crushing into a thousand pieces as Quartz had slammed her head into the side of the Cornucopia, again and again and again; until nothing was left of it. I had watched blood, brain and god knows what, freeze to the side of the Cornucopia as the girl from eight dropped to the floor. I heave again, this time I manage to empty my stomach of some bile- not a lot.
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This is all of a sudden becoming too real. Reality, is just about as terrifying as fear. I come to the realisation, as I wipe my mouth on my sleeve and stare at the lack of blood on my axe that I will have to kill. I will have to bury this axe into someone’s heart or neck or place which knock them down for good. I will have to kill…I think to myself. It is something, I had considered before coming to the games but only now do I know I will have to do it. I will have to kill, I will have to murder some kid who just wants to live as well. I look at the bracelet on my wrist. What if my sister were in this games. What if she, my beautiful little sister had to kill. How can she, she’s dead. Just like the girl from 8…
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I ask myself, how Quartz managed to smash that girls head in without really a seconds thought. Had she meant to kill her? Was it because the girl had struck me somewhere- where exactly I can’t remember- and so she’d felt the need to attack? These questions swim around my head as I begin to scratch at the blood that has frozen to the clothes I wear. My short, stubby finger nails do much good. All I can think about is that girl and how her mad panicked eyes looked at me for a split second before Quartz grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head…again…again. I vomit again. I am pretty sure my stomachs empty now. I frown and ask myself how Quartz, Quartz….Quartz…where is she?
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I look around, desperate and in a panic. Where is she? Where is Zeki? And Dillon? “Oh no….Oh no no…” I mutter under my breath as I stumble to my feet, looking around, wide eyed and startled. A thousand thoughts cross my mind as I search the never ending white for spots on the horizon, as I listen for my name to be bought on the breeze, but there is nothing. What if I am alone, or they are dead, though both would mean I am alone. What if I never see her again, what if I never laugh at Dillon’s joke and what if I never laugh at Zeki trying to figure them out. It almost drives me up the wall, thinking about that. I turn, round and round until I am almost dizzy at searching the icy hell I am in. My heart begins to beat again, filling me with fear and worry at what could of happened to my friends.
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“QUARTZ!!” I call out, turning, searching the distance for someone. Anyone.
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“ZEKI!!!!” I call again, this time, stumbling forward into the snowy wasteland
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“DILLON??!” I asked, but my voice gets carried away.
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I hope for a reply even though I am unlikely to get one. There is only silence, but only for a moment. Then the air is filled with the sound of 3 canons, as if Ripred is answering my calls. I turn, in the direction of the Cornucopia and let a silent no slip past my lips. I pray that they aren’t dead. God, what if they are dead. I don’t want to be alone. I am on the verge of tears, my eyes welling up as the echo of the canons patters out into silence. I let out a broken sob, biting my knuckles as I stumble through the snow towards the Cornucopia. I have to find them, I think as I watch a hover craft appear in the distance. I begin to break out into a light job, when I hear something in the distance behind me.
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Somewhere in the distance, over the hill I am stumbling beside, I hear the sounds of someone moving, pushing snow about and then an attacker attacking. I turn and begin to stumble, blindly in that direction. My head throbs from the blow I receive and my whole body aches too. I don’t consider the danger I could be in- I could be stumbling into someone else’s fight, I could stumble right into another alliance and be killed right there on the spot. Or I could run into Quartz and Dillon and Zeki. As I wander through the area, I see a group in the distance. Two people- one is unfamiliar, but the other is…I frown as I slowly break into a sprint before I recognize who it is.
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“ZEKI!!!” I yell, running through the snow

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