stampede of sadness [Rory Benstaloe One-Shot]
Nov 8, 2015 7:38:48 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch on Nov 8, 2015 7:38:48 GMT -5
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Rory Benstaloe
And Rodney dead
i've seen what they do at night
and i'd do anything to unsee it..
and i'd do anything to unsee it..
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The last time I saw Rodrick, I slapped him around the face. I tried so hard to drag him out of this dreamland that Rodney had trapped him inside. No matter how hard I tried, he was still in there. If Rodrick dies, the only grim reaper I will be blaming it on is Rodney. The delusional devil of a brother Rodney, who shares the same face with Rowdy. The things I saw him do with Rodrick are hard to explain with words that I know and it will be forever hard to vanquish them from my mind. The only memories I will have of my brother, ones that should be magical, beautiful, will be of him having the advantage taken out of him. I tried so hard to tell him, I wanted to push all the truth inside him but he withstood it all. I failed to help my brother.
Despite trying as hard as I could to hide myself from the games, I had to watch it; I had to make sure he was safe. He got a nine for his training score; he must’ve been doing something right. But as soon as he stepped into that arena, he showed me a different side to him. He actually killed people. Had he broken those chains of this dreamland? Had reality hit him as soon as he saw death surround him? None of it affected me, I didn’t care that my brother was a killer, at least he was surviving. I heard whispers in the Districts ”Isn’t that Benstaloe brutal?” I felt proud of him; my brother could actually be coming home. But it seemed revenge was not taking pity on him.
Alliance members of those he slain were after him. ”Just leave my brother alone.” Every time that District Six and Five girls laid their weapon onto him, I begged death to leave him alone and take those girls instead. Rodrick became so caring in the arena, helping that District Four girl but I wish he didn’t, he should’ve taken care of himself more. It’s a one man game in that arena and well you should be wary of those around you, not taking care of them.
Five game days had passed and high hopes grew around me, Rodrick is coming home. Yet, there were so many more tributes still alive; he has to slain more if he wants to come out. I would forgive him if he went on a rampage through the arena. So much blood on his hands, I would happily wash it off for him. I can’t be left alone here with Rodney. I need Rodrick back; I need him back to take Rodney down. If Rodney loved him so much, why didn’t he volunteer for him? I wouldn’t care for Rodney’s death, I am sure nobody else would either. He is just the accidental demon in a set of twins. But should I have volunteered? No, I am too weak for the games.
Having my eyes planted on the screen, unfortunately no tributes died the fourth day. I wish they did, less for Rodrick to kill. All of them gathered on a beach, a thick wall of fog separating two groups. Rodrick’s alliance was split up and he was with the District Four girl. What a useless girl she is, she will be no help for Rodrick. But the people that he was up against…the two girls out for revenge. He can take them down, he can do it. ”Just do it Rodrick! Kill them now before they get you.” Screams poured from my mouth, Rodney silent behind me. It’s a feast, he doesn’t need equipment, and my brother won the wealth! ”Just get out or kill them girls!” He can’t hear me but I don’t tell myself that, I am just cheering my brother on while Rodney is silent. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t do anything. Does he not have any hope for Rodrick?
Blood spilled quickly on the beach, washing its way into the sea. Despite seeing it through a camera lens, it felt like I was there. There with strings attached to Rodrick, guiding his actions. Those girls are on him like fly to shit but it seems the other tributes are attacking those girls too. BOOM The sound of the cannon echoes through the speakers of the television. ”That bitch is dead! He killed her, just the other one now!”
But I spoke too soon. ”That cow! That bitch! Get off my brother!” Frantically shaking the television set, I could see in the corner of my eye, my brother dropping to the ground. BOOM! Never has the sight of my brother sent me into such a pit of despair. He is gone and that cow from District Six took him. Revenge had taken him, his left arm severed. All such gory brutality but I stared at the screen, emptiness filling my mind. As the camera panned towards the girl, it seemed she was reaching death’s doorstep too. ”Kill her!” But it wasn’t to be, it seemed death had sufficed on this side of the beach.
Sending my fist towards the glass screen, pain had become immune to me as the shards of glass erupted onto the flesh of my knuckles. ”IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT RODNEY!” Rising to my feet, I’d charge to him, the glass filled fist ready to pounce. ”Ya brainwashed him, ya killed him!” As the fist called home on his face, all I saw was Rodrick. The day in the justice building, I slapped him. That is the last memory he has of me, I am such a brat. As silence fell on the room, I charged out of the house. I can’t look at his face, the face of death.
This year, it seems District Ten will be having no victor. Two beautiful tributes will be brought home without a soul. Just their lifeless bodies, their souls left in the harvest for the Capitol. They both should be coming back. Coming back home to their families but the wicked ways of the world stop that.
Kicking the dirt on the path, I’d try to send away all my emotion into the tornado of dust but it doesn’t help. I need to get it all out, let loose the anger that has erupted in my body. Even a punch to Rodney’s face hasn’t sufficed in my fight for calmness. Finding myself on a dirt track, a walk in the country air isn’t helping at all. Resting my hands on a fence, I’d glare out to the pastures. Pastures filled with cattle. Calves suckle from their mother’s teats, while a group of juveniles are separate from the suckling babies.
Those cows have a family but they’re separated from their mothers. Their mothers forced to have another child and the juveniles sent to the Capitol. Sent to the Capitol to be slaughtered for their own indulgencies. Harvested from their souls and their bodies sent to become meat. This all seems to be a never ending cycle in this world. All those poor juvenile bulls don’t know what they have coming, just like Rodrick. They’re stuck in a dreamland where they live off the land, forever grazing on the lush sweet grass that we offer them. But soon enough they will be dragged out of that dream and will have to face reality. I need to save them; at least if I save a herd of bulls, I cannot be blamed for the death of Rodrick. At least I will have saved some sort of life. Hopping over the fence, I’d begin to chase down the herd of juveniles. I haven’t thought this through. Quickly something snaps in the herd, as they begin to charge towards the fence. Shit.
One by one, each cow flopped over the fence, some charging through the vulnerable wood. Eventually a nice widening appeared in the fence and it was easy for them to exit. Unscathed from their retreat, they began to head towards the residential area. ”Well shit, what have I done?” Panic began to arise inside of me as I hurried after the herd. Young bulls causing havoc outside the houses. Knocking down market stalls, ruining the roads with their hooves and it is my entire fault. But nobody can know that. I need to hide; I need to hide from reality.
Hurrying behind a concrete building, I’d watch a group of farmers and peacekeepers trying to restrain the herd of cows. BANG The sound of a gun rattled through the area, as one of the beasts fell to the ground. I haven’t saved them, I’ve made it worse. I shouldn’t bother doing anything to help anyone. Look where it got Rodrick. I am just useless.
Sliding down the face of the building, I’d sit on the ground, my hands cupping my face as the sound of guns began to circulate the area. I am just useless and I hate this world, I hate Rodney. I killed those cows. I killed Rodrick. I am nothing.
I am as worse as Rodney, he isn’t the demon child of the family. I am.
Where is this dreamland that Rodrick called home? I want to go there. Maybe it is better than reality. Maybe life is easier there, maybe he lives there and Rodney doesn’t.
I just want my Rodrick back.
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table by mattio~
table by mattio~
