coming home \\ veniam domum || ezero finem // ezero's end
Aug 5, 2016 13:20:39 GMT -5
Post by Kire on Aug 5, 2016 13:20:39 GMT -5
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My axe meets flesh with a juddering scream. I can't tell if the sound is coming from the rending flesh, from the mouth of the boy I am slashing at, or from my own tortured body. We are both battered and bleeding, cut open in multiple spots. I am still missing part of one leg and yet my balance is holding. My blow had struck exactly where I had intended, but in my weakened state I hadn't driven the blade deep enough into him. We're both standing, paused for a moment in an act of balance where I leaned on my axe, still embedded in his flesh. Breathing isn't possible because we've both lost all air from our lungs to this vacuous moment.
All at once we break apart, two electrons in a sea of negative energy, flung aside as we are repelled from one another. I stumble, my one foot catching on a soft bit of sand. With no other foot to balance on, I tumble backward and crash to the ground on my back. The axe I wield is gripped tightly in my hands but I have lost all energy to use it. My life force, like my blood, is being drawn into the earth until I can't move.
"I’m sorry, Ezero," the light from a flash of lighting - electric energy that had charged me so long ago but now felt so distant and alien - illuminates him as he turns to face me. "I’m sorry Danny, Sol, Eryn, Quadrys. I’m sorry Nell, Astrid, Cecelia, Iain. I’m sorry. All of you." Distantly, at some point past where the lightning strikes, I wonder if he really is as sorry as he says. That part of me wonders if he even knows what it means to be truly sorry, or if he's just saying what he thinks he should say. I don't believe him, but I don't believe much anymore; I just know I'm going home.
I watch him raise his axe as he comes forward, watch the way his silhouette flashes darkly against the brightness that is the lighting. The roaring thunder that follows is almost instantaneous, but it sounds like the purr of a cat to me. Everything around me is fading: the dark sky, the thunder, the feel of the earth beneath me, even the rain's ever present pounding on my body. All I see is the lightning and the shadow before me. All I hear is the words he speaks. All I feel is the charged air around me. All I taste is blood. All I smell is blood. Blood.
"And I’ll tell you right now, Ezero. I don’t care if you refuse to accept my apology. Because that’s on you, not me." The moment of surprise I feel isn't directed toward the incoming blow. I knew that was coming, I had known it was coming for some time now. Home, it was almost here, or I was almost there. No, my surprise, my disappointment, came from the fact that he still didn't understand. The distant part of me that had wondered if he really was sorry knew then that he wasn't. In truth, I didn't believe he felt much of anything anymore. Neither did I, right now.
"Oh, and Ezero.. I think you need as much good karma as you can get."
My vision flickers, my breath leaves me, my body jerks. My dim sight manages to focus in on the axe stuck in my chest. The tunnel narrows until all I can see is the gleaming steel. I am still here, barely. I can still hear, barely.
Thunder rolls once more, shuddering under me like an earthquake. The axe is drawn from me with a yank that causes my body to lift up and slam back down. There is no canon yet, I am not dead yet.
I will be soon, though, I know that.
"Atticus," my speech is not much more than a gasp, air still denying to enter my body for even one last time. I try again to suck in oxygen.
"You're a fool."
I let my eyes close, wet with the rain. My tears are red, a mix of blood and rain and salt as I finally let myself relax after nine days of being on guard. This is all over now. I am going home.
Danny, Delta, Basil, do you hear that? My glazed eyes wander to the point where Danny had stood, searching desperately for her face. I choke as I see she's not there. Eryn, Iain, Cecilia, Celia, The names of everyone I killed and lost trickle through my mind as blood trickled from my body, turning the ground around me to red muck. Astrid, once more I watch, helpless, as she falls off of the side of the cliff to plunge into the spring below. The water had turned red around where she had fallen, and now I was adding more of my own blood into the mix.
I didn't think I could reach the spring in time. I wanted to do as she had, to join her in a show of my defiance toward Atticus. Let him think he had beat me, let them all think that. He may have killed me, but he didn't beat me.
The tunnel closes, sealing me away in darkness. I could fight it, I know there is that option, but why would I fight going home?
Danny, find me.
In the distance, beyond the lightning like the rest of my consciousness, there is the sound of a canon.
