god help the children | girls vs wendihoes vs hollow
Mar 13, 2024 7:38:15 GMT -5
Post by ines izar d11a 🖤 cait on Mar 13, 2024 7:38:15 GMT -5
There’s an old saying that I think encompasses Maggie pretty well: if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.
She’s a Career. I am not. She knows how to wield a massive hunk of metal and bend it to her will, and I’ve never even held a gun. She knows twenty-seven different ways to kill a girl, and I’m the type to try and make friends with the spiders in my bedroom. I know nobody is surprised when my knife bounces uselessly off the wall next to Harley’s head. I try to shrink back into myself in embarrassment, content to wait for Maggie to get to her feet and finish the job instead.
But somewhere between the army of mutts marching across the creaking floorboards and Maggie being roused out of her dizziness, there’s a third sound that breaks the delicate moment of lives hanging in the balance. A head goes smashing into the banister, and my own temples pound empathetically. Maggie is upright now, walking unsteadily towards a concussed Harley. She crushes dolls underfoot as she hauls insults and blades alike at the stumbling girl.
I watch the light leave Harley’s eyes, a flicker in the dark. Think she might be dying, until a flash of recognition for something far away from the cabin sets her alight. Strange, how it hurts, to see someone remember and not be able to share the memory with them. To not be able to keep the moment alive when you know it’s seconds away from being forgotten forever.
From the top of the staircase, I watch Harley drag herself across the wooden slats, searching for safety in higher ground.
Unknowingly making her way towards me.
Please, stop. Don’t come any closer.
But I’m a traitor and a hypocrite, because I know if I really wanted to stay out of the fight, I could turn away myself.
I’m a traitor and a hypocrite for the way I keep my eyes locked on her struggle and don’t do a thing against it. It doesn’t matter that I’m horrified, wide-eyed, wishing it didn’t have to be this way. I’m an accomplice to sin. I’m a monster like the rest of the world.
I feel Maggie’s expectant gaze on me, calculating the steps we need to take to guarantee our safety for one more day. I know how the situation looks to her – I’m in the perfect position to finish this once and for all – but I can’t bring myself to look at her and see her disappointment. Just the same as how I can’t look away from Harley’s estranged face grimacing in pain as Maggie brings the glaive down hard on her leg.
I’m sorry, I want to say, but of course, I cannot.
ines attacks harley | throwing knife
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self defense on the hollows attack [#561]
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