tastes like honey | {eagle/mackenzie} blitz

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tastes like honey | {eagle/mackenzie} blitz Sept 21, 2018 10:08:36 GMT -5

Post by admin dars on Sept 21, 2018 10:08:36 GMT -5

welcome to the panic room
where all your darkest
fears are gonna
come for you

Five smelled horrid. Everything seemed to be coated in a thin layer of oil or grease and, despite it being two numbers higher than his own District, Mackenzie got the feeling there was just as much, if not more poverty hidden beneath their slate gray buildings and gravel roads.

He was dreading being here, frankly. He'd killed Dove and he'd tried to kill Zion. Though he was sure lots of people were cheering for him in the end, he doubted many of them came from District Five, and that was okay; he didn't want to be celebrated. He was a murderer and there wasn't anything he could do except to wait for the punishment.

Mackenzie had noticed the boy standing among Dove's family during his presentation speech. He would've been able to pick the boy out of a crowd anyway; he was Dove's brother and anyone who'd ever seen them would've been able to tell. Like when people saw Mackenzie and his sister standing next to each other, they always knew. Like there was some kind of invisible flashing sign, or something.

The boy approached him backstage and the guards tensed up; they could tell he was the brother of a dead girl, too.

"Hello," Mackenzie said, because he didn't know what else to say.

still waiting, hands shaking
maybe the coast will clear
but these voices, these strange noises
they followed me in here

song: panic room

Last Edit: Sept 21, 2018 10:29:02 GMT -5 by admin dars

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tastes like honey | {eagle/mackenzie} blitz Sept 22, 2018 18:45:50 GMT -5

Post by kap on Sept 22, 2018 18:45:50 GMT -5

but somehow, someday
♛
i'll have to face the pain

He killed her.

He fucking killed her!

I wasn't nervous to confront Dove's killer. No, the rage I felt with the thought of meeting the wretched man who murdered my sister gave me adrenaline. I wanted to yell at him and I wanted to fight. Unfortunately, I knew that the fighting portion of things was not likely to be an option with all the Peacekeepers that would surely surround him. Besides, with how merciless he seemed to be in that arena, what says he wouldn't make me another part of his body count?

The fury that filled every fiber of my being when I saw the face of Mackenzie Pryce made me want to attack him full force. I knew I couldn't do that, though. I had to play it off that I was a polite person, at least at first. I'd approached the ~~bastard~~ victor and he had simply decided to greet me with a 'hello'. I clenched my fists, but also tried to give a smile. The smile, however, turned into more of a devious smirk. The smirk dropped from my face quickly, however.

"Mackenzie," I said flatly in response to him. "You killed my sister." I looked him straight in the eyes, my expression now stern. I wasn't going to let him think that I was okay with what he did. That was never something I was going to be okay with. Anyone who harmed an Elsu didn't deserve to go unpunished, but here was Mackenzie Pryce, alive and well. Rather than being punished for killing, he was being showered in riches and being congratulated for what he'd done- fucking congratulated!

"Why are you the one that deserved to emerge victorious? Tell me that, and maybe my repulsion towards you can fade a little bit, if you have a decent enough reason."

I told him this, my eyes lining up with his, locked.

word count: 310
~~whoops that's more than a blitz~~
~~i regret nothing~~
lyrics: "Cold" by Five Finger Death Punch

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tastes like honey | {eagle/mackenzie} blitz Sept 24, 2018 21:27:12 GMT -5

Post by admin dars on Sept 24, 2018 21:27:12 GMT -5

welcome to the panic room
where all your darkest
fears are gonna
come for you

"You killed my sister."

He felt the life leave him; words like ice surrounded him as if preserving his body until it reached the hellfire.

"I—"

"Why are you the one that deserved to emerge victorious? Tell me that, and maybe my repulsion towards you can fade a little bit, if you have a decent enough reason."

The boy's words were mean, and cruel, and harsh, and that made them sting. The thing that made him bleed, though, was their honesty. And the fact that Mackenzie didn't have an answer for him; not one that would have ever been enough. The dead are the dead; Mackenizie was still alive. Why?

He'd survived.

"We were all given a choice once we were reaped," he said, ghosts of a painful past drying his lips out, "None of us wanted to choose, but..." His throat closed and he made it a point not to cry. There was no room for him to be a coward. There was no room for the brothers and sisters and children and lovers to have died for someone who just stood there, uncomfortable with making eye contact. He looked at the boy.

"Die, or kill to survive. Your sister knew what was coming and she didn't want to risk dying as a monster. She died with her hands clean, and I know that it doesn't change anything. I'm the bad guy in your story. But I was forced to choose, too. I just—"

He made sure to keep his voice low; he didn't need to preach a sermon to a nonbeliever and he didn't need to spit wisdom at his peer. He only needed to tell his truth; that was what the boy had asked for and Mackenzie was willing to oblige.

"I chose to fight."

still waiting, hands shaking
maybe the coast will clear
but these voices, these strange noises
they followed me in here

song: panic room

Last Edit: Sept 24, 2018 21:28:52 GMT -5 by admin dars

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tastes like honey | {eagle/mackenzie} blitz Nov 8, 2018 16:12:06 GMT -5

Post by kap on Nov 8, 2018 16:12:06 GMT -5

but somehow, someday
♛
i'll have to face the pain

My heart skipped a beat when Mackenzie began his response to me. I'd just snapped at him, and, no matter how much I truly hated him in that moment, was it really right for me to have done so? I was always taught by my parents to be a respectful person. I was told that I needed to be grateful for what I do have. The problem was, something I had was taken away from me, and it was this man's fault. Was it okay to be angry if something I had was taken away from me? What if that something was actually a someone, and what if that someone was my sister, who I loved dearly?

"We were all given a choice once we were reaped," the victor told me. There was pain in his voice that I hadn't expected to hear. In my mind, ever since he killed Dove, he'd just been a merciless murderer meant to make me rage, day in and day out. To me, it was more likely that he was just faking this sound of pain. This was a feigned sadness, right? Surely it was. He continued. "None of us wanted to choose, but..."

"Die, or kill to survive. Your sister knew what was coming and she didn't want to risk dying as a monster. She died with her hands clean, and I know that it doesn't change anything. I'm the bad guy in your story. But I was forced to choose, too. I just—" I looked at him expectantly as he said this, waiting for the last part of his statement. Then, the words came out.

"I chose to fight."

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and reopened them.

"I'm not quite sure what to say," I started. "Can you-" I stumbled over my own words. "Can you tell me something? Can you tell me what you thought of her? As a person?" I paused a moment before adding a few more words onto what I had said. "Do you think she should've survived longer, if it hadn't meant you were to die?"

It may have seemed strange for me to ask him this, but I was still genuinely suspicious that he didn't actually care about what he'd done to my sister and to others. I wanted to know what he thought of Dove, just to see if he felt that the girl he'd slaughtered deserved it or not.

word count: 402
lyrics: "Cold" by Five Finger Death Punch