The cessation of life [Final chapter: Prismarine]
Oct 30, 2019 7:31:54 GMT -5
Post by * on Oct 30, 2019 7:31:54 GMT -5
 Chapter Nine Heaven, hell or purgatory Prismarine fought earnestly against the double foes in front of her. Their only means to live was brought down by her ability breath oxygen into her lungs; the beating heart beneath her chest. They wanted her dead and they were going to achieve that at any cost, even at the cost of one of their lives. As Prismarine badgered the girl for a name, she waited for the right to learn it so that she could dismiss the older tribute as a doormat. Then the blade slid through the air. The angle at which she had sliced was just enough that Prismarine almost could see the heart that was barely beating. Redness seeped through the front. The beating of her own heart was the very thing she counted until she could be sure the fight was finally over. The girl expired right in front of her eyes. An unfamiliar look of terror washed over her as her mouth parted to speak, but she was devoid of any verbal ability. Her hand trembled. A cannon rang out. Prismarine's heart leaped as she watched her assailant fall from the bite of her blade and even though she was barely the reaping age, she couldn't have imagined that this would bring so much euphoria through her veins. A simple act of killing a tribute, another human being, brought her something that shouldn't make anyone happy, but it was a release that even though her soul was damned, she was safe for the moment. She would live to see another day. "I did it... Punk, I did it. You can come out." It ain't fair you died too young She was going to live like she wanted to so badly. She halted and looked immediately to where she had left Punk to run away into the forest and as she searched for him, the little orange guy stood there watching with the same expression of a toothy smile. A grin appeared on Pris's lips in such a form that she had succeeded against a foe, but what happened a moment later came all too sudden. A whimper expelled from her lips when she toppled forward three steps. "What.. are you doing?" She whispered as she turned to look where the boy had cut her. Blood appeared and began to flow from the cut. The spot was hardly a weakness, but somehow, he'd hit a vital place. Like a story that had just begun "Fangor. Help." She called out to him and with the freedom of her life painting the ground, she collapsed. She slumped over, curling up into herself. Pain was ripping through her body where she'd been injured. Her chest, back, legs and arms seemed to want to cause her such dismay and reap her of her life. There wasn't a spot that had been left untouched by the metal of a blade and her head began to swim heavily. Waves of the scene in front of her danced around and she clinched her eyes shut with all the force that she could muster. "It hurts so bad." Her voice seemed distant as her ears began to shut off, but the tunnels that allowed her to see caught sight of her best friend toddling in her direction. "Punk... go back. Stay away. Don't come... Plea-" But death tore the pages all away Her eyes closed. "Wake up, bitch. Time to get up. Don't die on me." A voice called out to her and it forced her eyes to open once more into little slits. Red's image appeared in front of her, a ghostly apparition seeking to coddle her little cousin in the only way she knew how. Prismarine's lips turned upward slowly, almost painfully so. Somewhere near, she could still feel the presence of the boy, the silent and possessed male that deemed her too much of a thorn to just let his partner die alone. He sought out revenge, killing her as a sign of resentment. He had wanted to make sure she never took a breath again. "Whas 'app'ng?" Darkness swallowed her mind, slurring her speech. "I'm sorry, Pris The distant voice, whispered, trying to console the girl. At best it was like a farewell that he couldn't do anything more for her. A light nod of her head was the only sign she was struggling to live, to die. "s'kay." The amount of time between the blink of her eyes, Punk had appeared beside his friend. She focused on him and with her hand, she weakly patted him one more time. So many times, she had begged to have a friend in the arena but only yesterday did she realize the gamemakers had done just that. They had given her a chance to live and grow and die with someone by her side. Even with Fangor lingering near, she focused on the face of the hollow companion. "Bye...Pu-" The tick-tock of a second hand clock began to slow; her breaths. The pendulum's swing lessened; her blood. The face stood still; her heart. The hour hand froze on eleven and the second hand clicked to twelve. The district twelve girl had given it everything she had to fight and survive, but in the end, father time was just a cruel bastard who stole her very moment. A second cannon sounded with so much resonation that it seemed to forever echo even in her wake. It ain't fair you died too young Like a story that had just begun But death tore the pages all away [Prismarine succumbs to her injuries; epilogue to follow] |
