Audience of One {Maye DP}
Nov 10, 2016 18:35:23 GMT -5
Post by charade on Nov 10, 2016 18:35:23 GMT -5
Maye
Maye’s eyes flicked between the two tributes, wondering which one of them would kill her. She knew she was dead. She’d have been stupid not to, and she was anything but stupid. “Don’t…leave…me..in sus-sus..” she croaked. “-spense.” She growled, hacking blood and flem. Her eyes were stained with tears but she didn’t think she was sad; just suffering and tired. What had the career said? Something about proving she wasn’t an easy victim? Well, she’d survived enough hits to kill anyone and had managed to hold on long enough, had managed to gather the strength to hit Samira in the neck a hair's breadth from death.
It wasn’t much, but it was something.
Sacha moved and she found that she didn’t have enough left in her to raise her arms to ward off another throwing knife. She nodded knowingly. The knife sank into her stomach and her legs gave out. Maye collapsed to the ground, her mind fogged and her body devoid of energy. One thing about death was that you never knew how you were going to face it until it came. When Marchello had died, she’d taken it terribly. This…she was calm. Calmer than she’d have expected. Her thoughts turned to Marzo, and she hoped he didn’t hate her for dying. For making out with Torka. She’d always been a con artist. How else had she brought money into the home?
No more time, she thought dimly, recalling the pocketwatch she’d given him to pawn. She took the time to flip her killers off once more. Through the haze covering her eyes she thought she saw a parachute marked with a six near her. When had that gotten there? Maye grabbed at it limply. Chocolate. A bar of dark chocolate. Apparently, the only person she had to kill in order to get sponsored a fucking chocolate bar was herself. Sort of. She hadn't killed herself. Sacha had. But she'd been heading down this road for years. Sh'd always thought she'd pick the wrong pocket and get shanked. Or spend the rest of her days either in the detention center or as the most fabulous avox.
The end was always going to be violent, she just hadn't realized how right she was.
Maye laughed, regretting it immediately when the pain grabbed at her and keeled over from her sitting position. Her hands were shaking but she managed to tear a bit of the foil off from where she lay and closed her mouth around it. She didn’t have the strength to chew, and she doubted she’d be able to swallow without killing herself, but the taste was enough. She sighed and let the bar fall. It was amazing that she'd held on this long already, and she didn't have anything left. Apology accepted Capri.
Her eyes alighted on the skull that had been her only companion over the course of the games, staring across at her from where he had been dropped. He'd been many things, but above all else, the inanimate object was the only thing that had kept her sanity in check. She smiled weakly.
And Yorick…
Yorick winked.
That was bad. That meant she was losing her grip on reality.
“Well…fuck.“ she breathed as the life left her body.
They were as good of words to die by as any.
********
She was…somewhere. The pain was gone.
She was whole. There was snow, but she felt warm.
And a familiar figure was walking towards her, both legs intact.
“What took you so long?” he said, holding his hand out.
Maye snickered as she took it.
“That’s what she said, Marc. That’s what she said.”
FIN
OOC: It was a blast to write with y'all in these, the canon games <3
Maye’s eyes flicked between the two tributes, wondering which one of them would kill her. She knew she was dead. She’d have been stupid not to, and she was anything but stupid. “Don’t…leave…me..in sus-sus..” she croaked. “-spense.” She growled, hacking blood and flem. Her eyes were stained with tears but she didn’t think she was sad; just suffering and tired. What had the career said? Something about proving she wasn’t an easy victim? Well, she’d survived enough hits to kill anyone and had managed to hold on long enough, had managed to gather the strength to hit Samira in the neck a hair's breadth from death.
It wasn’t much, but it was something.
Sacha moved and she found that she didn’t have enough left in her to raise her arms to ward off another throwing knife. She nodded knowingly. The knife sank into her stomach and her legs gave out. Maye collapsed to the ground, her mind fogged and her body devoid of energy. One thing about death was that you never knew how you were going to face it until it came. When Marchello had died, she’d taken it terribly. This…she was calm. Calmer than she’d have expected. Her thoughts turned to Marzo, and she hoped he didn’t hate her for dying. For making out with Torka. She’d always been a con artist. How else had she brought money into the home?
No more time, she thought dimly, recalling the pocketwatch she’d given him to pawn. She took the time to flip her killers off once more. Through the haze covering her eyes she thought she saw a parachute marked with a six near her. When had that gotten there? Maye grabbed at it limply. Chocolate. A bar of dark chocolate. Apparently, the only person she had to kill in order to get sponsored a fucking chocolate bar was herself. Sort of. She hadn't killed herself. Sacha had. But she'd been heading down this road for years. Sh'd always thought she'd pick the wrong pocket and get shanked. Or spend the rest of her days either in the detention center or as the most fabulous avox.
The end was always going to be violent, she just hadn't realized how right she was.
Maye laughed, regretting it immediately when the pain grabbed at her and keeled over from her sitting position. Her hands were shaking but she managed to tear a bit of the foil off from where she lay and closed her mouth around it. She didn’t have the strength to chew, and she doubted she’d be able to swallow without killing herself, but the taste was enough. She sighed and let the bar fall. It was amazing that she'd held on this long already, and she didn't have anything left. Apology accepted Capri.
Her eyes alighted on the skull that had been her only companion over the course of the games, staring across at her from where he had been dropped. He'd been many things, but above all else, the inanimate object was the only thing that had kept her sanity in check. She smiled weakly.
And Yorick…
Yorick winked.
That was bad. That meant she was losing her grip on reality.
“Well…fuck.“ she breathed as the life left her body.
They were as good of words to die by as any.
********
She was…somewhere. The pain was gone.
She was whole. There was snow, but she felt warm.
And a familiar figure was walking towards her, both legs intact.
“What took you so long?” he said, holding his hand out.
Maye snickered as she took it.
“That’s what she said, Marc. That’s what she said.”
FIN
OOC: It was a blast to write with y'all in these, the canon games <3
