Blood springs eternal {Half-baked vs. Bufflebara, Day 2}

Turn tail and run. Thats what we did. We couldn't find her, her blonde hair was no where to be seen so we left. Ingrid lead us through the depth of the spiny green forest, our body twisting and bending to get past the spines that wanted nothing more than to make a home in our skin. Occasionally your skin scraps a bit hard against the spines making a small groan escape the cage of your lips. You were at the back of this conger line, Potato in the middle. You were still unsure, unsure of the intentions of the two Districts eleven. They were from the same place would they really want you around? Of course they would. They wanted you with them, be strong, be brave, believe in yourself. You are not just a piece of shit from the sidewalks. You had earned their trust, their resect. The words are only to you, your lips miming them as they fill your mind.

You look up again at Potato’s back and you remember the time you had tried to teach him that ninja roll or whatever you call it. You remember his sole and how polite he had been… He wouldn't try and kill you in your sleep. He was a decent- but this was the games, a creation by the Capitol…. It changed everybody. Sighing you push the thoughts to the back of your mind. You had had enough worrying about it for one day. For now you were safe, following the people from eleven though the column of green.

The heat beats down onto your skin making it burn, their was no shade here, the plants not tall enough to conceal your body from the suns touch. Of course it had to be like this, of course nothing went right, nothing made us feel comfortable. Spitting on the ground you finally see what looks like it might be the end to this spiny forest. A small smile plays on your lips and you pick up the pace a bit, coming up so that you were right behind Potato. “Is this the end? No more spiny ass trees? Please say yes.” Your voice is hopeful as you try to peak over the tall shoulder of your ally. You cant see over him of course but that doesn't matter because after a few steps you are clear from the imprisonment of the spines and a blast of rater chilly air bites at your skin. You hadn't realise that the sun had crept blow the horizon. You shiver and move to hug yourself tightly.

Ingrid takes a seat, placing her bag behind her before laying down and using it as some sort of pillow. You watch as she closes her eyes only to be interrupted by the blaring music that was to be the anthem. You fight the urge to roll your eyes before taking a seat, using the bag as a chair, your hand always hovering close to your blade. You watch as five faces appear into the sky. Five faces of those who had not made it past the first day. You heart squeezes as the face of Cystine, your district partner s shown to you. You knew he had fallen, you had watched as Ingrid as thrusted her whip at him because you were bot to do the same…. You look away from the sky and place your face in your hands. You stay like this, your heart racing, your throat aching your body numb to everything that was happening around you.

You had tried to kill someone that you had promised your self to stay away from.

The next time you open your eyes the sun has begun to crept above the horizon, its fingers grazing the earth which was to be our new home for ‘adventure.’ You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment before climbing to your feet and throwing your bag over your shoulder. You were no longer surrounded by spiky plants but tall pillars of red earth. Your tongue claps onto the top of your dry mouth as you watch Ingrid takes a step forward and place a steady hand on its surface before pulling back almost immediately, a loo if disappointment painting her features. Curiously you do the same thing, your fingers slowly reaching your to touch the surface of the red stone. As soon as your fingers connect your del and intense burnt sensation and you pull away. Damn those things are hot. Wiping your hand on your pants you quickly catch up to your allies.

”Abominations.”

The word escapes Ingrid’s lips and you look at her in surprise only to see that her eyes were concentrated on the two beasts that had come up before us. They were broad creatures. Horns that looked like they were made for spearing flesh. You swallow hard and take a step back as Ingrid moves forwards, her blade in hand- “Ingrid be careful!” You shout before curing and grabbing your blade. “Come on Potato we have to help her.” Potato could have been two steps ahead of you for all you knew and you could have been talking to yourself, but that didn't matter right now, what mattered was help Ingrid, and defeating the two beasts. “this is going to hurt, a title,” you murmur as you come up behind Ingrid, pushing your blade out to dig into the flesh of the beast.

