Where Darkness Resides {Hachiro One-Shot}
Mar 27, 2016 15:37:39 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Mar 27, 2016 15:37:39 GMT -5
Darkness. That is all there ever was, is, or will be. Humanity drowns within its treacherous waters yet they are unaware of its presence filling their lungs. It steals, injures, and murders unlimited amounts of people all tethered to at least one other by strands of love. Yet still it devours unnoticed. Humanity itself is blind, even more so than the useless spheres which occupy my skull. I have never been graced by the obliviousness that comes with the colors of sight. I have never seen a world clouded by the mirages of light. All my life I have seen the world only in its truest form. Seen it with its teeth bared as it feasts upon its oblivious victims. Only others "cursed" with this gift have seen what I have seen. Understand what I understand. The grim truth is there is no way to change one's destiny, there fate is simply determined by when the darkness craves their blood.
Only a short time ago I witnessed the beast selecting two more children from Eleven to be served forth on its silver platter as it did so every year. However this time the prime meat it had selected from Eleven's male youths was tethered strongly to myself and all of the Miristiomas. It was so clear that the day would come when it would strike them all again, but I never could foresee just when. Ever since our family's first sacrifice "in the name of Panem" was offered and narrowly escaped the darkness' teeth its stomach has growled for more. Its mouth has been drooling over the wonder of what a youthful Miristioma male might taste like. Little did I know though that it would choose one of our kindest and weakest members. Then again I should have. After all, there is no doubt it wasn't going to let another one of us avoid its hellish appetite. But that wasn't even the worst of it.
Initially everything was crumbling to ash exactly as I had anticipated. There was no talk of sponsorship for District Eleven and then Iain's training score had practically sealed his coffin. I was prepared for the tidal wave of grief, sorrow, and anger that always came with the severing of love's strands, but then when the games began... he didn't die. Day one saw the beginning of the darkness' feast and although I listened to it rip into the flesh of Carrita and her allies, Iain's death laced screams never reached my ears. I sat nearly the whole day by the screen with my ears perked and body stiffer than stone, but still the screams did not come. Eventually disbelief wafted over me like smoke when the anthem's song floated through the speakers. Iain had survived Day one and where my family celebrated I felt my stomach growing sicker. I knew what the darkness was doing yet I couldn't dare admit it to my family or else I faced serious reprimanding and a night without supper. However knowing the horrifying truth behind Iain's mysterious survival was probably even worse than any punishment I could receive.
As Iain's borrowed time continued to toil onward I felt the weakness in my stomach building with every passing day. Tears never slipped from the slits of my eyes although the sorrow I felt was more immense than I let myself display. I have always been good at wearing a mask upon my face, but this was the first mask I actually believed may shatter. The darkness was toying with Iain and our entire family. Playing with its food just like child, but there was no Mother to scold it. So it kept on playing and playing while my family's hearts and surely Iain's kept on gripping to the false life line of hope. I knew all along the darkness was going to bite straight through that line yet I let myself slip as well. I wanted to believe so badly that my intuitions were wrong and that there actually was a chance Iain would be returning in just a while.
I will never be so blind again.
For the very moment I gave way to hope like a muddy mountain to rain just like the mountainside, it all came tumbling down. My body went cold as I listened to every searing piece of metal that sent Iain's blood splattering across the ground. I shook fiercely as I heard the beast roar in jubilant anticipation. I felt the warmth of my blood running down my arms from where my nails had pierced my skin. I had been a fool. I had been just as every other oblivious human was. I ignored the beast and because of this it was able to finally feast without my gaze-less stare burning into its back. If only I had...
Boom!
Too late. Humans always are too late, always.
But I never will be again.
Only a short time ago I witnessed the beast selecting two more children from Eleven to be served forth on its silver platter as it did so every year. However this time the prime meat it had selected from Eleven's male youths was tethered strongly to myself and all of the Miristiomas. It was so clear that the day would come when it would strike them all again, but I never could foresee just when. Ever since our family's first sacrifice "in the name of Panem" was offered and narrowly escaped the darkness' teeth its stomach has growled for more. Its mouth has been drooling over the wonder of what a youthful Miristioma male might taste like. Little did I know though that it would choose one of our kindest and weakest members. Then again I should have. After all, there is no doubt it wasn't going to let another one of us avoid its hellish appetite. But that wasn't even the worst of it.
Initially everything was crumbling to ash exactly as I had anticipated. There was no talk of sponsorship for District Eleven and then Iain's training score had practically sealed his coffin. I was prepared for the tidal wave of grief, sorrow, and anger that always came with the severing of love's strands, but then when the games began... he didn't die. Day one saw the beginning of the darkness' feast and although I listened to it rip into the flesh of Carrita and her allies, Iain's death laced screams never reached my ears. I sat nearly the whole day by the screen with my ears perked and body stiffer than stone, but still the screams did not come. Eventually disbelief wafted over me like smoke when the anthem's song floated through the speakers. Iain had survived Day one and where my family celebrated I felt my stomach growing sicker. I knew what the darkness was doing yet I couldn't dare admit it to my family or else I faced serious reprimanding and a night without supper. However knowing the horrifying truth behind Iain's mysterious survival was probably even worse than any punishment I could receive.
As Iain's borrowed time continued to toil onward I felt the weakness in my stomach building with every passing day. Tears never slipped from the slits of my eyes although the sorrow I felt was more immense than I let myself display. I have always been good at wearing a mask upon my face, but this was the first mask I actually believed may shatter. The darkness was toying with Iain and our entire family. Playing with its food just like child, but there was no Mother to scold it. So it kept on playing and playing while my family's hearts and surely Iain's kept on gripping to the false life line of hope. I knew all along the darkness was going to bite straight through that line yet I let myself slip as well. I wanted to believe so badly that my intuitions were wrong and that there actually was a chance Iain would be returning in just a while.
I will never be so blind again.
For the very moment I gave way to hope like a muddy mountain to rain just like the mountainside, it all came tumbling down. My body went cold as I listened to every searing piece of metal that sent Iain's blood splattering across the ground. I shook fiercely as I heard the beast roar in jubilant anticipation. I felt the warmth of my blood running down my arms from where my nails had pierced my skin. I had been a fool. I had been just as every other oblivious human was. I ignored the beast and because of this it was able to finally feast without my gaze-less stare burning into its back. If only I had...
Boom!
Too late. Humans always are too late, always.
But I never will be again.
