plastic pistols, paper hearts [Roger v Justice | Day 7]
Aug 15, 2016 18:16:44 GMT -5
Post by arx on Aug 15, 2016 18:16:44 GMT -5
Justice Fray
i grew up witha lot of dreams"She deserved better than you."
And though I'll never admit it—not to Roger, not to anyone—I know she deserved the world. And yes, I know she deserved better than some asshole like me to hold her hand as her eyes glazed over and her heart stopped. I know I wasn't even worthy to know her, let alone be the person to take her life. She did deserve better; I'm no fool.
People think I'm a heartless, brainless monster who knows nothing except how to throw around an axe. I've heard it a thousand times—("You do realize he's going to turn on you, right?") ("He’s the threat, right?") ("I know the assholes from the good guys.") ("Did you enjoy it?")—how terrible, horrible, viscous I am. Hear it enough times and you start to believe them. Before I came here I knew who I was and now--
("But you shouldn’t blame Justice for this. He started this fight because he’s smart.")
("Look I got nothing against you, okay? But I can't lose Justice. Not yet.")
("We would have been friends.")
--now I've got people telling me different.
And I've never been the good guy. But they all make me feel like I could be.
Everyone is always spewing excuses like, 'Gotta get home for my family.' or 'I volunteered to save my sister.' or 'I'm fighting so that someone else can live.' I've never even had someone care about me enough to teach me how to tie a tie or lace up my shoes. My entire life has been either an inconvenience or lived for someone else. And up until recently, I believed that's just how it was supposed to be, just the life that was destined for me and there was no way I was getting out of it.
But now here I am with this idea of who I want to be—who I've always dreamed of being—because just a few people put a speck of trust in me, care enough to defend me when someone says, "He's just a Career." I've been obsessed with being that perfect, Career son for as long as I can remember.
So screw living for someone else. I'm living for me.
And if that means pretending to be the asshole that everyone thinks I am for just a little while longer, then so be it. I've played at this for seventeen years, what is a few more days going to do?
"If I'm cut from the same stone as you are, then you must know what killing a Fray will mean to me."
And if we're still play the lying game and we truly are one in the same, I've got my answer: It'll mean carrying on the memories of yet another life.
Even a swing and a miss sends me crashing to the ground, like the air from his swing simply hit hard enough to guide me to the ground. I don't even bother trying to get up at this point. Roger's close enough that I can swing at him without having to balance on one foot.
"Nice aim," I say with a stupid smirk, wearing it like a mask, hoping this will be the last time I ever have to play dress up.
"About as good as Scout's and, well, we all know how that turned out."
I swing so that no one has time to recognize my lies.plans who to benone of them none were mine
[attacks Roger]
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[blockaroo]
accuracy:
axe
[Shallow Cut on Right Shoulder -- 3.5 damage]