Carex Death Post

When Carex Julian was a boy, his father took him into the woods to teach him how to hunt. Mr. Julian believed that Carex would never be able to support his family if he couldn't hunt for food and his lumber-jacking career didn't work out. Getting through the fence was the tricky part, but there was a small section where the electricity was out of commission due to a large animal attempting to penetrate the barrier and wreak havoc on the citizens of District 7. Anyway, the Peacekeepers weren't aware of the malfunction so it was safe, for that time at least.

Young Carex had difficulty scaling the fence, but with the help of his father he safely made it across. Carex was incredibly lucky Peacekeeper towers weren't around that area. Immediately after they both landed on the forest floor, Mr. Julian gave Carex a few ground rules and techniques for hunting down prey, such as proper footing in order to decrease leaves crunched and the perfect way to hold the bow to maximize accuracy.

They walked for a while, before Mr. Julian held his arm out, stopping Carex from taking another step. A rabbit, small and fluffy, hopped a long the forest floor. Carex's father motioned for him to make the move. Carex fit the arrow into its slot, pulling the string back. Clenching his hand into a fist, his cheek bone fit snugly between Carex's thumb and index finger. Raising his index and middle fingers, the arrow shot forward, hitting the rabbit and instantly killing it. Carex felt horrified, killing the innocent white puffball minding it's own business. But he knew it had to be done.

This is how Carex felt the moment he released the arrow which sprung was fired at Ara. Oh god, what had he done? The arrow appeared to be going in slow motion as it made it's way to the small tribute. Carex had tried to kill a little girl. Carex didn't think of the consequences, and frankly he didn't care. But wait, he did care. One large fact hat scratched at his mind the moment after he had fired. The only possible way a 12-from-12 (a term used in District 7 and probably other districts meaning certain death) could have made it thus far to the Final 8. A monstrous alliance.

Carex's thoughts were cut short, as finally the arrow had collided with its target. Thankfully, it only lodged itself in her shoulder. Still painful, but nothing too serious. "I...I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..." Carex said, in-between breaths. He genuinely was sorry, he truly was, but Aranica would never know that. He had shot her, and he deserved any punishment from her.

Carex turned to Shanks, intending to plead for help once more. But, he just stood there. He stood there, making no effort to help his most recent ally. Of course, he knew the larger longer, but how did they treat them? Of course, there was Aranica who probably spent most of her time talking to rocks, bless her heart. This Drusilla girl, how can someone that nasty have a soft spot for anyone? The other 2 boys appear to be closer, but they weren’t as overjoyed to see Shanks alive as they were the other girls. Carex was actually the better choice to ally up with, but Shanks had already made his choice. Carex’s eyes turned cold, as he glared at Shanks. ”You…you pansy! You’re too afraid of them to actually do the right thing? Who’s to say they won’t turn on you the moment they finish me off?” Carex was flaring now, and he was sure flames would spout out his ears at any moment. Carex stifled a laugh, then said “We are all truly alone in this world, aren’t we?”

Carex turned to face Aranica, but Drusilla was already in front of him. What happened next was occurred so quickly it was as though it never happened. Her sword was level with his eyes, and pointed straight at them. Carex let out a gasp as the blade was thrust forward. The first thing he felt was intense pain. Then, nothing. Carex looked around. Everyone was there, some with horrified looks on their faces. The only possible conclusion was that Drusilla, the ruthless career, had indeed missed. What about the pain, you may ask? Carex had imagined it. “Missed me.” Carex’s tone was cocky, but he couldn’t help it. He felt as though he was on top of the world. Invincible. “Try harder next time, okay babe?” Drusilla completely ignored him, saying something along the lines of ”She’s mine, you got that?” The odd thing was, Drusilla had looked down while spitting out the words. “Hey, bitch. Look me in the eyes the next time you speak to me!” Drusilla remained untouched by his comments, so he resorted to physical abuse. He attempted to punch her in the face, but something utterly horrifying had happened to him. His hand went straight through her face.

Carex was stunned and frightened about the events that had recently happened. What the hell was going on? The red-headed short doctor boy spoke, saying ”Go to hell” in the same direction Drusilla spoke. Carex followed his gaze to the ground, where his mouth dropped. It was him, lying in a pool of blood. Eyeless. Carex couldn’t move. He was left there watching his body as tributes all around him make nasty remarks regarding him as he just stood and listened.. Carex did what he feared, and he died alone with no one that cared about him. Before taking off with Daniel, Carex had seen Semper take Papero’s district token as a sign of respect. No one here would do that for him. Carex closed his eyes, hoping it would all go away.

