Key to the Knight Tower {K v GS v D v B v SK | Day 4}

Tears pool in the corner of his eyes as he stares at Cynder. It's a shame this had to happen, but it's all part of the hunger games. A heavy heart sits in his chest and he can't even bring himself to look at anyone else. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing ever will.

He blinks many times, and Kristof feels more alone than ever before. But it doesn't take away the pain, the sorrow, the agony that's building inside of him waiting for a chance to escape.

What have I done?

It's always been about building a new legacy for himself to prove he's different and better - I'm no better than them. and now he tries picking the pieces only to cough and vomit everywhere. It sprays on the ground, and he doesn't know what to do or where to go. None of it even matters. He spits on the ground trying to get the taste out of his mouth, yet nothing is even there to assist him.

But nobody has fled.

Tears pool in his eyes again as he wipes his mouth. Droplets of sweat roll down his face, and every part of his being is shaking, quivering. His lungs are on fire, and he wants nothing more than to scream.

Failure.

It's hard learning to stand when everything tries toppling him over. Every pain feels unreal, broken and shattered in the blink of an eye. Nothing justifies it or makes it better. Nothing will ever fix what's done. Perhaps this is where it all ends - he's accepted his fate long ago, but dying is terrifying.

He looks at the other three standing around, his eyes are wide as he picks up the spear he had before and looks between the two weapons.

I'm sorry. He wants to say, but right now, they don't mean a thing, and why apologize for wanting to survive when killing is the only way to make it home?

A heavy sigh leaves his chest knowing what needs to be done because this is his last chance.

I can hear death calling, but I'm not ready to answer.

He closes his eyes and takes a breath and allows his own strength to guide him.

 
table by Dars <3

Dizziness has taken over D'Arcy's world. The sword swings in her hand, seems to bounce off of a body rather than slice into it. She's barely aware of who that body may have been - the other tributes swirl in her line of vision as the world threatens to turn itself upright. Her left ear picks up a voice behind her - Baby's voice, she thinks, "We have to get to the top!" as a new pain grazes along her back.

"Agh!" she yelps out a scream of pain, her pulse pounding out from her deafened ear. The fear was forcing its way to the front of her mind now, terrified of death's arms wrapping themselves around her. She wanted nothing more than to go home, to feel her mother's embrace, to go to sleep as if none of this had ever happened.

But it had happened, and it wasn't over yet.

"I won't let you cut through me to get there!" D'Arcy wants to spin around and face Baby know, return some more of the pain the girl has inflicted on her. She grabs her sword with all of her might and starts to turn, only to have the damaged ear twist and turn the world around for her. She stumbles in her dizziness, desperate for her blade to meet its target. Unsure of where in the world that target may be.

She spots flesh though, and brings the sword toward it. Only too late does the world stop its spinning long enough for her to see that the flesh did not belong to the girl from District Nine.