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Both From Hell Itself // Kirito + Katelyn Aug 16, 2015 15:13:37 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Aug 16, 2015 15:13:37 GMT -5

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victor of the 70th hunger games

Pinches of tear pricked through every inch of Kirito's skin as the elevator door finally slid shut. Kirito could feel his body shaking as his hands buried their palms into his eyes. No tears dared to spill over his eyes because all he wanted was to just vanish. To be somewhere that no one could find him or remind him of the horrors he had seen and preformed. Kirito felt like he had lost any sort of tethers to the earth as he floated through the misty dark of victory.

A scream from deep within the chasms of Kirito's head bellowed out as panic rushed through his veins. Then another scream and another scream and then more and more piled up created on crescendo of total horror. Twenty three individual screams fused into on cacophonous roar of torture as Kirito's fingers dug harshly into his hair.

The sound of Finter's voice sent Kirito reeling back to reality only to find no relief there as well. Death was devouring him with grief as its teeth. Every single bite sent waves of pain and sadness through Kirito as he crumbled more and more from within. Even beneath the clean surface of his hands Kirito could still see blood oozing from them as it dripped to the floor. Every single heart beat reminded him of one thing. Twenty three others died for that beat.

Finally Kirito let his hands fall limp to his side as the room began to close in around. The scent of metallic blood filled his nostrils as his eyes spun wildly around. Not even the concerned calls from Finter could break Kirito free. Faces of Wyatt and Key and Rhyme and Circe all circled around him watching him. Always watching always blaming. It was all too much it was sinking him so deep in grief that couldn't breath. He was drowning in the regret of being alive.

A slight ding of the elevator sounded like the fearsome roar of a canon to Kirito's ears as he stumbled away quickly. Worried words from his Stylists and Finter echoed through the shaking hallways as Kirito ran. Freezing hands reached out from every direction as they all called his name. "Kirito." "Kirito." "You killed us Kirito."

Sweat was pouring from Kirito as he slammed the door to a smaller office shut behind him. However no door could hold back the whispers of the others as they continued to cry out to him. Even Circe no longer seemed to shine brightly. He had destroyed he glow of passion when she died. Rhyme wouldn't even dance any more for all she did was cried. Everything was broken and backwards all because he had...

DONG! DONG! DONG!

Kirito felt his body go stiff as his ears finally heard the slight sound of ticking behind him as the hour bells stopped ringing. Wide eyed Kirito turned to face the smaller glass paneled clock tower. Images of anthems, Imp's burning body, and gun shots all reverberated from just looking at the horrid device. Kirito could feel his hands turn into balls as his teeth dug into his cheeks.

Pain soared through Kirito's fists as the sound of shattering glass roared through the building. Screams of horror from some where outside echoed in Kirito's ears as he continued to shatter every last shard. Yet breaking the glass wasn't just enough for the clock was still ticking, It was suppose to be broken he had seen it crumble to the ground. Seconds later Kirito slammed the wooden frame against the floor as wood shards flew across the room and the ticking finally ceased.

Only once silence returned did Kirito fall to the floor and coil himself into a ball. Kirito didn't even try to turn around and look at who was entering the room as blood seeped out of the cuts on his knuckles and onto the wooden floor. Pieces of glass shimmered with scarlet blood all around him as he mumbled quietly to himself. "The clock was suppose to be broken. The clock was suppose to be broken. It was suppose to be broken like me." Tears finally began to fall from Kirito's eyes as the footsteps behind him gradually grew closer.

There is a Key to every gate and every exit,
yet every Key has its own cost.

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Both From Hell Itself // Kirito + Katelyn Aug 17, 2015 21:10:46 GMT -5

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Post by charade on Aug 17, 2015 21:10:46 GMT -5

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Katelyn

Persimmon

He'd barely been back a day.

And in that time, he'd been worked on by the Capitol doctors for most of it. They had plenty to fix of course, not even counting the gouged eye. It was a morbid thought, but she wondered whether he'd be getting a glass eye like Lethe Turner or if he'd just keep the eyepatch. She had her own scars of course, a jagged wound on her throat that had narrowly missed destroying her voice box, and suspected nerve damage to her arms after all of the hits they had taken, but that was paltry compared to most of the other victors.

