revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7

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revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7 Mar 31, 2024 19:34:52 GMT -5

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I had stayed until her fingers were like ice wrapped around my own. My body had screamed at me in agony as I had pushed myself to my knees, a grim reminder of the death I had barely escaped only a few hours ago. There hadn't been one day in this arena where it or something in it hadn't tried to kill me. And yet by some sort of fucked up miracle I had walked away- well, stumbled and crawled like a fucking pathetic beaten up mess- each and every time. I had outlasted and outlived those who had been so eager to see me die.

My father would fucking hate it. I could so clearly see the way his lips would peel back in disgust at my actions and how they might have embarrassed the family- embarrassed him. I would hear the hiss of his words as he tore me down until I was nothing but a beaten shell, ready to be moulded into the boy that he craved me to be. But unlike before my world had been torn apart and my life had been dancing on the edge of a blade.. I felt nothing. No desire to please him. No need to be the perfect little son.

Nothing.

I felt absolutely nothing towards the man who had been the center of my universe. Well, nothing but the desire to tear him down as hard as he had broken me. And that in itself was enough to have my lips tug up into that easy grin that had the people around me screaming and desperate to wipe it from my face.

I smile down at her, tucking her ice blond hair behind an ear before I lean down and press my lips to her forehead. Her skin felt like ice against my lips and my throat squeeze with emotion. "I'll see you again," I murmur against her fore head, closing my eyes for the briefest second. "But you have to promise that when I do, you will fall in love with me because I think we both know that this is where that was heading." I pull back, amusement laced into my words, "plus, there is now way you would have been able to resist all of this," I pointed look down at myself. "Blood, spit and all, I know you wouldn't have been able to resist for much longer." My smile falters for a moment and my amusement morphs into something more serious.

"Goodbye, for now, Felicity."

* * *

Mouse soars over the trees, the tips of his talons grazing against the tops. He had been usually quite, and had stared at Felcity's body for a long moment before he had leapt for the skies. I knew that he was hurting. He had been obsessed with the girl from the moment he had meet her. I run my had through the fathers along his neck, "you getting soft of me now princess?" I tease and I could feel the muscles beneath me tighten as an incredulous sound escaped his beak. "Hey, im only calling it as I see it-"

Suddenly my stomach is in my throat as we dive through the trees, Mouses wings tucked in tight as the earth comes racing towards us. Fast. "Shit! Mouse!" In the last moment Mouse flares his wings, landing so fucking hard that I go flying from his back. Air knocked from my lungs I roll in the dirt as I gasp for air, "what. the. fuck." I say around my desperate gasps as I remind myself how to breathe.

I glare up at him as he stalks towards me, towering over me as he glares just as heatedly down at me. Serves you right, his eyes scream at me and I shove him lightly as I pick myself up off the ground. "You're a grumpy old man, you know?" I hiss as him feigning anger as I give him a playful shove my lips pulling back into a grin. "Seriously though, dude, you're gonna get my killed if you keep pulling shit like that." Mouse practically shrugs as if to say whatever.. I shove at him again, my gaze slipping passed him and landing on Mr. Broody.

My grin turns into something more wild as I slip passed Mouse, slipping my sword from its sheath. "Well, well, well, look what I we have here." I say to Mouse as I give the blade a few causal swings. "Marceline would say hi, but I cut her throat open yesterday, so, ah, that might be a little difficult-"

Suddenly my words cut off, my grin slipping as my brows tug together into a frown as my eyes narrow in on the spear he has in his possession. Rage, hot and blinding surges through me and I spit on the ground at his feet. "You killed her," my voice is low, dancing along the wind dangerously. "I'm going to tear you open until you scream. And them I'm going to fucking kill you. You're mine, fucker."

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revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7 Apr 1, 2024 17:37:46 GMT -5

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Post by d4a tide evros {ems} on Apr 1, 2024 17:37:46 GMT -5

It's the first night he's spent alone, and it's quite terrifying, yet Hal knows himself better than anyone else, and he knows he's capable of doing this. But it's hard, every breath lingers for hours, every little sound has him turning and looking every way trying to make sure he's alone. Even with his friends tucked up beside him, Hal isn't sure of where to go. Marceline is dead. Vali is dead. The only two people he cared about are victims of this game, and maybe it's his own fault for thinking he could keep them alive.