[attacks bufflebra #1]
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[Shallow Cut on Neck -- 4.0 damage]

Ingrid moves out the way, her knife slicing the surface of the beasts skin. But as she moves the beast lashes out at her, its hoove catching her body. Your lips open slightly in an O shape before you lash out with your own blade watching it create a thin line of red against the beasts dark fur. It was like you were painting onto its skin, painting with crimson paint in long jagged lines. An image that effected the way you felt. You pull way from the beast escaping any further attack, your heart racing in your chest making your blood run fast with energy.

Behind you, you see the ear of one of the mutts hit the dusty ground. Ruby drops rained towards the ground as the beast screamed in pain, its angry eyes turning towards Potato. Your heart drops and you want to scream out for Potato move, to doge but you cant find the words so you just silently scream.

You had experienced death before. You knew what death was like, hell you had killed those Avoxes back in the Capitol. But it had all felt so different back then. The death of screaming, burning flesh was so much different to the rather quid one of knives and swords. In a way it felt like a totally different scenario, one that you would prefer. You didn't want to have to see fire again. Never again. You had gotten your revenge, you had cooked those avoxes until they were nothing but a crisp and you had left the room to lay in your own vomit. Images of what you had just done burnt into the lids of the back of your eyes like a brand. Thinking about it now makes your stomach churn and you forcefully push it to the back of your mind.

Your hands shake, the knife bouncing around in your loose grasp. There was no way you were going to be able to hit something firmly when you couldn't even control your own blade, you had to- little, girl, little girl, the voice is nothing but a whisper into your ear. Why not put the knife down, your know, on the group and place yourself right in front of those dangerous looking hors? they look like they cloud slice through the flesh of your bones in the matter of moments. You would die painfully, your life begin sucked away from you with each dying breath, but wouldn't it be fun? Wouldn't it be fun to feel its solid surface break your skin? Come on little girl, do it? Remember, you cant trust these two, remember? The other one, what was he name again- Siren? Look at her, she has already ditched and i bet the next time you see her she is going to be smiling when she tries to remove that pretty little head from those shoulders? So why not… why not end it all?

Siren. Ditched. Kill. The voice had gone on and on and those were the only words I had heard. Siren, that bitch! Had she really ditched us, left us waiting for her when she knew that there was a huge chance that we could have been devoured by those career tributes? She should have looked harder. You wanted to see her, you wanted to scam at her to tell her to go fuck that boy in District four as it seems he is worth so much more than you, than Ingrid, than Potato.

Suddenly your hands were no longer shaking, a new found anger cursing through your veins. “We’re not going to fuckin die by these monsters! Capitol is going to have to try better than this!” with a scream you run towards the one in which you had attacked earlier,distracting it from attack Potato and Ingrid. You aim your blade at its skin your mind thinking about nothing but painting another stroke of crimson paint onto the surface of its skin.

[attacks Appa]
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[Stabbed in Calf -- 8.5 damage]

Your blade digs deep, burying itself into the flesh of the mutation. An animalistic screech escapes it lips and it takes all you have not to let go of your imbedded blade and cover your ears. It hurt, though, to hear such a sound come from the mouth of this animal because you were the one who inflicted the pain. It hurt to think that it was because of you this animal was like this- but it was because of the animal you were doing this. It attacked you, it attack Ingrid and Potato and you would not let that go. But there was a stronger urge pushing you through this now. This beast, this beast was stopping you from seeing Siren, from seeing the girl who could have cost you your life and the life of the only people that you could actually look to too care about in this place and you weren't going to let that slip by. Your mother once told you that you were a girl who had trouble letting go of grudges and how right she was. You couldn't let it go, you had to see her, to rip her throat out with your own hands because people like her deserved no place in the world. People like Potato and Ingrid did though, because they were kind. Yes you still may have trouble trusting them, but in all honesty that had let you join them. They didn't know you but yet they have put their trust in your hands, so even if you couldn't exactly become best buds with them you would respect them and try your best to prolong their life…

You look up in time to see the beast that you had been attack run towards Potato crashing into his body. Even from here you can hear the sickening crack that comes from Potato. It was the sound of bone breaking. Your heart flies into your chest and you steam out to him, your eye swimming with worry. “Potato? Potato are you okay?” You scream running over to his side, your heart racing in your chest. You clutch your knife tightly, drops of scarlet flying in all directions as you reach his side. “Are you-“

Your words ate cut off as something solid and sharps rams itself into your body. You are no longer on your feet the air beside Potato now occupied by one of the beasts. Your body hits the ground hard, knocking your breath out of you, making it extremely hard to breathe. It hurt. It hurt so much. You mouth opens and you want to scream but nothing comes out, your mouth just stands agape in a silent scream. Tears fill your eyes as you struggle to breathe, as you struggle to handle the pain which seem to be spreading through you like wild fire.