[googlefont="Parisienne:400"]Ezero Laffan
District Eight Male
72nd Hunger Games
District Eight Male
72nd Hunger Games
I am the one winged bird for flying
Sinking quickly to the ground
Sinking quickly to the ground
My axe meets flesh with a juddering scream. I can't tell if the sound is coming from the rending flesh, from the mouth of the boy I am slashing at, or from my own tortured body. We are both battered and bleeding, cut open in multiple spots. I am still missing part of one leg and yet my balance is holding. My blow had struck exactly where I had intended, but in my weakened state I hadn't driven the blade deep enough into him. We're both standing, paused for a moment in an act of balance where I leaned on my axe, still embedded in his flesh. Breathing isn't possible because we've both lost all air from our lungs to this vacuous moment.
All at once we break apart, two electrons in a sea of negative energy, flung aside as we are repelled from one another. I stumble, my one foot catching on a soft bit of sand. With no other foot to balance on, I tumble backward and crash to the ground on my back. The axe I wield is gripped tightly in my hands but I have lost all energy to use it. My life force, like my blood, is being drawn into the earth until I can't move.
See your faith in me subsiding
See you prime for giving in
I give you all that I am
See you prime for giving in
I give you all that I am
"I’m sorry, Ezero," the light from a flash of lighting - electric energy that had charged me so long ago but now felt so distant and alien - illuminates him as he turns to face me. "I’m sorry Danny, Sol, Eryn, Quadrys. I’m sorry Nell, Astrid, Cecelia, Iain. I’m sorry. All of you." Distantly, at some point past where the lightning strikes, I wonder if he really is as sorry as he says. That part of me wonders if he even knows what it means to be truly sorry, or if he's just saying what he thinks he should say. I don't believe him, but I don't believe much anymore; I just know I'm going home.
I watch him raise his axe as he comes forward, watch the way his silhouette flashes darkly against the brightness that is the lighting. The roaring thunder that follows is almost instantaneous, but it sounds like the purr of a cat to me. Everything around me is fading: the dark sky, the thunder, the feel of the earth beneath me, even the rain's ever present pounding on my body. All I see is the lightning and the shadow before me. All I hear is the words he speaks. All I feel is the charged air around me. All I taste is blood. All I smell is blood. Blood.
I am the sound of love's arriving
Echoed softly on the sand
Echoed softly on the sand
"And I’ll tell you right now, Ezero. I don’t care if you refuse to accept my apology. Because that’s on you, not me." The moment of surprise I feel isn't directed toward the incoming blow. I knew that was coming, I had known it was coming for some time now. Home, it was almost here, or I was almost there. No, my surprise, my disappointment, came from the fact that he still didn't understand. The distant part of me that had wondered if he really was sorry knew then that he wasn't. In truth, I didn't believe he felt much of anything anymore. Neither did I, right now.
"Oh, and Ezero.. I think you need as much good karma as you can get."
My vision flickers, my breath leaves me, my body jerks. My dim sight manages to focus in on the axe stuck in my chest. The tunnel narrows until all I can see is the gleaming steel. I am still here, barely. I can still hear, barely.
Thunder rolls once more, shuddering under me like an earthquake. The axe is drawn from me with a yank that causes my body to lift up and slam back down. There is no canon yet, I am not dead yet.
I will be soon, though, I know that.
"Atticus," my speech is not much more than a gasp, air still denying to enter my body for even one last time. I try again to suck in oxygen.
"You're a fool."
Lay your head upon my shoulder
Lay your hand within my hand
I give you all that I am
Lay your hand within my hand
I give you all that I am
I let my eyes close, wet with the rain. My tears are red, a mix of blood and rain and salt as I finally let myself relax after nine days of being on guard. This is all over now. I am going home.
Danny, Delta, Basil, do you hear that? My glazed eyes wander to the point where Danny had stood, searching desperately for her face. I choke as I see she's not there. Eryn, Iain, Cecilia, Celia, The names of everyone I killed and lost trickle through my mind as blood trickled from my body, turning the ground around me to red muck. Astrid, once more I watch, helpless, as she falls off of the side of the cliff to plunge into the spring below. The water had turned red around where she had fallen, and now I was adding more of my own blood into the mix.
I didn't think I could reach the spring in time. I wanted to do as she had, to join her in a show of my defiance toward Atticus. Let him think he had beat me, let them all think that. He may have killed me, but he didn't beat me.
The tunnel closes, sealing me away in darkness. I could fight it, I know there is that option, but why would I fight going home?
Danny, find me.
In the distance, beyond the lightning like the rest of my consciousness, there is the sound of a canon.
And I breathe where you breathe
Let me stand where you stand
With all that I am
Let me stand where you stand
With all that I am