At least I didn't watch Marceline die.

And now, his mind is racing, and while he's thankful he didn't have to kill his friends, he's still struggling and feeling broken. Friendships aren't supposed to end like this, and maybe that's where he went wrong. Having friends, thinking it's okay to get to know someone in a horrible game like this - nothing is real here. Nothing matters, but when people are forced to rely on others to make it through the chaotic storm of the hunger games, Hal understands the importance of friendship. Before it never mattered, but here, everything matters.

The night was rough, but the day seems even worse, and he isn't sure of where to go. Wandering aimlessly without a care in the world does the trick for a while, but soon it all changes. The winds, they're picking up, and Hal wants to try to run and scream and do something that is worthwhile, yet he's moving in a way that's against his own will. The whistling in his ears makes it hard to think, hard to do anything, and then it all makes sense.

Lionel is standing close by, and he seems so angry because someone he cared for died, but it doesn't matter. It never matters. Hal draws his spear from his side, and he stands there listening to Lionel go on about killing Marceline - maybe he wanted some sort of reaction, but Hal simply shrugs his shoulders. Knowing she had to die, knowing that she didn't die by his hand makes it so much easier.

"She had to die anyway. You did me a favor because now I don't have to kill her."

It's simple as that. He doesn't have any allegiances to anyone now. Maybe Lucky, but with such few people left, Hal won't let anyone stand in his way of making it home alive.

So why is Lionel so angry that he lost his own friend?

Not that it matters here. He's too concerned about trying to right a wrong by making someone into something their not.

He can try, but he'll never succeed.

"You might want me to scream, but I'll never scream for you."

His voice is calm, and he even smiles because he's not going to let Lionel say any other emotion. He doesn't deserve it. Not when he's trying to knock Hal down in the midst of everything. No matter the pain, he's going to hold himself together. Keep himself strong, and for the first time in his entire life, Hal isn't going to let someone tell him what to do or how to act. If Lionel wants to tear him apart, then Hal won't try to stop him.

I'm not afraid because we're all living on borrowed time anyway.

"So try all you want, but I promise you, you're not going to succeed in making me scream."

I'll remain silent until I die.

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3022 -- Deep Gash on Neck -- 10.0 damage + 1 strength
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revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7 Apr 2, 2024 7:18:20 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Apr 2, 2024 7:18:20 GMT -5

I aim for his chest and for one delicious moment I thought I had him. I could see it, the way my sword would slip into the vulnerable flesh above his heart before piercing it and tearing it from his chest cavity. I could see the way the light would die from his eyes, eyes that would be glaring at me accusingly and a little shocked that this was it. That it was over. But Mr. Broody was fast and as quickly as that image had filled my mind it was gone and my sword barely even nicks the edge of his chest as he moves out of reach.

A sound of annoyance and frustration slips passed my lips as I whirl to glare at him. When I looked at him I could only see Felicity's broken, lifeless body. And it infuriated me, causing my blood to boil and my hands to clench so tightly that they ached. I was going to kill him. I needed to kill him for what he did to her. It didnt matter that I had basically attempted to do the same thing to Marceline, because screw Marceline. I couldn't give two fucking shits about the girl. I couldn't give any fucks about anyone on this arena. It had only been her and that was because she had managed to get under my skin.

Damn you, Belcher.

If only I had stayed away. If only I had listen to that voice inside my head that screamed: dont fucking do it you damned idiot. Then maybe... Maybe I wouldn't feel like my heart was tearing itself apart for a girl who I had only known for a couple weeks, but who had seen all the messy and twisted parts of me and decided to fight for me and not against me.

"You might want me to scream, but I'll never scream for you."

His words drag me back into the presence and I shake myself a little, refocusing. I tilt my head to the side a little as I study him. "You will scream- well, unless I cut your tongue out first," I say around my growing smirk, my eyes locking onto his mouth as though could see passed his lips to his tongue. Ah, yes, I think I would like that.