And it did. When Carex re-opened his eyes, he was still in the jungle, yes. But all the tributes were gone, including his own lifeless body. The mountain of items was also gone, so it was just Carex and nature. And then he heard it. It was faint, but it was there. A giggle. Carex sprinted in the direction the laugh was coming from, hoping to find its source. The scene changed as he was running, from tropical palm trees to simple pine trees from back…home! Carex emerged into a large meadow, filled with lumberjacks chopping down trees. Carex knew this spot all too well, as he spent every waking hour here before volunteering for the Games. He used to hate it here, but the arena changed the way he thought of home and how truly lucky he was. Simultaneously, the workers stopped what they were doing and waved to Carex. He waved back, a smile planted on his face. He had no idea how much he missed them when he was in the arena, but seeing them here now filled him with incredible joy.
The giggling started again, louder this time and with more voices dwindled together. He started sprinting again, and found himself at his house. Strange, as the walk from the meadow to home usually took longer, as Carex remembered. Either way, Carex bolted through the familiar front door into his house.

”Dad? You here?” Carex called, looking around his house in search of his father. After coming up empty, Carex turned and started out the door, before hearing the faint sound of a chuckle coming from upstairs. Carex flew up the stairs to the source, his feet barely touching the wooden steps as the laughing grew closer and louder. Carex arrived in his room, which was completely bare; his dresser, bed, carpet were all gone. Instead, a single person stood, their back facing him, as they looked out the window. ”He…hello?” he asked cautiously, confused at the stranger being in his room. She turned around, and Carex immediately recognized her.

”Zanne?” The figure nodded, staying silent. Her face was still beautiful, despite the plentiful scars and cuts that scattered about. Her amazing hair was long, filled with twigs and dirt. She hadn’t changed a bit from the moment she died. What frightened Carex the most was the deep gash across her neck, blood endlessly pouring out. A gift from Carex himself that ended her life. “I…I’m so sorry…” Zanne lifted a finger, silencing him by pressing it to her lips. With the same hand, she slowly pressed her fingers to her palm repeatedly. A wave. Before Carex could react, the floorboards began falling one by one. Carex looked down, expecting the small space they called a kitchen. But there was nothing- just a deep abyss of pure darkness. Suddenly, the floorboards beneath his feet gave way as he was left to spiral to god knows what. After falling for what seemed like forever, Carex finally landed. His body ached from the fall- the second most painful thing he had ever experienced. Brown tiles covered the area all around him; the floor, the walls, the ceiling. All squares. The room was bare, besides the large white door situated in the center of the room. Amazingly, it wasn’t connected to any of the walls. Carex stood up and made his way to the door. He reached out to grab the large brass knob, but instead it flew open himself. A blinding light seeped out, causing him to close his eye or a second. When his eye finally readjusted to the light, a beautiful woman stood in the middle of the doorway. Her blonde hair fell beneath her shoulders in curls in a way Carex had never seen. Her blue eyes shone, just like his, and Carex swore he saw the ocean while looking through them. An elegant white dress covered her semi-tanned body, making her eyes shine even more. Carex knew who this woman was.

”Mom!” The woman smiled at him, her teeth as white as the dress. ”Yes, Carex. It’s me.” This couldn’t be possible, Carex thought. His mother had been dead for years. And then he remembered the fateful jungle scene. ”Am I…dead?” His mother chuckled, shaking her head. ”No, sweetie. You have only just been born.” Carex swallowed, not sure of what to make of this. He truly was killed back there. ”Come,” she said. “It’s time to start your journey.” Carex nodded, taking the hand she offered out to him. He stepped through the doorway, feeling the warmth of the light into his now bare and pain free body.
And damn, did it feel good.

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A small girl ran through the field of crops, dragging her mother behind her. They looked nearly exactly the same: The infamous District 11 dark skin, their long black hair, and glowing brown eyes. Her mother had grown older now, and rarely did anything other than tend to the farm. The girl, however, was filled with the youth of a 6 year old and could definitely run faster than her mother. “C’mon momma, ya’ gotta’ see sumptin’!” she exclaimed, pulling her mother’s arm so hard it could have fallen off. The mother tried to keep up, laughing nonstop as she did so.

“Okay, okay, just slow down!” The little girl did not, in fact, slow down. She kept running until she made it to the center of the field. This was the location of the urgent thing that her mother had to see.

”Look ma, it sprouted!” The girl pointed at a small plant: the only one on the entire farm that wasn’t for eating. The farm was necessarily “big”, but they had gotten a reasonable sum of money for it that they could live the average life of District 11; Not too rich, but not poor either.

”Well I’ll be darned. It sure did.” the woman squeezed her daughter shoulders, remembering the day they bought the seeds for the plant. It was only 5 letters, but it was a very peculiar name that they would never forget.

It was called Carex.