sun bleached flies // U v. LL (day 6)
Jul 26, 2023 0:33:44 GMT -5
Post by mat on Jul 26, 2023 0:33:44 GMT -5
U L Y S S E S.
My eyes open to sunlight, at long last. The sun's glow is warm against my ankles, melting away their tiredness. The canopy forest's haven covers the rest of my body from the shins up. Pain must really be the world's most successful tranquilizer. The wound across my neck stings at the first bit of pressure and is soothed once I let go. Yep. Sleep cures those problems. Sleep away the pain and you might forget about it for a second or two. With the initial hurt subsided, I pull myself up against the tree. No Jayson. No Torian. Just me and the butterfly fluttering around the trees as I gather my stuff. I'm surprised that no one found me here. I'm not that deep into the forest, it probably would've taken four or five minutes of searching to find me and give me the ax.
The prospect of a peaceful death in my sleep… it's a wishful thought. If I'm going to die in here– and I still think I might– I think I'd pick not knowing. Quick, easy, painless. Well, unless I get woken up by the pain. That would be pretty scary, but hopefully, someone like Larissa or Perry would know to just go for the instantaneous shot.
"So, here's the plan." My eye moves to a shadow in the tree trunk, the slight flicker of a reflection a sign that there's a camera inside. "Step one: I'm gonna take a piss. Step two: I'm gonna wait for whatever signs and tricks you guys are going to pull to make me fight instead of going back to sleep in my little hidey-trees."
I round the corner of the tree, no more flickers in sight. They never talk about how creepy it is to take a piss or a shit in the games. I mean, there are fifty billion cameras in this place and I'm supposed to find just the right spot to be alone? I suppose it's more of a comfort thing for myself than it is for them. What are they gonna do, send me a Hunger Games fine for taking a piss in front of the cam- oh I just gave myself a really good idea.
"I'm back!" Can they hear me? I don't know. I wave into the tree trunk, unbuttoning my trousers. And no, before you ask, I'm not going to expose myself to the Capitol. Not even close. I angle myself to the side, take a deep breath, and let the stream flow across the camera's view. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, baby! "And at the end of the rainbow…" a pot of gold in the form of my middle finger right up in the camera's business. They probably changed the channel, but on the off-chance that they didn't, I hope I gave each and every one of those pretentious Capitol fuckers a shiver.
With step one out of the way, all that's left to do is wait for step two. I sit on a tree stump, legs crossed, waiting for "fate" or "happenstance" to make an entrance. So I'll just sit. Eyes peeled, of course, for anyone trying to sneak up on me. No wasting energy playing hide and seek. Nope! Nope…
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…some time has passed. No cannons, no sound. Nothing. Silence again. Where are the tricks and shenanigans?
The clear skies flash with small dots of color, growing bigger in size each time they pulse outward. The pixies are back, the same ones that led us to the Cornucopia for the feast. One tugs at my suit coat and the other pulls at my shoelaces. I swat the one by my feet away, but only after it unties my right shoe. Fuck. Confession time: despite being as crafty and dashing as I am, I never learned how to tie my shoes. Don't know what it is. Something about people explaining the bunnies and the loops and knots… it never made sense to me. I lean down, continuing to swat at the pixies. "Okay! Damn, I'm going, I'm going." I tuck my laces onto either side of the shoe, holding them down with the bottom of my foot. That'll keep them good for two or three days, yeah?
Yeah!
The fairies whisper and giggle through the traveling as we move all the way back to where the horses trampled over Jayson on the second day. The woods don't look any better than they did: still dead. Might they be leading me to Jayson and Torian? Wishful thinking. And if they are, who's to say that they won't force us to hurt one another?
Nope. The only person in sight at first is the girl from District Five. Lillybird. I'm most confident about her name. How could I forget a fellow hair-bleached foe? I send her a hesitant wave. As much as I appreciate her good hair game, she's not among the tributes I refuse to hurt. Torian. Jayson. Vallen with his one-day free pass.
Appearing from each corner is a deteriorated and hurt version of a tribute. As if we'd all been through hell. Vallen: more torn apart than I'd last seen him. Perry: more than just a missing foot. "Torian!" I shout at the sight of him, blighted like the rest. None of it's real, I know that, but it feels real. And that's what's terrifying.
I look closer toward him, inspecting the wounds and horrors across his depiction. The pendant. It's still there, it's okay, untouched. Yellow, shining through the hologram. It's still there, he's okay.
"Everything's gonna be fine, Sunshine." I call out to him through the hologram. I wonder if he can hear it.
I turn back to Lillybird, a pair of knives in hand for a quick play. "Let's do this, yeah? Game on, as they say."
Table by Rave
ulysses attacks lillybird with their twin knives
attack one
eocjzBVFokknife
[ 2077 -- Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage ]
attack two
knife
[ 2156 -- Deep Gash on Right Thigh -- 8.0 damage ]
attack one
eocjzBVFokknife
[ 2077 -- Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage ]
attack two
knife
[ 2156 -- Deep Gash on Right Thigh -- 8.0 damage ]
thread title: sun bleached flies by ethel cain
knife·knife