Miner 49ers {Day 5 Feast}

Everything was a mess. Blades were flying everywhere and the minimal amount of light made it hard to tell what was actually happening. Your blade barely grazers one of the flying beats, making it faltered sightly, its body dipping, its wing not working as swiftly as it had been a moment ago. You reach yup to cover your eyes, scared that the claws of the beast may strike a weak point. The two people which had jumped on May barely even cause her to flinch as she lunges for Potato, her axe digging deep into his skin. You scream at her to stop, to leave him alone because he did not deserve anymore pain, not him, not you and not Ingrid. Ingrid had been lucky so far, managing to dodge painful attacks that had been aimed at Potato and I and you were grateful that she has not been hurt because you would not wish this pain upon anyone- so why were you attacking people? Why had you attacked Nocturne yesterday? You had inflicted that sort of pain on him- because he was threatening your survival.

People did things that they would regret when it came to survival, they did things that you would never believe they were capable of. You never thought that you would ever be able to swing a blade at another human begin, but when it came down to you surviving, or them, you had swung without any hesitation.

As you did now, swining your blade at one of the bats which had attacked you and your allies just moments ago.

[attack siesta]
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[Severed Left Calf at Knee -- 9.0 damage]

Your blade soars right threw the beast, spitting it in half. Blood and guts rain down upon you and you let out a grunt of disgust. This was the first life you had taken since you stepped foot in this arena. It may not be a human life, but it was a life the same, one taken by your hand. You know had blood on your hands, blood that you would never be able to wash off. You give your hand a shake, crimson liquid scattering in all different directions and falling to the ground like red rain. Death. It symbolises death, the way it coats the dark ground in color, painting everything in its path. You look up, exhaustion burring itself into your limbs, your chest pounding, your stomaching aching from the deep gash inflicted yesterday and you take notice that there was still more death to come and your may be one of them.

Your eyes connect with Ingrid’s and she gives you a nod as the blood that rains down around you finally settles, uneven puddles of red on the ground. You nod back but you are not sure she even see’s it as she bounces back into the fight, her spear head digging into the arm of a girl who looked even more gone than yourself. You watch as the girl falls to the ground, the sound of a cannon filling your ears. That has to be the third person who has fallen by Ingrid’s hands now. The first one was during the bloodbath- you think it was Cystine, but you cant quite remember. The second one was Nocturne, his body no longer able to fight on as Ingrid shoved her blade threw his flesh for the last time, now this girl, her body so small and lifeless on the ground.

She looked so innocent and harmless… is that how you will look when you die? your body crushed useless, so small and innocent? will the person who claims your life feel regret? Will they hate the fact that they severed your bound to this world, or would they be like Ingrid, not even a change in facial expression. You had no idea who she was feeling as she never talked about it, to be honest, she never talked much at all, her words usually threats to the people who threatened her and your and Potato’s life. Often you found yourself wandering what she would be like if you got to know her more, would you like her and her reserved personality?

Sighing you push the thought to the back on your mind, your eyes flying around to find your ned target. This must have been the first helpful thing you had done, taking down one of the beasts. It was your fist kill, when everyone else in your alliance had kill 3 to four things, weather it be a fellow tribute or a creation of the Capitol. Finally you had been able to save their life, just like they had your countless times.

The pain in your body almost seems to fade slightly as you feel a new wave of energy rash into your body like an angry wave of the ocean.

Well that was short lived.

Pain surges through the back of your left though and your fall the ground, your knees hitting first, than your front. Rolling onto your side you clutch your thigh tightly, the pain that surges threw you is something that felt so familiar, but that didn't seem to stop he way a scream escapes your lips, or the way it felt like the darkness was coming back, making your limbs eel heavy, making your body burn. You are no longer screaming from the outside, but the inside. Your screams echoing around your skull instead of the mine shaft in which you lay.

A cannon sounds.

Are you dead?

You didn't feel dead, I mean the psi that is surging through you is only becoming stronger. When you died weren't you meant to be tossed into a world of peace? even if it was just an endless darkness that darkness wouldn't filled with pain, right? Than why were you hurting so much? and why the hell could you still feel and hear everything that was happening around you-

Then you see it, the body of the girl who had just tried to server your tie between the living and the dead. She was face down on the ground, her body limp; lifeless. She was dead. You were alive. Alive. Alive alive alive alive. For the second time in the space of two days you wee on the brink of death, but not in deaths hands yet. You could feel the darkness, climbing through your body, dancing around on the edge of your vision.

“Potato…” You try to call out his name, your hands weakly clutching the hilt of your sword. You guys needed to get out of here, Ingrid Potato and you couldn't hang around any longer. Three had already died, wouldn't the game markers be please with that for now. “Po… potato…. In... Ingrid...”

Once again your world is plunged into darkness, your dreams only consisting of the endless agony which ripped your body to shreds. Fire would not be your downfall, you were unlike your family… Blades and humans and the capitol would be your downfall and their was no way you would get to refuse.


[sonja flees]
[sonja uses f/a on self -3]
[ingrid give sonja f/a -3]
[sonja uses n/t that potato gives her on self -5]
[sonja uses the 5ft of bandages that potato gives her on self -1]
[sonja receives boots from potato]
[sonja receives golden frame from potato]