at the gates of hell // yaa&andy [day 5]
Aug 12, 2013 21:11:47 GMT -5
Post by semper on Aug 12, 2013 21:11:47 GMT -5
when the north wind moans thro' the blind creek courses
and revels with harsh, hot sand,
I loose the horses, the wild red horses,
I loose the horses, the mad, red horses,
and terror is on the land
It’s over – it’s really over. Three bodies lie motionless and one of them has no head thanks to me. Anima trembles in my hand, blackened blood dripping from the blade. At my feet lies the head of someone that used to be living, just like me, breathing and seeing and hearing and thinking and living. What was running through her mind right before Anima cut through her neck? Was she thinking of her home, whatever district it was, remembering all the fun times she had there? Or was she cursing me, damning my very existence as the blade started to cut her skin? My stomach twists into knots as I look down at her headless body, blood all over the rocks; I see her spine, the tendons, the pulpy muscle, strings of veins hanging out – a nauseous feeling sweeps over me and I cover my mouth with the crook of my elbow, biting back the bitter taste of bile and quickly turning away.
The other body nearby is Luci. Blood is all over her too but it’s nowhere near as grotesque of that girl I beheaded. Her eyes are open but staring blankly at the fake sky. I stick Anima’s tip on the ground and use it to help me kneel down beside her. So this is what Yaa felt like when she saw Deimos die. I set my jaw and lay the sword down beside me, hovering silently over her lifeless form.
Luci was the last piece of home I had here. I still remember seeing her on the stage, that odd look in her eyes; in all my life I don’t remember anyone ever being brave enough to volunteer to die for someone else. And now here she is, the brave little Luci, robbed of the thing most precious to everyone back home. I wonder who in Five is crying now, mourning the loss of their little girl, or friend, or crush, or whoever. There’s no doubt in my mind that there’s people who wish I was the one lying lifeless on the rocks and she the one hovering over me. What’s going through my siblings’ heads? Are they breathing a sigh of relief that I’m able to live through this hell for just a little bit longer? Honestly I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to stand through this. I reach out and ever so gently close her eyelids. Soon she’ll be taken away and cleaned up enough to be taken back to Five and I know I’ll be lying beside her soon, even paler from death. Soon we’ll both be headed home, side by side, just as we came here. ”I’ll see you at home, okay?”
I use Anima to get back up and turn around, avoiding looking at the headless corpse, focusing my attention now on Yaa. She took a lot of attacks during that fiasco like I did during the bloodbath and she even lost a hand. Oh, hell, do I know what that feels like. I quicken my pace and make it over to her, seeing the bloody stump that’s oh so familiar and starts working up the nauseous feeling in my stomach again. ”Lemme see your hand.” Or, rather, what’s left of it. I sit down on the rock and pull her stump into my lap and do my best with my one hand to work with the needle and thread, biting my lip in concentration while I try to stitch up the stump. I know it hurts but it’ll feel a lot better in the long run. I patch it up as best I can, gingerly wiping off stray droplets of blood but only managing to smear it around more. It won't do much but at least I tried; then I take out a roll of bandage and start carefully wrapping up the stump like she did with a scarf on mine and I hope the light pressure will make it feel better.
”What do we do now, Yaa?”
yea, the south wind sobs among the drowned creek courses
for sorrows no man shall bind---
ah, god! for the horses, the black plumed horses,
dear god! for the horses, death's own pale horses,
that raced in the tracks behind
A Gallop of Fire, Marie E J Pitt
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