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Mar 27, 2022 14:57:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2022 14:57:40 GMT -5
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P E T E R W E B S T E R - V Ă D U V A
I couldn't stop apologising to Ellis and Oz that night. I should've told them about Talon, I shouldn't have let him distract me like he did. Maybe it wouldn't have saved Esther, but maybe it would have. She didn't deserve to die. None of us did. Her death wasn't like Celestes. It wasn't quick or malicious. It was brutal and for survival. I couldn't hate the other alliance for killing her, and in a way that made it worse.
I couldn't hate them because we were trying to kill their allies too. We were just as bad.
Teddy told me to keep my humanity, easier said than done. I just watched my friend get murdered. I tried to kill someone. I can deny it all I want or try to justify it, I still tried to kill someone. And I would have to do it again and again if I wanted to get home. I knew by now the Gamemakers were getting bloodthirsty. The games were slow moving, which was bad. They needed some entertainment, especially for a quell.
If I didn't know better I'd think that Nowles's little stunt was planned.
I was a bit ahead of Ellis and Oswald today, I felt guilty still. I felt alone. I had the two of them but I felt alone. Ellis didn't want me here, I wasn't sure if Oswald cared. So why was I still even here? Maybe if I went ahead I'd step on a trap and die. Or maybe I'd get lost and Ellis wouldn't be so pissed off all the time without me around. I don't know how our relationship got so sour.
It didn't matter, in a few days at least one of us would be dead regardless.
And I told myself it wouldn't be me, I wasn't dying here. Even as my body ached from the previous day, I told myself to keep going. I was running from something, I just didn't know what yet. I didn't want to fight anyone, just find somewhere to hide until it all ended. But as I said, the Gamemakers were bloodthirsty.
Bam!
I was face to face with another group of tributes, my kawaila crawling into my mech suit as if it would protect him - it wouldn't even protect me. I held up my hands in surrender, "No need to fight, right? Let's just go our separate ways, pretend we never saw each other. Sound good?" And I quickly turned to leave. That was my mistake, you don't turn your back on the enemy. Someone - I don't know who - tried to attack me. They missed.
"Guess we're fighting then."
I felt a bit more confident now that I had my gauntlet, I knew I had shit aim that gun was all I had though. Now? Now I felt more in my element. All I had to do as punch them, easy enough. Except, the guilt was still there. But if they wanted a fight, I'd give them a fight. Even if my body told me not to and my heart was screaming at me to just run. If I had to guess who attacked me, it would be the career. I felt bad attacking a Le Roux, but they were used to dying at this point, "Sorry dude."
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