And You Must Go On // [[ DW/MZ/M Day 3 ]]
Nov 11, 2013 15:45:15 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Nov 11, 2013 15:45:15 GMT -5
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DISTRICT TEN[/b][/color]
“but there are some things, child, that you should steal. that you must steal, if you have enough love and courage in your heart. you must snatch freedom from the hands of the tyrant. you must spirit away innocent lives before they are destroyed. you must hide secret and sacred places.”
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[/color][/size][/color][/font]My hands used to fold over sheets of old paper to make planes. We'd hurl them around back gardens and through bedrooms, watching them dance in delight. I'd like to fold myself up into a plane and fly away forever - but the planes I fashioned never flew very far. Somehow they'd loop about in the air and fall a few inches away no matter how much force behind them I propelled. In the waiting room all the way back home in a land far, far away I felt paper-thin, weightless, like I was floating away from anything and everything. How much I would give to feel like that again, how much I would pay to not have the burning flail in my hands slam into flesh and tie me to this arena. (Perhaps that's what dying is like. Floating from your body into the sky, away from the pain and the suffering. If I'm to die here, I'd like it to be like that.)
But paper-plane games and distance contests are long-gone. Here, the only competition worth enacting is the fight for survival. And as they all dance against death I stand back and observe, shaking from head to toe with ragged breaths and struggling to stay standing. This isn't a fairy-tale game anymore - this is life or death, and I'll be damned if I let one of them die before me.
District Three screams at me about redemption and fire - and I smile. He lunges at me and I think I am on fire, a lick of his weapon scorching my skin for a moment. Surely this is what it must feel like, shrieks escalating all through your body and around you as one by one they all fall down. I feel heat underneath my skin, all around me, pouring from every open wound, their words not in letters but in streams of blood. Slowly I become the burning flames, embers bubbling inside of me, a fire poured with viscous gasoline strikes of metal against flesh as it deteriorates so easily. When I smacked my weapon into that boy and watched him alight it ignited, and as Lucy slices his arm off in one swift movement, it grows. I turn gold as silver threatens to strike me, orange seeping from my hair and staining my face, red covering my arms and legs. Confidence burns within me. I am the sun, fire, and everything in-between.
And I am not extinguishing this any-time soon.
"Brave words. But if not me, then who? You?" Step. "You gonna let a stranger go home in your place because he's your 'brother'?" Step. "Didn't you learn nothin' about the games in Three? Go in with family, get killed by family."
Step, step, step.
My weapon dangerously grazes the air around the boy's body - the flames against it fade away as they absorb into my being. Turning back to him with a scowl (if looks could kill he'd be dead in a heartbeat) I wave my weapons towards his 'brother' and deliver his ultimatum.
"So do it yourself!"
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attacks [storm] with [meteor hammer (flail)]
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