aim it at you | {someith/dustyn} | blitz
Sept 29, 2015 20:20:42 GMT -5
Post by dars on Sept 29, 2015 20:20:42 GMT -5
DUSTYN CHASE
Dustyn Chase could not decide if he would be getting blood on his hands or dirt on his shoes when the time came. Fight or flight, it was called. The most basic human reactions: the simple choice between defense and offense.
In theory, Dustyn had the experience to fight. They claimed swinging sharpened metal over his head at polished plastic was all the training he would need, after all, but that idea seemed a bit silly. The best thing for a fighter to have was the will to be a warrior, and Dustyn was no warrior.
Fight or flight?
Flight or fight?
Flight, easy.
The other careers would think him a coward, he was sure. They'd call him weak when he couldn't end a life, and they would laugh when having a heart was his undoing. The boy from Four, for instance, who was tall (even taller than Dustyn,) with eyes like the sea and thin lips and certainly capable careers. His brother died in the games, Dustyn thought. His brother died, and Dustyn's friend died. And it had destroyed Dustyn to lose Tiger, but had it done the same to him? Or had it made him stronger.
He felt his hands shaking to the point that the wooden sword in his hands might have quivered with him as he stared at the boy. Sparring. He'd done it time and time again and, God, he hated it. As the whistle blew he struck forward with low hopes, and after only a few moments, he was lying on his back, the boy from Four a tour of capability above him. "Someith wins," the instructor stated, and Dustyn thought perhaps it wouldn't be the last time those words were spoken.{table: zoe}
AND MY HOPES, THEY ARE HIGH
I MUST KEEP THEM SMALL
I TRY TO RESIST
BUT I STILL WANT IT ALL