"So try all you want, but I promise you, you're not going to succeed in making me scream."

My grin widens and my eyes find is again. A challenge. Man, did I love a challenge. And Mr. Broody had something coming for him if he thought he was my biggest challenge. No, because that spot belong to my father. The only person I had never been able to beat.

"We will see about that."

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revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7 Apr 2, 2024 17:47:48 GMT -5

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Post by d4a tide evros {ems} on Apr 2, 2024 17:47:48 GMT -5

I always imagined I would grow old and have a family, but I never want kids.

The idea of having children is a nightmare especially after going through something like this, but even then, Hal knows the only way to have a family is to win, to make it out of this madness alive. Death would leave him rotting in the ground forgotten completely by the rest of the world. Maybe that's for the best. Maybe it's worth it to simply have a chance to escape from this place forever, yet it doesn't help that his mind is running rampant. Dying now, all of this would be for nothing, all of it wouldn't matter.

I'm so close, yet so far away.

And thinking of everything now, it's possible that one wrong move could end in his death, could turn the world completely upside down in the blink of an eye - one mistake is all it takes. One lapse of concentration. One moment of not fully paying attention. Focusing is important now, but so is keeping the desire to live. Nobody wants to die. Nobody wants to perish especially this close to the end. It's an unfortunate fate. All of it is.

Lionel seems so sure that his approach will work, that he'll make Hal scream, and Hal can't help but smile. Giving in, and showing Lionel any sort of emotion is out of the question now. All he can do is smile, yet his mind is racing and his heart gallops, but right now, none of that matters. The only thing on his mind is trying to prove himself, make sure that his mind is set and his body doesn't fail him.

"Well, you're going to have to do better than that to make me scream."

A smirk spreads across his face. This is fun, and for the first time Hal genuinely feels confident that he's capable of holding his own.

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XAjKD5ZEUJspear
3131 -- Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage + 1 strength

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revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7 Apr 2, 2024 20:07:40 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Apr 2, 2024 20:07:40 GMT -5

"Well, you're going to have to do better than that to make me scream." Mr. Broody says around a smirk and I feel my lips begin to curl in annoyance at the mocking tone in his voice.

"Oh honey, we are just beginning," I say a little too sweetly as I lick my lips a little. "There is still plenty of time to hear you scream, maybe even my name if I'm lucky," I say as I lunge, attempting to cut open his throat, eager to watch him drown on his own blood.

My tongue clicks in annoyance as Hal easily manages to avoid the worst of my attack once again. How he managed to move that fast was really starting to get frustrating. Though, in my defence, my whole fucking left leg was barely holding on. Bones were supported by a poorly constructed brace that dug into my groin so deep that each step almost had me growling in pain. And not to mention that the whole limb itself felt like it had been set on fire and screamed Bloody Mary with each and every movement.

A pain rips through my arm and I hiss through clenched teeth as his spear cuts through skin and muscle, scraping enough bone to cause my vision to got white for a blink of an eye. "Son of a bitch," I gasp on a breath as I instinctively move to clutch as the torn and bleeding flesh. Instantly my fingers are sticky and warm with my blood. "At least you hit harder than pathetic little miss Marceline. Did I forget to tell you, she begged for you to come save her before I ended it. She was almost hopeful that you would appear, like a knight in shining armour." I smirk, releasing my arm and wiping my hand against the my pants.

"The look of betrayal and disappointment that she gave me as I sliced through that pretty little neck of her's was enough to have me almost feeling sorry for her."

Mr. Broody moves around me, and I raise my weapon between us as I carefully watch his movement. I study him for one more moment before I strike, aiming for a gap in his defence, my eyes lighting with excitement as I feel my sword meet his flesh. Bingo.

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revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7 Apr 2, 2024 21:33:41 GMT -5

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Post by d4a tide evros {ems} on Apr 2, 2024 21:33:41 GMT -5

"Oh honey, we are just beginning."

