welcome to the lions den // cor v storm day 7
Aug 9, 2022 1:17:23 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Aug 9, 2022 1:17:23 GMT -5
cordelia bardot.
Darkness falls, the sky rumbling angrily as the night reaches its peak. I had not slept, my back felt like it was on fire, the fresh stitches Cachi had sewn sending surging pulses of agony through my shoulders, and down the length of my back. It was next to impossible to find a position that alleviated it. If it was not my back, it was the throbbing of my leg, another set of stitches that had been torn open, only to be re sewn. The ragged flesh had screamed its protest with each movement, and with each new stitches I thanked Ripred that my face had been spared, because girl, it had gone through enough.
The sun doesn't rise the next morning, instead, the sky is lit up with streaks of blinding purple lightening. Had it of been another time, perhaps had I been a spectator, I would have thought they were beautiful. Might had awwed and ahhed with each terrifying strike. But on the front lines I felt my body freeze up, my hands reaching for my weapon. The end was nearing, and it seemed the Gamemakers wanted it to end with a bang.
The darkness made me uneasy, it sent my paranoia crazy. Each sound, each movement, had me on edge as I sat perched on my pack, my weapon laying across my lap. My shoulders were tight, tense, and I roll my neck to try and lose them. I felt odd, like I had the day I had killed Charlie. I felt an urgency to hunt, to hurt, to kill. I try to push it down, my eyes running over a sleeping Cachi, this body sheltered from the rain by a small cluster of decaying trees. He looked vulnerable, his body unshielded, his mind switched off.
I don't realise my hands had crept to the handle of my weapon.
It would be so easy to just do it, to kill him.
He wouldn't see it coming.
Hell, he wouldn't even feel it-
No, I think, suddenly aware of the fact that I stood over him, clutching at the handle of my mace. Shit, I kick at his leg, mentally shaking myself. "Get up, we gotta move." I turn away, breathing through my pain as I force my pack onto my back. "Lets make our way closer to the river and make our way towards the cave, I want to get out of this storm." As I speak a bolt fries the decaying roots of a tree nearby, making my body jolt with surprise, "we didn't make it this far to get fried by some lightening."
Suddenly I hear the sound of heavy footsteps to our right, heavy and wet against the saturated dirt. Instantly I have my mace out, my eyes furiously searching the darkness. "I think someones coming-"
The foot steps are in front of us now, closer. I frown, the lightening sending flashing glimpses of our potential opponent. Silently I gesture to Cachi to stay quiet, closing the distance between us I whisper into his ear, "I think there is two. You take the right, I'll take the front." I go to move away, hesitating as I look over at him, "don't do anything stupid. Just have a look, keep your distance. We'll regroup and make a plan from there." Just don't die, I add silently, though the thought felt out of place, like my body was rejecting it.
"I'll see you in a minute, okay?"
Slipping into the darkness the footsteps turn into movement and I come face to face with the small boy from nine. Shit. The plan had been to not engage. The boy looked like a drowned rat, and I felt a small spark of pity, quickly smothered by the urge to want to kill him. What the fuck? I think to myself, another mental shake that turns into a physical one as I step back, frowning. It was a feeling that felt foreign and yet familiar. A feeling that had consumed me as I threw my sword into Charlies flesh, watching him bleed before taking his life.
Taking a deep shaky breath I smile at him slightly, a small chuckle escaping my lips. "I think I am going to kill you," I whisper, my voice nearly downed out by the rain. I nod at myself, confirming the thought. "Yeah. I'm going to have to kill you- I mean if I don't, someone else will, right? So... So it might as well be me. I mean I don't want to- well, its kinda crazy, but I kinda do want to- shit, I don't know. Things are all messed up." My thoughts are jumbled, and I pause, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, look, I dont think anyways I spin this is going to be good," I had a feeling my fans watching back home were not going to be keen on my killing the child, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.
And I can't stress enough how much I really wanted to.
Cachi would just have to wait a little longer.
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