:| WiΠd and WΔter |: {Harbinger vs. Chloë; Day 7}
Nov 21, 2015 13:28:06 GMT -5
Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Nov 21, 2015 13:28:06 GMT -5
The last thing I remembered was swinging my axe at the mutt, but when I came to, we were all bloodied and there were two bodies on the ground. Why couldn’t I remember anything? Even exploring the deep depths of my mind showed no hint to tell me what had happened. All I could rely on was the words from my allies as they explained to me that for the most part, everyone was okay, but I had taken a big hit and had fallen into a trap. That must have explained my injuries, but I remained silent as they helped take care of me, helped tend to my wounds.
It was scary, it was strange, and I didn’t know if I liked it, but sleep took over quickly as I held on to Kitty, relying on his warmth to blanket my worries. I was thankful that he was there, even though they told me that he had killed the banshee. I didn’t want to know, didn’t want to care, just wanted his warm embrace and comfort. I must have been tired because no movement, no sound, alerted me of the disappearance of Kitty and Beretta and Harbinger. I woke up by myself, relying on my heat to keep me warm. Where are they? I have to find them! I frantically looked around and found only one sleeping figure: my mother.
Terror, horror, worry, anger all filled my body as I wondered why she was there. No, it was all in my head. If it’s all in my head, then why does she look so real? Why do I feel the heat of her body radiating? I stumbled backwards, tightening my grip on the axe. She’s not real, she’s not real. She’s only as real as Jax was. But Jax had been real, wasn’t he? Even if he was made of mist, he was still in the arena with me. My mother, there was no way her form could have been in the arena, no way that I should have been seeing her.
I was losing my mind.
But I’ve been losing it already. Seeing my mother, blanking out, it was already happening. But was she real? I could only step back as she rose and stood in front of me, staring coldly before she started speaking. “So my little Chloë is a tribute.” You never lived long enough to call me that. “They must have made some mistake. Surely the Capitol would have done a better job vetting the tributes.” It’s all random. “You will never become victor.” But I have to try.
My mother’s shape changed, becoming Neptune. No, you’re dead. You shouldn’t be here. He didn’t speak but I knew from the look in his eyes that he was agreeing with my mother. No, you wrote on my arm. You told me to have faith. And yet I had let him walk off to his death, separated by a dense fog I could not penetrate. I had failed him and District 12 by not doing everything in my power to save him. How was I supposed to win when I had already failed them all?
Neptune became Harbinger, a sneer on his face that was so unlike the Harbinger I knew. “You fell for it. You fell for it this whole time. I was never trying to protect you. I only wanted District 11 to win.” You helped me. You helped me in the training center and you helped me when we were alone. How could you say that, Harbinger? How? “You were an easy target. I knew I could take advantage of you.”
My mother. “Oh, Chloë. You were always so vulnerable, always looking for friends. You would have believed anything if you meant you could have a friend.” It was too much. It’s all in my mind…
“…but it feels so real.”
It was scary, it was strange, and I didn’t know if I liked it, but sleep took over quickly as I held on to Kitty, relying on his warmth to blanket my worries. I was thankful that he was there, even though they told me that he had killed the banshee. I didn’t want to know, didn’t want to care, just wanted his warm embrace and comfort. I must have been tired because no movement, no sound, alerted me of the disappearance of Kitty and Beretta and Harbinger. I woke up by myself, relying on my heat to keep me warm. Where are they? I have to find them! I frantically looked around and found only one sleeping figure: my mother.
Terror, horror, worry, anger all filled my body as I wondered why she was there. No, it was all in my head. If it’s all in my head, then why does she look so real? Why do I feel the heat of her body radiating? I stumbled backwards, tightening my grip on the axe. She’s not real, she’s not real. She’s only as real as Jax was. But Jax had been real, wasn’t he? Even if he was made of mist, he was still in the arena with me. My mother, there was no way her form could have been in the arena, no way that I should have been seeing her.
I was losing my mind.
But I’ve been losing it already. Seeing my mother, blanking out, it was already happening. But was she real? I could only step back as she rose and stood in front of me, staring coldly before she started speaking. “So my little Chloë is a tribute.” You never lived long enough to call me that. “They must have made some mistake. Surely the Capitol would have done a better job vetting the tributes.” It’s all random. “You will never become victor.” But I have to try.
My mother’s shape changed, becoming Neptune. No, you’re dead. You shouldn’t be here. He didn’t speak but I knew from the look in his eyes that he was agreeing with my mother. No, you wrote on my arm. You told me to have faith. And yet I had let him walk off to his death, separated by a dense fog I could not penetrate. I had failed him and District 12 by not doing everything in my power to save him. How was I supposed to win when I had already failed them all?
Neptune became Harbinger, a sneer on his face that was so unlike the Harbinger I knew. “You fell for it. You fell for it this whole time. I was never trying to protect you. I only wanted District 11 to win.” You helped me. You helped me in the training center and you helped me when we were alone. How could you say that, Harbinger? How? “You were an easy target. I knew I could take advantage of you.”
My mother. “Oh, Chloë. You were always so vulnerable, always looking for friends. You would have believed anything if you meant you could have a friend.” It was too much. It’s all in my mind…
“…but it feels so real.”
[Chloë’s armor will be inactive for this fight]
