back to square one [wives v outlanders day 6]
Mar 20, 2016 14:15:54 GMT -5
Post by Loony on Mar 20, 2016 14:15:54 GMT -5
"SO CLOSE YOUR EYES AND LET THE COLORS FLY, | WE'RE COLORBLIND FROM THE BLACK AND WHITE." |
Nell was floating above the abyss.
She is laying with her back upon the waters of serenity as deep beneath them rose was an infinitely deep, black, horrifying, reality that would swallow her whole if she dared to splash or swim. Her eyes: closed against the glaring sun. She refuses to move. She refuses to twitch, to kick, to yell, to breathe. She is perfectly still on her precarious calm waters.
Yet the beast still rises, she did everything right, but he still comes for her. She can feel the waters shift beneath her, air bubbles threatening to flip her over as they surface, panic grows in the pit of her stomach.
She does not open her eyes to her death.
The beast arises, and his jaws
SNAP
And she is in mud.
She had tried to pretend she was calm, she tried to do nothing, but that was futile. One does not escape this arena. Once it is clamped onto you, it drags you with it to the abyss, and you will never resurface.
This swamp has it’s jaws in Nell.
And she is never coming back.
She stares at the corpse of the girl with hair almost as blond as hers. Above the body is none other than Sol Shim: an armless, vicious, brutal, powerful murderer and her best friend. He killed again. The victim’s friends: a monster and a cripple. The girl from twelve, wearing the most disgusting armor she had ever seen, and the boy from four, wearing the most amazing shoes she had ever desired.
They were misfits too. The girl from twelve as crazy as Astrid (except in a much more brutal and disgusting way) and the boy from four as crippled as Atticus (a mute boy and a blind man). She would be the girl on the floor, had the roles been reversed. She would be dead.
She should be dead.
What kind of backwards planet were they on where the weakest were conquering the strongest? Would she awaken in cold sweats back in the Capitol on the day of the games?
The insults fly like weapons, but she does not partake.
Death, as fickle as he is, will come whether they hate each other or not.
She grips the knife and feels her empty heart drain just a little more as she slashes at the blind boy.
’Attacking a cripple’ Death’s voice is a cool breeze down her neck ’Let’s see how low you’ll go Nell. I’ll be there for you at the bottom.’
But she’s already in the abyss.
[attacks Kite]
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[2097 -- Deep Gash on Back of Head -- 9.0 damage]
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