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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Mar 30, 2014 11:32:53 GMT -5
I ran away
I could not take the burden of both me and you
It was too fast
Casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break
When it was a promise I could not make
I could not take the burden of both me and you
It was too fast
Casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break
When it was a promise I could not make
When the anthem begins playing and the sky lights up with the faces of the dead, I don’t bother to look up. I’ve been tracking the number all along, and this Arena’s not very big - every time one of those cannons goes off, I’m always close enough to hear it.
BOOM. One cannon for the boy with the sword.
BOOM.
One cannon for the most badass chick I’ve ever met.
It’s like the skies are mourning her end, too, because it’s been raining for a few hours now. And it’s not light rain, either - the Gamemakers have opened up the heavens and let everything loose, as if they’re finally giving up the comfortable, sunny days I’ve just been getting used to. I don’t think I mind though, you know? It’s like, if someone comes up behind me right now and cuts me down, I’ll at least have lived through this moment, this feeling of the rain pounding against my skin. The drops slam so hard into my face that they sting a little, but I don’t hang my head – I lift it up to the clouds and smile, shaking my head to push the drenched hair out of my eyes.
Water.
And man, you should hear the thunder. It taunts me with every strike, and each time I think it might be another cannon. Hell, maybe it is, and other tributes are falling all around me and I don’t even know it. Maybe we’re the last group left.
The longer I walk, the more convinced I become. Me, Claude, and Lyric could be the last tributes alive in the Arena.
I try not to think about it too much, because there aren’t any signs of it. There would have to be quite a disaster for five other tributes to die in one day, and we’d be the luckiest people on earth to avoid whatever act of God sent those kids to their graves. And who knows? Maybe it is just the thunder.
For now, I ignore it. I ignore everything, really. In the back of my mind, I can steal hear Sav’s last words, can still see the way she looked when the life drifted out of her expression, can still see her body going limp in the dirt. I remember that day in the training center when we both got drunk and danced around like idiots when we probably should have been sleeping, and it makes my heart hurt. I couldn’t do anything to save her, and even if I could have, a sick part of me is glad that she died before I had to kill her myself. This system’s so fucked up, and I’m so fucked up for going along with it, but I can’t help what I’m doing. I’m not here because I enjoy watching other people die.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.
Even if I could sleep with the rain pouring down, I wouldn’t be able to. I feel like I’ve just had four giant cups of stale coffee, ‘cause there’s a bitter feeling in the back of my throat and my heart’s pounding like you wouldn’t believe. But I keep walking, because the Cornucopia will keep us dry. If we can just make it to the Cornucopia, we’ll be able to shelter ourselves against the rain.
I don’t say anything to the others as I walk, but I look back at them every so often to make sure they’re okay, make sure I’m not walking too fast.
Except one time I look back, and Claude’s missing.
”Where.. what..?” I say, stopping in my tracks and looking like an idiot as I stare at the spot where Claude should be. My eyes widen in surprise.
”He’s gone. Where did he go?” I ask, looking to Lyric as if she might know the answer. My voice rises in worry, but I don’t take any time to pause. It’s too dark to see anything, so maybe he just walked off to take a piss or something; I don’t know.
Without a second thought, I light up my axes in preparation. If something got him.. if someone got him.. they could be after us too.
And then a cannon goes off. Even with the sound of thunder raging above us, I know the sound of the cannon when I hear it this time.
Claude.
”What happened to him? What happened?” I say, turning on Lyric. ”You were closer to him! Where did he go?”
I look at her now and I can feel the pressure building behind my eyes, as if my brain’s going to burst out of my eye sockets. I’ve never felt more panicked than I do now.
Just like yesterday, it’s like a wave crashing against the shore.
I can feel myself breaking.
”I – we could be the last ones left. What if it’s just us?” I ask, looking anywhere but at Lyric’s face. My chin’s tilted towards the sky, and I’m wondering aloud, feet worriedly moving in circles as I run my a hand through my hair.
I’ll have to kill her.
And you know what’s worse?
I will.
”Lyric,” I say after a moment, locking my gaze on her face, pulling my hands down to my flaming weapons.
”I have to do this. You know why I have to do this.”
And I strike.
Attacks Lyric w/throwing axes
NyBBsyoMthrowing axe
10172 -- Deep Gash on Forearm -- 8 damage
(Thrown Axe)
Fire 1/6
1-50
Moderate burn +4
But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight
And, oh, hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight
And, oh, hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight
throwing axe�1-50
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