{Can't} Hold It In // Kirito + Rhyme
Jun 3, 2015 17:33:08 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jun 3, 2015 17:33:08 GMT -5
Just Don't Die
The training center was packed wall to wall with tributes of every shape and size, each one more than willing to slice Kirito's body to little bite sized nibblets. Kirito could feel himself shaking as he listened to the constant clank and bangs of various weapons against the human targets. Kirito never was a very social guy, however in a situation like this his bashfulness was multiplied by ten. He was letting Katelyn down by just standing and watching. He promised her that he would try to find some others he could trust. Yet it was a lot easier said than done.
With his chest pounding rapidly against the weak walls of his rib cage Kirito headed towards a nearby knife throwing station. Kirito naturally had no desire to use these weapons, or any weapons for that matter, but he did need to try to look like he wasn't all that shitty of a tribute. Which in truth, he really was. However the others that surrounded him didn't have to know that. All that they needed to know was that he was at least attempting to use a weapon.
Shakily Kirito picked up one of the small blades and looked at its perfectly sharped tip. It truly was made to kill. It sure as hell was a lot different from the rusted and dull old knife he used to cook back home. However for some oddly and terrifying reason the knife felt comfortable within his gentle grasp. Yet Kirito was sure he wouldn't be a natural at knife throwing, that much was a guarantee.
Slowly with the knife twiddling among his fingers Kirito faced the array of targets that stood petrified before him. Even though they were far from being alive Kirito's heart was racing. The whole thought of having to throw a deadly sharp knife was sending shrills of unnatural fear through his body. He was never meant to be a fighter yet here he was with a knife in hand ready to throw. Why was the world always so backwards?
Taking in a long and shaky breath Kirito lifted his tremble hand and tried to prepare for his throw. Not too far away was one of the various targets with a nice little bulls-eye on it. Maybe in a hundred years Kirito could actually hit the outside ring. Shaking his head Kirito cleared his whole concious and just focused on the target. Then, it just flew. Right out from his hand Kirito watched as the blade clumsily spun through the air and straight into the target's shoulder with a thud.
A smile actually found it's way to Kirito's face as he realized he hit the target. He might not has killed it but it was a hell of a lot better than missing it completely as he expected he would. Perhaps there was still a glimpse of hope left for the district eleven tribute after all. Yet Kirito's mind suddenly froze as he saw a long red drop of blood looking substance drip from the blade. Kirito gasped and fell backwards with a thud. However his eyes never left the fake blood covered knife that he had thrown.
Viciously Kirito's body shook at the sight of the fake blood. Sure back in eleven he had seen worse but seeing a wound he inflicted made his stomach heave. In fact, it wasn't just his imagination. Before Kirito could prevent himself, his breakfast made a horrible unwanted reappearance in the corner where he now sat in its stench. He had made a fool of himself. All over a small amount of fake blood. How would he ever survive in the arena?