Scars did not really compare to missing limbs.

When she had been reaped, one of her first thoughts was that district eleven did not produce victors. But now, after winning in back to back years, that was no longer true. Just as Leon Krigel had broken district four's losing streak, so had she broken eleven's; Kirito continuing it. Six, seven and eight were the only victorless districts now, and the first two in no small part because of district eleven. They'd despise her, Kirito, and her home to some degree, that she knew.

It was a lot to think about while riding in an elevator, but it was hard not to have thoughts of Kirito and everything that his victory entailed. She stepped into his room to find it thrashed. That was fine. She had split her knuckles punching the walls. "The clock was suppose to be broken. The clock was suppose to be broken. It was suppose to be broken like me." That was probably true, but it didn't have to be. She wondered if he'd ever look at clocks the same way. Last winter had brought memories back to the surface, but she was confident it would be better this year.

"You're not broken Kirito. You're in shock." she said in a soothing tone as she got closer to him. "This may seem difficult Kirito, but you've got to pull yourself together." she admonished quietly."You survived eight days in the arena. You can survive the aftermath. I did." She crouched down in front of him and looked him in the eye.

"You won't forget killing other tributes. You won't forget your allies." she said as her eyes idly drifted to the names freshly tattooed on her arms only a few days prior. "But it ain't gonna help you to dwell on it. They died. You didn't. Make their deaths worthwile. Make it mean something. You're alive. So live." As she finished her little pep talk she stood and put a hand out to the crying boy to grasp. There had been no one to help her through this transition. She'd do her best to help him.

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Both From Hell Itself // Kirito + Katelyn Aug 26, 2015 19:49:13 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Aug 26, 2015 19:49:13 GMT -5

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victor of the 70th hunger games

A constant river of tears finally began to dry once the sound of splintering glass stopped. Kirito could feel his body resting with the dark shadow of another person but he did not turn to see whom. Silence was all that he had learned over his time out of the games. It had become a place where he would go in his sleep. On the nights in which he wasn't thrashing through scarlet blood dreams he floated in dark nothingness but the silence was refreshing. It was the one place he could get away from all the voices that never seemed to stop whispering in his skull.

Above all the constant depressing visions that lingered like a tail behind him Kirito could not handle the cameras. No longer did his shy and awkward self remained but they always just made everything worse. Constant flashes like the vicious lightning blinded him wherever he went along with a never ending current of questions. Kirito had gone from no one to the big one in a span of several weeks, a practical transition from zero to a hundred he was not prepared for. He was suppose to have been a healer from eleven and now he was a beaming star in the Capital.

From behind his head the sound of a light yet firm Katelyn reached his ears and yanked his dysfunctional conscience slightly back towards reality. As everyone of her words skipped off her lips and swam through his ears he felt shame creeping over his body more and more. She was doing what she always did, she was telling the truth and that was what he needed now. A simple taste had his mind settling and his crimson hands begin to stop vibrating.

Warmth curled its fingers across Kirito's neck as Katelyn and her dove voice grew closer. With every statement he turned more on the ground to face her. When finally their eyes locked Kirito stopped shaking. Her words had no malicious value and no harshness to them, instead they were kind and caring. She was here for him and he actually believed that he could put himself back together.

Stories of past Victors going through terrible shock after their games ran through Kirito's mind. Perhaps he was just like them. Maybe someday he would finally get better and the memories wouldn't be so painful. Kirito now even found himself believing he could possible fully accept what he had done. With just some simple phrases Katelyn had given Kirito the one thing he was searching for.

An anchor.

As his hand wrapped itself around her's he carefully lifted his tired body from the glass lined floor. However all he could do was wrap his arms around Katelyn. Two weeks ago Kirito would never have even considered hugging her but now it seemed like the right thing to do as his quiet words spun through the air. "Thank ya Katelyn, thank ya so much. Not jus' for this but for everythin'. Ya have always been there for meh an' I promise to always be there for ya too. We are Victors togetha' so we always have to look out for one anotha'. An' also jus' like you I promise to live for those who died cause they deserve it."

There is a Key to every gate and every exit,
yet every Key has its own cost.

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