Hal tilts his head to the side trying to think of what Lionel has in store, but it doesn't matter. Lionel could stab him over and over, and Hal refuses to give him the satisfaction of screaming. He's made a promise, and now he's going to do his best to keep it. Keeping his word is far more important than anything else in the world, but knowing that keeping his word here might get under Lionel's skin makes it all even better.

And then he starts. Lionel goes on and on about killing Marceline. That she begged for Hal to show up and save her. Maybe it's true, or maybe it's not. He has no way of knowing, but he keeps his face straight and clear of any and all emotions. He doesn't even let his breath pick up or slow down. He simply stands there holding the spear at his side. But his mind is racing.

She had to die. She had to die.

Everyone here has to die.

Except me.

Marceline was a friend, and Hal will always hold that close. He'll always remember their time together, the moments they shared, but at the end of the day, everyone here is the enemy.

"Okay, and?"

He breaks the silence as he steps around, his eyes focused on Lionel, and the more he says, the more Hal wishes for a moment of silence, something to get this annoying person away from him.

"You're going to have to do better than that."

It hurts to not show emotion because this hurts really bad, but Hal made a promise, and he's going to do everything in his power to keep it.

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3024 -- Deep Gash on Left Thigh -- 8.0 damage + 1 strength

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revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7 Apr 2, 2024 21:58:17 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Apr 2, 2024 21:58:17 GMT -5

"Okay, and?"

I wait for the rest, listening carefully like a best friend might when their friend cries over something that was tearing them apart and permanently marking their soul. But Mr. Broody seems to be finished speaking and I deadpan him, trying not too show him just how fucking annoying it was for me not to be able to get under his skin and explode with the emotions and feeling that were no doubly eating him away from the inside. he was the type, I just knew it. It was written all over his broody woe is me face. I knew his type, I had crushed his type with perfectly built business deals that were created to rip people like him apart.

I frown at him for a moment before I put on a dramatic show of looking around us, around him. "I think you must have lost something, buddy," I say as I make a show of looking at his feet. "I think you lost your heart. This place turning you into a heartless bastard friend? I'm sure your mummy and daddy would be so. very. proud." I accentuate the last few words, giving him a knowing look as I flick the blood from the edge of my sword. "You know what, I kinda am too. Growing into the perfect little monster," I say with a cooing sound, my shit eating grin once again slipping onto place as the fire that was tearing through my body begged me to cry out in pain to relieve some of the tension.

I sure as fuck would not though.

"You're going to have to do better than that."

I huff a sigh, rolling my eyes at him. "Wow, that was so damned original. Please, sir, don't keep me on my toes with this tension filled back and forth affectionate banter any longer. I don't know how much longer I can take it," I say without amusement as I give him a bored ass look.

Mr. Broody, unimpressed, strikes and once again my body is torn open and my blood turns to fire as I fight the desire to cry out, biting down hard on my tongue as agony threatened to thrust me into unconsciousness. For a moment I cant do anything but close my eyes as the wave of unrelenting pain consumes me, burying its claws so deep into my bones that I wasn't sure that it would ever really fade.

I let out a breath, opening my eyes slowly to look down at the blood that was rolling down my thigh and pooling at my feet. "Dude, that is a little to close for comfort," I say as I raise my brows at him. "You only have to kill me, not castrate me," I chide, annoyed.

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revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7 Apr 3, 2024 15:12:50 GMT -5

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Post by d4a tide evros {ems} on Apr 3, 2024 15:12:50 GMT -5

Everything about being here, fighting Lionel, trying to kill in order to survive, it sucks, but this is the hand I've been dealt. Life isn't fair, and it sure as hell isn't going to get any better. Not now anyways. Killing people isn't fun, it's left him feeling guilty, and his heart is struggling to mend itself, and even though Hal hasn't shown any emotion towards the words Lionel has thrown at him, all of it hurts, but it's an act he's going to perform until one of them dies. Marceline didn't deserve her fate neither did Vali, Jericho, Felicity, or any other person. We're just a bunch of kids really, and we're being forced to grow up quickly. But seven more people must die.

