The Bloodbath
Jun 13, 2015 8:21:50 GMT -5
Post by ghosty on Jun 13, 2015 8:21:50 GMT -5
The morning before the games is the worst time in my life. Knowing that in that morning, anything can happen, and it could be the last morning in your life. That everything will change in about 5 hours. I'll no longer be a person, but a number on a screen, the odds on a betting sheet. That's all I am going to be, except to Sam, and Momma, and everyone else who'll be in the Arena. In there, we'll all be people, morphed with the monsters that the Capitol want us to be, be the happy little tribute who'll made the gamemakers ratings go sky rocketing through the roof. And if I want to do that is still unsure in my mind. Try and make everyone like me in the arena, be a troublemaker and set traps and cause chaos to everyone not allied with me.
But alliances can never stay together, not until the end. Just like Sam said. Cos everyone wants to get home again, to go back to their home district, see their family again. I know that I do, want to feel Sam's arms around me again, to feel the embrace of someone who loves me, not seeing the tactical advantage of me against someone else who they could ally with. Back to where manners that I was taught are some use to me again. Where common sense is in charge of everything. And despite the fear of the arena and all the careers coming to get me, I'm looking forward to getting out, and able to get a couple of steps closer to Ten.
Even when the hovercraft comes to take me to my likely death, I almost savour the butterflies inside my stomach. And I'm convinced that the confidence that I feel is for Sam, not for me. Formed in my heart to protect my mind from snapping like a twig underfoot. Because the second that I'm in there, I know that all hell will break loose, and something will break. Maybe bones, definitely life. And quite probably my head. Hopefully it won't, that I'll still have everything Sam told me in my head. Have every important memory guiding me through the next week and a bit. I trust Ripred that they will. I trust Ripred to make it past at least the bloodbath, the wall of death that greets us all. Some become part of the wall, and others are running from the wall. And some, are crushed by the wall. I want to be in the second group. I'm not suited for the first, and not prepared for option 3. And then, the tube begins to rise, and the arena that could as well be my grave comes into view.
And it's literally a desolate wasteland, mixed with a touch of gold. Everyone else is here, everyone wanting to kill everyone, just so one person can go home. And as the voice counts down, towards blood and anger and chaos, I spot Geo, and Gabrielle and Tybalt in ring of tributes. I want to gravitate towards them, towards the people that I trust, I know. I wave goodbye to my innocence. I almost shed a tear for Momma and Sam. I kick all my fear into a cupboard. I hear a gong, and run into a madhouse.
[abel maclaren enters the seventieth bloodbath.]
But alliances can never stay together, not until the end. Just like Sam said. Cos everyone wants to get home again, to go back to their home district, see their family again. I know that I do, want to feel Sam's arms around me again, to feel the embrace of someone who loves me, not seeing the tactical advantage of me against someone else who they could ally with. Back to where manners that I was taught are some use to me again. Where common sense is in charge of everything. And despite the fear of the arena and all the careers coming to get me, I'm looking forward to getting out, and able to get a couple of steps closer to Ten.
Even when the hovercraft comes to take me to my likely death, I almost savour the butterflies inside my stomach. And I'm convinced that the confidence that I feel is for Sam, not for me. Formed in my heart to protect my mind from snapping like a twig underfoot. Because the second that I'm in there, I know that all hell will break loose, and something will break. Maybe bones, definitely life. And quite probably my head. Hopefully it won't, that I'll still have everything Sam told me in my head. Have every important memory guiding me through the next week and a bit. I trust Ripred that they will. I trust Ripred to make it past at least the bloodbath, the wall of death that greets us all. Some become part of the wall, and others are running from the wall. And some, are crushed by the wall. I want to be in the second group. I'm not suited for the first, and not prepared for option 3. And then, the tube begins to rise, and the arena that could as well be my grave comes into view.
And it's literally a desolate wasteland, mixed with a touch of gold. Everyone else is here, everyone wanting to kill everyone, just so one person can go home. And as the voice counts down, towards blood and anger and chaos, I spot Geo, and Gabrielle and Tybalt in ring of tributes. I want to gravitate towards them, towards the people that I trust, I know. I wave goodbye to my innocence. I almost shed a tear for Momma and Sam. I kick all my fear into a cupboard. I hear a gong, and run into a madhouse.
[abel maclaren enters the seventieth bloodbath.]