Can't Go Any Further/ Mock-Ezra Death

Can't Go Any Further/ Mock-Ezra Death Aug 29, 2011 20:11:22 GMT -5

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Post by Vulnerable on Aug 29, 2011 20:11:22 GMT -5

♫ Could you tell?♫

It was cold in this arena, dreadfully cold. It was hard to take it all, having been called into the arena, but for Ezra it seemed like another day. Even with the shivering, he had barely been affected by the three kills he’d gotten so far in this arena. For him, it was more like a tour through a place with beautiful sights to see and places to explore. Something was still missing deep down inside of his heart though, and he wasn’t sure what it was. Subconciously, he probably did know what the feeling was. Could it have been fear? The fear that he should have had when he came into the arena? The fear that had been almost absent when he was called up onto the stage and displayed as District Eight’s male tribute, a title he’d hoped to never have had. Of course, strangely, he was so close to being out of harm’s way, never needing to be a tribute after he turned nineteen. It seemed so strange that right when he was about to be out of the selection, he was suddenly selected to be this person with tons of responsibility: the biggest one was to not die in the sake of honouring his district and the Capitol. Not that he really cared for the Capitol all that much, they did set him up in this death trap on purpose after all. Standing in this empty space next to the river, he let out a sigh, watching his cold breath float up into the air and disappear into the sky, or at least, the top of the dome. He shook his head and quickly looked up at the frozen waterfall, examining it and wondering how they had done all of this. Wondering how they had managed to construct such a strange arena, or at least, find the perfect place to make an arena like this. Was the waterfall natural, or was it bound to collapse and kill? Maybe it had another purpose in the arena than what the obvious was, such as an avalanche of some sort. You could never be so sure what the game makers had in mind when it came to some of the more constructed areas of the arenas in the past, always being unpredictable in odd ways.

He recalled, a long time before he was born, there were a couple of traps that were so elaborate and scary that it was hard to point out how they had made them or what they had done to even be able to construct something like that. Maybe it was just the level of education Ezra actually had, or just the people in the rest of the Districts in general, that made them not think about the traps and how they were made. To them, they didn’t care. They didn’t want to see the cruelty and violence that the arenas themselves had, but it had passed on and on for generations, and it wasn’t going to stop now, was it? There wasn’t anything that he could do about it, but he didn’t care about the violence himself. In fact, a part of him actually liked to watch the games even if he despised the whole ‘everyone must die’ kind of thing going on and the fact that the people of Capitol actually found it to be fun to watch. Ezra didn’t watch it for fun. He watched it because he was a morbid person, and even if he took slight enjoyment out of simply watching, he did not take enjoyment after the realization that the person, the child, is gone forever, never to be seen again in their home district. It was especially disheartening to see someone from his own district, whom he may have known, be slaughtered in the games. It was like a watching a person with a terminal illness slowly be killed by the disease, in the way that watching most of the competitors in the arena be grusomely killed by one another. You also had to take in what psychological damage that that could do to a child that had only begun constructing themselves.

♫ I was left lost and lonely. ♫

It was so easy to ruin a human life in a few precious steps. If you really knew how, like Ezra did, you could ruin a life in the mere seconds that you meet or talk to a person. But this, this was beyond what Ezra could do. Ezra could not stand the blood shed, seeing a lot of his friends in the past being put into this arena, and now he was here. And he was one of many still in this arena, still waiting to die. None of them had expected to live, except maybe one or two of the careers. They were trained for this, albeit secretly, as it was very much against the rules to have trained for the games prehand. Why would they need training anyway? Could there have been a chance that they were not going to have to be in the games in the first place? Or maybe they somehow knew before hand, that they would be in one of these blasted places, ready to die, but ready to die fighting. Ezra wasn’t a career, but he felt the same way. He would die fighting these bastards, or he would win. And right now, he had the determination and drive to win. Especially with a partner at his side. A girl who he didn’t bother to remember, her name still lingering in his mind but not one that he wanted to repeat out loud, as he really didn’t care for her. And she didn’t care for him. They simply worked for a single goal to win.

Another couple of seconds of strangely looking into the ice and waiting for his partner to come back into the woods, a cannon blared, and out from the woods popped the girl, covered in blood and holding someone else’s bow and arrow. Like Ezra, she was doing what was expected of her, “Alicia?” He grumbled, examining her and nodding, “Who did you...”

“A career. I barely got away,” On her arm, a deep gash could be seen. So the blood was not someone elses, but it was her own. That would explain the look on her face, a ghastly white, as if she was dying. However, the wound didn’t hit in too much of a life threatening area. Still, she might have to somehow cover the wound and stop the bleeding, “We should stop this.”

Ezra raised both of his eyebrows, turning back to the frozen river, and examining his reflection, “Why?” Ezra toyed with the words that sprang so easily out of his mouth and towards the other girl,. radiating like heat.

“Because we’re close to the end,” Alicia drew back her bow, Ezra hearing the sound of the bow as she pointed it at him, “I think it would be best if I just kill you now.” Ezra didn’t hesitate to glance over the girl, wondering if she was serious. It looked and felt like she was. The sound of her voice was so full of malice and hate... Just like Ezra gave to others. In another instant, Ezra found himself pulling a knife out of his sleeve and tossing it at his ex-partner, only for her to swing it away with the handle of her bow and quickly pulling back the string on her bow and releasing an arrow, which came into the back of Ezra’s leg and made him collapse, on his knees in pain, on the ground. Just like him, she acted suddenly and without haste.

♫ Could you tell?♫

And yet, he wasn’t afraid of the death that was about to come to him, only in which the way it was going to be delivered. Alicia, in all honesty, was going to be sparing him from a brutal death at the hands of the other tributes. Why not take this opportunity to help someone out by killing them? But.. at the same time, to die from an an ally? It was the ultimate betrayal. “I’m sorry,” She said, walking over and kissing him on the cheek in an almost loving manner, like a mother would a child to get them to sleep.

“No, you’re not,” Ezra chuckled, listening to the sound of the string pull back again. Ezra stayed on the ground however, and he looked at the reflection of himself one last time before he could feel the arrow penetrate into his upper back, causing him to fall over onto the thin ice, plunging and sinking into the riven, unable to move a single muscle. He was powerless. He could not swim back up. In fact, he was paralyzed. He didn’t even try, simply keeping his eyes open, and waiting for the water to cause him to drown. Drowning would suffice. It had to suffice. For him, death was nothing but another long slumber, and another long wait. The water filled his lungs, and he would not feel a thing.

♫ Things don’t work out my way.♫

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