I just hope I'm not one of them.

Hal takes a step back, his eyes narrow as he tries avoiding the tip of the sword, but it isn't enough. It hurts far worse than anything he's ever experienced, yet he keeps his face clear of any sort of emotion.

Lionel's words are true. The games change people, and maybe Hal's turning into something he's not - if I live, then it's all worth it. A perfect monster. A killing machine.

A pawn for the Capitol.

WIP. I'm at work, and work is incredibly busy today. I won't be able to get this finished before the 24 hour mark. So yeah, here's this.

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About castrating - "Maybe that's the plan."

He shrugs.

"Maybe I've always been a monster. Maybe I've been lying to myself. Maybe we all have."

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revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7 Apr 3, 2024 19:36:42 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Apr 3, 2024 19:36:42 GMT -5

"Maybe that's the plan."

Offended, like genuinely offended by the insinuation of removing my junk for fun was something that could have possibly been on this guys to do list, I narrow my eyes at Mr. Broody. I hadn't liked the guy much before, but had respected him enough for wanting to fight back. And then he had killed Felicity and now he was trying to cut my junk off and any kind of fondness I felt for him, his bloodthirstiness and all, was gone and I was only left with hatred, and frustration and annoyance that he was still standing before me basically shrugging it off like we were talking about the fucking sports results.

Oh yeah, I was definitely going to kill him. And I was going to enjoy each and every moment of it. I couldn't care for one second if he screamed or cried or begged for mercy. He was dead. For Felicity. For me. Dead.

"Maybe I've always been a monster. Maybe I've been lying to myself. Maybe we all have."

"You might be right about you being a monster," I start giving him a cruel twisted grin as I study him from head to toe once again. His body was covered in blood, skin torn and bleeding. There were bags under his eyes and his hair was a fucking mess. He looked like shit and I sure I didn't look all that much better. "But I am not a monster," I say as I re-adjust my grip on my sword. I lunge for him, stepping in close as I shove the tip of it into his stomach, pushing hard until I felt it break through skin and into sinew and organs. "I'm a fucking angel."

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revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7 Apr 4, 2024 22:33:26 GMT -5

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Post by d4a tide evros {ems} on Apr 4, 2024 22:33:26 GMT -5

Mom, dad, I'm sorry.

Everything is coming unraveled before his eyes, and Hal doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know where to turn anymore. It doesn't help that the world is spinning rapidly, and it's impossible to tell which way is up and down. Standing is hard, trying to continue breathing is becoming increasingly more difficult and it's something that should be easy. But with the amount of blood pooling on the ground around him, Hal can tell his body is starting to shut down completely. Spots flicker before his eyes, and at certain moments, it feels as though his legs are going to give out sending him crashing down to the ground below.

I've given it my all.

Sometimes it's not good enough. Not everyone can win. Not everyone can live the life they desire. It's the cruelest part of this game. He gave his all, he's tried his hardest, and even though life is starting to crash down around him. Sometimes being good enough isn't enough because others are better. It's all about that one attack, one mistake - it's a fatal flaw. And as he stands still, his eyes darting back and forth, Hal tries to keep it all together, to prove to himself that he's strong, but it isn't enough.

I'll never be enough.

So many times in his life, Hal failed. The world has knocked him down, and every time he's stood back up, but this time it might not be enough. Death, it's calling for him, and maybe it's because he's teetering on the edge of the fence. Life and death. Death is just another great adventure, right? Death doesn't mean a fail, right?

I don't want to be known as a failure.

But it's all he is. So many have tried to teach him, and now that his friends are dead, Hal doesn't know where to turn. He doesn't know what to do with himself, and even holding the weapon in his hand isn't easy. It's hard, it hurts -

But I'm not going to scream.

A promise is a promise no matter what, and even though he wants to cry out, he refuses to make a sound. He refuses to give Lionel the benefit of a broken promise. It's a horrible price to pay. It's horrible, and yet all he wants is to just see his family again. To see them, to hold them, to give his siblings one last story.

And even as time goes on, Hal wants to run away from everything.

I'm afraid to die.