Slowly you manage to gain some control over you body, your head looking down to examine the reason to why you felt like your whole arms was in a pot of boiling water. Instantly you are struck by the amount of blood that was flowing from your body rapidly. It was like your arm was another canvas in this arena and that the mutt who had begun its creation was one filled with anger and pain. At the set of the ruby liquid your head begins to spin and you feel like you are about to faint. Your body court handle this, you weren't used to pain. Yes your mind had tried to end your life countless times but each time Ruby had stepped in to stop the and you always ended up safe- where was she now.

Hastily you try to climb to your feet, your knife shaking in your grasp. You are on your hands and knees now, and as you try t stand your body has a different idea and decides that this is a great moment to expel the contents of your stomach- which was close to nothing- out into the ground in front of you. Your throat burns as the bile climbs, your whole body tensing as it retched trying to expel the foul liquid.

Gathering all the strength you can you manage to climb to your feet. You watch as Ingrid’s blade nicks the surface of the beast that had broken Potato’s wrist but you don't focus your eyes on it you turn to the one that had sliced your bloody arm open. Swallowing your pain you try to clasp your knife tightly, your body moving toward the beast.

[attacks naga]
z6qjANkkknife
[Shallow Cut on Left Bicep -- 3.5 damage]

Your feet stumble as you move towards the beast which and shred your arm making it hard to keep your balance. But you keep moving, your body determined to pain a new line into the mutts skin. You had to right? You wanted to live you wanted to make it out of this alive. Lunging forward the beast notices your attack and manoeuvres its body so that your blade only just nicks the top of its arm. With the momentum you stumble forward. One bloody attack and you feel like you are the walking dead. You were weak, you weren't string. What had victor meant when he said that you were strong? Had he just been truing to sooth your beating heart because he knew that you didn't stand a choice? And what about Rafe- had he said the things he did because he knew that you weren't going to make it home and he didn't want to frighten you? You were pathetic.

Grunting you stand up straight, your body aching under the heat of the sun. You mouth felt like it hadn't seen water in days, you tongue lie a wooden board desperate to be soaked by rain. You try to lick your lips but only get a mouthful of dust. This was a nightmare, this was really a night mare. It was just like when my family was killed. Death and pain and helplessness all mingled into one. You cast your gaze over to Potato and you could tell that he was mad. You look away, your eyes finding Ingrid as she ran towards the beast which was slowly becoming weaker- like yourself…. Maybe there was hope. You watched as she ran and it dodge but she didn't even pause before turning around and arming her blade into its skin one last time. Thats when it fell, is body hitting the sand with a loud thump. You expected it to get back you, to bad its teeth and lash out at the girl from eleven. But it doesn’t, it doesn't move, its lifeless. Dead.

Despite yourself a smile plays on your lips because you feel like there is hope. You feel like you guys could make it out of here alive. Turning away from Ingrid you notice at the last moment as the body of the other beast rams into you- hard. Before it had reached you you had put up your left hand, in efforts to block the beasts advance but that seemed to be a mistake as it didn't slow down making your wrist bend back in an awaked way. A grunt of pain escapes your lips and you jump back from the beast. Moving your wrist causes sharp pains to climb up your arm, but you knew it wasn't broken because first all you could move the damn thing and second you knew that you cold be in agony if a bone had of snapped.

Clasping your blade tighter in your hand you run at the beast once again, new hope flowering in your chest. You don't scream out like you have before, you just ran at the beast silently, you eyes blazing. You wanted to end this, you had to end this.

[attacks naga]
HZEmtDbrknife
[Severed Thumb on Left Hand -- 8.5 damage]