Squeak Squeak, Motherfuckers {The Legacy of Ella Tracy(DP)}
Nov 4, 2017 17:06:20 GMT -5
Post by Unitato15 on Nov 4, 2017 17:06:20 GMT -5
I slashed at my enemy with such fury that I ....barely even left a scratch. At the time I was pissed, how could I be such a lightweight? I'm not supposed to give into the criticisms aimed at me from behind the places where my enemies stand. I'm supposed to stand strong and avert expectations. Give the fuckers hell.
But when the pretty bitch from the other side stabs me in the motherfucking eye, I feel that my perceived destiny was merely a facade. All I've done since the beginning of my memories is wait for a glory that I now know will never come. This WASNT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!! I'm ELLA MOTHERFUCKING TRACY THE SEXY BITCH OF LIGHTNING!!!! WHY DO I LIE HERE BLEEDING ON THE GROUND?!?
I had so much left in me that they'll never see. I was never able to fuck anyone for one thing. Never able to take a life with nothing but my knife. Did I ever even really make friends? NO NO I CAN'T DIE THIS WAY I CAN'T! I'm still so alone in the world, so without victory or recognition. WHO WILL REMEMBER ME?!? AM I NOTHING NOW BUT A CASUALTY?!? THE PSYCHO FIVE BITCH WITH A THREE IN TRAINING HAS FINALLY DIED, THAT WILL BE THE HEADLINE.
But I'm more than that I know that I am look at my sexy ass body look at me LOOK AT ME. There's still a boy in my basement as far as know and perhaps he could be my legacy. But at this point what would that matter I'll be the fifth one to die when everything goes black and that'll be that no one cares about the early losers I'll be nothing but a two minute memory, someone whose death will have been but a confirmation of my own mediocrity in the eyes of the people. Of the other tributes as well, I'm assuming.
I can imagine it now. "Did ya hear that the 5 girl died?" "Yeah, I don't know how she didn't die earlier, that psycho ass bitch" "yeah but she sure was sexy, and weak ahahahahahaha fuck you"
Those bitches. What would her allies do? What were they doing? I turned my head and with my good eye I could just barely make out an image of Bruce, still fighting the bastards who'd slayed me. I saw Rhaegar fall and quietly cheered. Bruce was trying to avenge me. I called out to him. Although he was still the shithead little white boy who I'd allied with against my better judgement, he was also a shithead little white boy who'd stayed by my side despite his dislike for me, and in some ways become like an annoying ass little brother. I wanted him to hear my last words.
Tobias and Zagreus were by his side, not fighting, but still visibly shaken by my fall. I called out to them as well. I wanted my boys to remember me as someone they'd loved and maybe revered. I don't want to die a crazy bitch and while I've accepted that that will be my legacy in everyone else's eyes, I couldn't let it be their last thoughts of me.
I called to them again. "Get your asses over here, you dumbfucks, I'm literally fucking dying right now"
They didn't seem to hear me. Oh no. The sword may have hit my brain what if I'm not making sense oh ripred my mind is fading oh ripred maybe I should just scream my last words at them and make a mark oh ripred but what should they be I can't think I can't think I can't thoughts run through my head mom why won't you love me daddy why won't you talk to me attention atTTENTION ATTENT-
"IM NOT A CRAZY BITCH IM LIGHTNING I LOVE YOU WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME DONT LEAVE ME IM SCARED SONT LET ME DIE IN GHIS MOUS COSTUME WIN FOR ME SQUEAK SQUEAK mom
TELL MY STORY HED STOL IM MA BASEMNEH SYICKDTS"
But when the pretty bitch from the other side stabs me in the motherfucking eye, I feel that my perceived destiny was merely a facade. All I've done since the beginning of my memories is wait for a glory that I now know will never come. This WASNT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!! I'm ELLA MOTHERFUCKING TRACY THE SEXY BITCH OF LIGHTNING!!!! WHY DO I LIE HERE BLEEDING ON THE GROUND?!?
I had so much left in me that they'll never see. I was never able to fuck anyone for one thing. Never able to take a life with nothing but my knife. Did I ever even really make friends? NO NO I CAN'T DIE THIS WAY I CAN'T! I'm still so alone in the world, so without victory or recognition. WHO WILL REMEMBER ME?!? AM I NOTHING NOW BUT A CASUALTY?!? THE PSYCHO FIVE BITCH WITH A THREE IN TRAINING HAS FINALLY DIED, THAT WILL BE THE HEADLINE.
But I'm more than that I know that I am look at my sexy ass body look at me LOOK AT ME. There's still a boy in my basement as far as know and perhaps he could be my legacy. But at this point what would that matter I'll be the fifth one to die when everything goes black and that'll be that no one cares about the early losers I'll be nothing but a two minute memory, someone whose death will have been but a confirmation of my own mediocrity in the eyes of the people. Of the other tributes as well, I'm assuming.
I can imagine it now. "Did ya hear that the 5 girl died?" "Yeah, I don't know how she didn't die earlier, that psycho ass bitch" "yeah but she sure was sexy, and weak ahahahahahaha fuck you"
Those bitches. What would her allies do? What were they doing? I turned my head and with my good eye I could just barely make out an image of Bruce, still fighting the bastards who'd slayed me. I saw Rhaegar fall and quietly cheered. Bruce was trying to avenge me. I called out to him. Although he was still the shithead little white boy who I'd allied with against my better judgement, he was also a shithead little white boy who'd stayed by my side despite his dislike for me, and in some ways become like an annoying ass little brother. I wanted him to hear my last words.
Tobias and Zagreus were by his side, not fighting, but still visibly shaken by my fall. I called out to them as well. I wanted my boys to remember me as someone they'd loved and maybe revered. I don't want to die a crazy bitch and while I've accepted that that will be my legacy in everyone else's eyes, I couldn't let it be their last thoughts of me.
I called to them again. "Get your asses over here, you dumbfucks, I'm literally fucking dying right now"
They didn't seem to hear me. Oh no. The sword may have hit my brain what if I'm not making sense oh ripred my mind is fading oh ripred maybe I should just scream my last words at them and make a mark oh ripred but what should they be I can't think I can't think I can't thoughts run through my head mom why won't you love me daddy why won't you talk to me attention atTTENTION ATTENT-
"IM NOT A CRAZY BITCH IM LIGHTNING I LOVE YOU WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME DONT LEAVE ME IM SCARED SONT LET ME DIE IN GHIS MOUS COSTUME WIN FOR ME SQUEAK SQUEAK mom
TELL MY STORY HED STOL IM MA BASEMNEH SYICKDTS"
