with the sting of a wasp // {saxton's end}
Nov 13, 2015 21:27:48 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Nov 13, 2015 21:27:48 GMT -5
"Say you'll remember me,
even if its just pretend."
even if its just pretend."
The whistle of Rodricks blade radiates through my skull. Like a knife through butter I feel yet another dose of crimson leak from my veins. I feel the tug of death pull my hand to the period of my sentence. My eyes flutter shut as my body collides with the rocks. My smile curls over my face, and my breath becomes a task of a whole new magnitude. I feel a final three puffs from my chest.
In.....Out...That's One
In.....Out...That's Two
In.....Out...That's Three
Without more then that I feel my heart stop, though my eyes were still open? I could still see the tormented faces above me, but I no longer felt a pulse. I watch as their attention turns to Jeq, her body being shredded violently by nothing more then frightened children. I watch as her face sneers in pain. I watch knowing that I would never stand from this position, for I had known I was already dead. My body had already given up, but not my soul. I missed being capable of feeling her under my arm, being able to feel her lips against mine. I miss the short connection we had, but I had known it was nothing more then a veil. I was hiding my true self. And since the the gong of the first steps of this arena, Saxton had already been dead.
I was not the girl who fell in love with Xavier Clarke.
On That first day I took the life of a child, and today mine was snatched just as easily. I hear no cannon, I hear no screams. Because I was no longer present, I was being swept away my vision turning black, my mind racing.
When the darkness of night takes over the arena, I sit awake. Still trapped here, still lusting for something more. I think of those nights with Xavier, how he made me feel, normal. How he made me feel wanted, he was the only being I had ever given my heart, and to that I pray he holds. I look down on him, watching him while he sleeps, the soft lull of his broken heart, for it had never had a steady pulse. He was and will always be my serenity.
As quickly as it had all begun, I feel a harsh cold rush over my body.
I feel myself turn blue, and now I am pulled away from this arena, my soul finally fluttering free. But it had not gone where I had wished. It had not etched placement in a place of paradise, but rather Inferno. I awaken, naked in a dark abyss. Surrounded by souls much like mine, they all stand fear over taking their faces. Was this my end? Was this the Inferno ad been promised? I feel a harsh hand pull me by my neck to a never ending black field. I watch as so many vulnerable souls rush toward a flying red flag in the sky.
They shrill and stumble over one another trying to reach this glorious flag. Though it was obvious they would never come close.
The harsh being behind me points toward the souls. "This is where you belong." He says.
I move closer to the screaming cluster of naked souls. And I notice swarms of wasps over take each of their bodies. They rip and tear at the bare skin of this tormented souls. I watch as they bleed, as puss trickles down their bodies. All of this excrement sputtered on the floor, and inside of it was maggots of sorts. I assume from the wasps themselves. And these maggots would only repeat the birth of the wasps and these poor souls would forever feel the venom from these fowl creatures.
After a few moments of sorrowful tears, I feel my body begin to want.
To want to join them, to chase this glorious flag. And without choice I begin to run, to run into this crowd of want. Here I would stay for eternity, because murder was my crime. The first few stings had only made me wince, but after only moments it had felt like my body was being thrown into a pool of needles. I begin to scream, and I tumble over more lost souls. This pit of fear was all that I would feel, and the most love I would feel was that of the wasps.
Forever subject to my own sins, I bow my head in knowing that this was what I deserve, and that this is what I long for.
The end of me, was almost like the beginning. It all started with a cry, and it all concluded with a sting.
Table by Briar
ooc: Inspired by Dante's Inferno
