Promises (Promises) [Cachi/Cor Day 6]

One last strike and the beast falls, though the thud of its body hitting the ground sounds different to Charlies. But there was an unmistakable feeling of elation at the realisation that it was dead, disturbingly similar to the excitement that had surged through me at Charlies death the day before.

The feeling was unnatural, suffocating almost. Just the memory of the anticipation, the excitement that had pulsed through me just the day day before made my skin feel too tight, like I was being forced into the body of a stranger.

Looking down at my hands I notice that the darkness of my veins had spread. The darkness climbed my arms, disappearing under the hem of my sleeves. We had been poisoned.

“We did it."

Shaking myself, I look up from my hands to see Cachi half grinning, hands covered in blood, hair soaked in sweat. He looked filthy, a weeks worth of blood and dirt and sweat accumulating and ingraining itself into the fabric of his stupid wizard outfit. Probably smelt just as bad too.

“Good shots there with that thing. Just don’t use it on me, okay?”

A week ago smashing him with the spike club I stole from his boyfriend would not have caused me to think twice, but today the words felt heavy. The joke an attempt to hide the reality of what we might face in the next couple days as the games started to come to an end. The question of what I might have to do- what he might have to do- if it came down to the two of us.

"Just as long as you don't stab me in the neck, okay?" I say, trying to joke, but the movement causes my back to scream in agony, my chuckle turning into a cry as I bite down on the inside of my cheek, hard.

I grimace at him through the pain, moving to sit beside my pack where I search through the contents for one of the needle and threads. The wound on my back needed attention, each breath causing it to feel like my back was on fire. "help a girl out, would ya?" I ask, pulling off my shirt and holding out the needle and thread. "I can't reach."