The afterlife might not even exist, and to think that this is it, that his soul will cease to exist, it terrifies him, and it's so much more painful than he ever imagined.

Maybe it'll be quick.

Tears well up in the corner of his eyes, and he does everything possible to simply blink them away as his grip tightens around the spear.
I'm a failure, but I'm not going to go down without a fight.

A sorrowful smile spreads across his face, and for a moment everything is at peace. The world is peaceful and calm, and everything seems to feel good. The storm of life has been raging on, and Hal has stepped into its eye. Maybe the storm is over as his soul leaves his body, or maybe it'll bring a new great adventure.

Whatever the case may be, Hal tries to hold himself together for one last moment.

Because this easily might be his last.

I can't give up despite my body wanting me to. I'll fight until the end no matter what.

And for the first time, Hal understands that he's not a failure. He's always done his best, and that's all that matters.

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revenge never tasted so sweet { hal v lionel } day 7 Apr 5, 2024 20:30:56 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Apr 5, 2024 20:30:56 GMT -5

I press my sword into his gut to deep that I felt his blood drip onto my fingers, hot and sticky. There was barely even a breath between us, and I could feel his jagged uneven breath against my cheeks, my lips. The colour had drained from his skin and there was a small trail of blood beginning to form as it slips down his chin, his neck, until it disappeared into the collar of his shirt. I lean forward until my lips are almost pressed to his ear. "You look like shit," I whisper, "you feeling alright?"

I pull back from him, meeting his gaze for a moment as I shove my sword in deeper, my fingers grazing against the edge of his torn flesh. "Don't worry, I won't hold it against you if your not screaming. I think at this point I just prefer you to be dead." I grin before ripping my sword from his stomach, taking a step back to avoid his guts and blood from soaking into my boots and pants. My guy stumbles on his feet a bit, his unsteady knees struggling to not to fold under his weight and send him crashing to the grown on his knees before me.

I fight the urge to kick the back of his knees out, forcing him to glare up at me as I take what is mine and watch with satisfaction as the light dies from his eyes and his body becomes nothing but a broken and bruised and torn corpse. I wanted to see him on his knee's though. To see him broken and begging.

But I knew better than to believe that this man would beg. He wouldn't break. Like me, back when Lucky and Xylia had beaten into me with nothing but their fists. My body had bee broken, bones shattered, and blood had coated the insidee of my mouth. I had been a dead man walking but I would have rather died than submitted to fucking pretty boy Lucky. There was nothing that they could have done- he could have done- to me that would have had me begging for mercy. Just like the tribute before me, I knew that he would rather die than beg me for anything.

And despite everything, I could respect that.

The thought alone was enough to have me click my tongue with annoyance.

Tears begin to form in the corner of Mr. Broody's eyes and I watch with a grim, very fucking twisted, sense of satisfaction at the brief display of emotion. Instantly the boy tries to blink them away, refusing to reveal anything deeper to me. Instead he readjusts his grasp on his spear, adjusting his stance as he prepare to strike. In his next breath he moves, his spear aimed at my throat.

I knock it to the side, shifting closer to the boy once again.

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My sword grazes his inner thigh for a moment close enough to return the threat he had delivered only a few moments ago. "I won't castrate you, because that would be a shitty thing to do. And I am not a shitty person." I pause, frowning slightly at that statement because it wasn't exactly true. "Well, not in that way." My fingers curl into the collar of his shirt as I drag him in closer, at the same moment I shove my sword through his chest, burying it so deep that it broke through the skin of his back.

Baring my teeth right in his face any amusement that had surged through me disappears, a snarl pushing up my throat as our eyes lock and I watch as they slowly begin to glaze over as his leg begins to slip through his fingers. "That was for Felicity, asshole." I give my sword one last shove, my fingers untangling from the collar of his shirt until that grasped his chin tightly, forcing his to look me in the eye. "I want my face to be the last thing you see, so don't fucking blink," I spit in his face as I rip my sword from his chest, catching his body as it begins to crumple under his weight.

"See you in hell," I smirk as the last of the light fades from his eyes.

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