It's All for the Loss [kay]
May 22, 2012 19:32:41 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on May 22, 2012 19:32:41 GMT -5
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Through each regret and each goodbye
was a mistake too great to hide
A Prelude: Upon traveling to District One to support the Earthquake efforts with the other invited Victors, Julian’s first priority was of course to find Mace. Through their phone calls, they had continued to grow closer, but all that was quickly ripped apart when Mace informed Julian about his incoming child with Aranica. Julian felt used, lied to and betrayed, and Mace, being the [not so] smooth talker he is, only perpetuated the situation further than necessary. The two of them have not spoken since, yet in the wake of this falling out, Elon became Julian’s confidant and the two have grown quite close, talking nearly every day.[/color]
It was so strange to find himself once more in the stables that held the chariots of the Opening Ceremonies, guiding his two tributes to the very one he ridden only a year prior. He had been so proud, so full of blood lust and vengeance. That Julian was hardly recognizable now. Though his lethally trained frame remained the same and his eyes remained cold and his hair golden, his heart had shifted in so many ways. As he looked around the room, the ghosts of Avon, Shrol, Reyes and the others walked all about him in what were some of the last moments of their lives. He was not truly surrounded by ghosts now though… at least not yet. Twenty-three of these children soon would be though; they would join the tributes he killed… they would join Midas.
Unfortunately, part of his duty as a mentor was to eye the competition and Glitch was now very pointedly directing him to walk about the room and size up the other tributes. She had been not only assigned to escort the tributes this year, but also with guiding Julian through his first year as a mentor. She had made it very clear just how much of a burden this task was.
He had not yet watched the full recap of the Reapings. Though he had kept an eye on the career Districts, he for the most part ignored the lowers. This time however, it was not due to his blatant disregard of an underdog District's abilities; he simply could not bring himself to see Mace Emberstatt on the screen. In fact, he could hardly bare to see Mace in person now. There was so much between them, so many unresolved feelings that Julian had been too afraid to address. He felt betrayed and used when Mace had broken down his glacial barriers and then left him so utterly exposed before dropping him back into the crimson sands of his Arena to suffer in solitude. His only solace in the few months since had come from a surprising source. When he could not bear not to call any longer, he had been met with Elon’s voice on the other side of Mace’s home phone line. Since that day, Elon had kept him up to date on Mace, but more importantly, had been a comfort to Julian in and of himself. Elon never failed to brighten Julian’s spirit and to guide him back to the present, out of his inner mind's prison, for those brief but beautiful moments. Julian often wondered just how Mace felt about those phone calls, or if he even knew…
His heart rate quickened and his stomach churned as he drew nearer District Ten’s area. He could make out Mace’s broad shoulders ahead, his back turned to Julian at the present. The knife that so often pierced his heart when Mace crossed his mind shoved itself into it’s favorite location once more as Julian felt himself yearning for Mace’s touch, the sound of his voice… the taste of his lips… His mind floundered for things he might say as he grew closer to the boy who had promised he would never have to miss him.
Suddenly though, Julian was stopped in his tracks. Something wasn’t right… because there, standing with Mace, was Elon Emberstatt… Had Mace brought him with him as a guest? His eyes quickly darted around the District Ten area. He counted the stylists... the escort... Mace… a female tribute… No…
Julian’s heart seemed to stop entirely as Mace’s knife jabbed further inside of him, and he found the world spinning while he struggled to breathe. He had to breathe though; he had to run! And he was running; Julian ran straight to Elon, leaping into his arms and wrapping his own around the tall boy’s neck. He didn’t even have time to attempt to build up his walls before the warm wetness of his tears began flowing rapidly down his cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak, but choked out merely a sob as he pressed his face against Elon’s. This could not be happening. Everyone Julian had ever cared about, any friend he had ever cherished had been ripped from his life now. Midas was gone, Clarity was as good as gone… as was Mace… and now…
“You don’t deserve this,” he cried softly into his only remaining friend’s ear. “I am so sorry, Elon. I’m so, so sorry!”
This was all some cruel joke… or a nightmare. It just had to be. Julian knew it wasn’t though. It was all just as he had told Mace on that fateful day that seemed a lifetime ago. Julian Bryze would get what he deserved. His punishment was to be alone, to suffer in solitude and silence as his penance. Elon Emberstatt had brought him too much happiness and far too many moments of parole from the Arena. The Capitol now had to take him away too, just as they did everything else.
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