belated celebrations. // tunnel3day3.
Mar 5, 2024 0:19:46 GMT -5
Post by d1b. xylia fray ♕ kaяi on Mar 5, 2024 0:19:46 GMT -5
It was lonely in the arena.
Even with her two ally's in tents nearby, Xylia never felt more alone.
The frigid wind bit through her tent, chilling her to the bone even with the endless layers of warm gear she had stacked upon her body. And as the sounds of the night crept closer, and the whipping wind threatened to blow her away, sleep evaded her and she was left with nothing but her own thoughts. She should be used to being alone. She spent her whole life staying apart from others, learning young that when you grew too attached, they always found a way to leave you. Most were scared of her and rightfully so. Winners didn't make friends. Restless dreams plagued her, alone in a dark room, until finally the sun broke the horizon.
One tent was in shambles. The other still stood and if she squinted she could make out two figures on the inside.
Like they've always said: it's lonely at the top.
She didn't say much as the trio trudged through the snow, afraid that her tongue may freeze off if she dared to speak. Normally, she would be worried about leaving such an obvious trail as they walked, but if anyone dared to seek them out they most likely have a death wish.
“It’s a playbook trap, but guess the choice’s between hypothermia and whatever the fuck is down there.”
Xylia forced her frozen shoulders to shrug upwards.
"I would much prefer my fingers attached," she said with an attempt to wiggle them in her gloves. "Besides, we have bait," she turned to Lucky and winked at her ally, but still found herself gripping her glaive tighter. She couldn't say goodbye to them.
Not yet.
No matter how hard she tried to stick to the shadows, her footsteps echoed loudly with each inch they dared to move. She cursed under her breath, knowing that the loss of stealth could be their downfall. Xylia was just about to suggest taking a break when the unlocking of a safety and the drawl of a female voice had her raising her weapon in defense ready to slaughter whoever dared threaten them.
"See you found some friends after all. Now, give me one reason why I shouldn’t blow your brains out right this second, hmm?"
Harley Royce appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and instantly had her gun against Lucky's head. From behind her crept up Rita, and Xylia had to use every fiber of her being not from locking up. Her District partner, a girl she made a pact with of sorts, already standing in front of her. The plan was to avoid each other as long as possible, pick off the others one by one, but it seemed Death had other plans for them. She forced her face into stone cold indifference, pushing down any bit of panic that was slowly rising in her stomach.
“because I’ll put a hole in yours right after.”
She lifted her weapon, frost and the pure essence of cold beginning to swirl around her fingers and snake up her arms, a smile of pure wickedness played on her lips.
"And then I'll cut off you're head, just for good measure."
Gunner begins to speak again, but is promptly cut off as the ground begins to shake, rocks begin to fall, and the panic she so carefully pushed down begins to creep back up. The others stumble slightly and Xylia takes that split second to grab Lucky's hand, pull him away from their enemy and shove him forward, towards what is hopefully the exit.
"Let's go," she growled as she forced him away from the gun that was half a second from putting a dart through his brain. "This wasn't exactly the trap I had planned for, what about you Gunner?"
She ran.
And for once in her life, she didn't look back.
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