little john & robin hood - {ellis+oz day five}
Mar 31, 2022 12:27:48 GMT -5
Post by bailee on Mar 31, 2022 12:27:48 GMT -5
Peter was gone.
My bat had came down unto her, the girl from five. It mangled her skin and cracked her bones - but it wasn't enough. One blind error and her knife had protruded through Peter's eye, cramming it's way into his skull and before I knew it his body went limp underneath the pressure of the blade.
Just like that, someone had taken care of the problem I had been groaning about for the past five days, someone had killed the boy I punched in the depths of the oasis and still yet...
I couldn't bring myself to find joy in that.
Peter was the first person I confided to in this arena, the only one besides Oswald. He listened to me with open ears, took me in even though I had treated him with nothing but disdain. He fought for me, defended me...
Guilt arose in the pit of my stomach, pulling at my organs. I felt like I was going to burst, like there was a spark that was on the verge of igniting.
Once it erupted I had no idea what would happen.
Would I become volatile?
Would I become a cold-blooded killer? The same as the girl that shoved Celeste into the piece of scrap with little regard to her fate? The one that had a glint of pure masochism in her eyes, the same look that made me realize the reality of my situation in the arena?
I looked to Oswald and brought him into an embrace, the sweat of our skin sticking together as I let another tear escape my eye. It travelled onto Oswald's shoulder, mixing with blood and sweat and dirt and grime and all of the evidence of war.
Had I failed Peter?
Who would be next?
Me or Oswald?
I released my hold on him before looking him in the eye. I couldn't hide the hurt that was brewing inside. I knew he could see right through any masquerade I had held up before.
But that was okay. I was okay with letting him in. I was okay with vulnerability being released around him.
"What do we do now, Oz?" I asked. The question was genuine. I had no idea what to do.