Truly Ruth-Less {There's no Ending to Septuth//DP}
Nov 25, 2015 1:48:05 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Nov 25, 2015 1:48:05 GMT -5
Death Does Not Do us part My body drums against Septys, as his feet carry us both to a far away distance. What have I done? In one blink I was refusing bow out, and now… Warm blood blankets my skin, providing a nice protection from the brisk bite of the exterior Panem. The loving arms of Septys shield me from the Terror the Capitol’s hungry to create. I can feel my heart racing to resupply blood, while it also seems to be hardly beating at the same time. But Septys’s Rhythm pounds strongly against my ear, reassuring me that I at least did not collapse in vain. “I didn’t kill them…” My fingers curl around the thick fabric of Septys’s shirt, desperate to prove to him that I haven’t died just yet. “I didn’t kill a single one!” Rage consumes my veins that have already sliced apart. What have I done? Regret plagues me worse then any physical pain could manage. My organs twist uncontrollably, and it’s not in desperation to repair its mortal being. “We have to go back.” There’s not a single fiber in my strength to support my desire, but I’m desperate to change the ending that awaits me. What would Lullaby be saying at this moment? I can hear her sweet tone scolding me to wake the hell up, to pull my shit together. Oh how I adore the way she uses that voice to her advantage to be the manipulating Bitch that she is, just as any truly good Career would. Don’t hate me forever, Baby Sis. Don’t doubt that I didn’t try my hardest to return to you. My best was simply not enough. Please learn from my mistakes if nothing else. Perhaps one day you’ll be proud. “Septys…I need just one kill.” For her, to show Lullaby just how powerful us Fosters are…but I know that’s now an impossible task. What have I done? Nothing. The moment that I required it most, my training had slipped from my grasp. For once, I was not ruthless at all. I’ve returned to that scarred little ten-year-old girl, whom was pleading to be something more. I couldn’t care for Joy, and a new career was needed to burry that void. And now? Now there’s no chance I’ll ever be able to shelter her from this cruel Panem; now Mother’s assured that I can’t provide for them as Father could. They’ll never return, just as I never will. Overwhelming warmth surrounds me in Septys’s embrace, as I suddenly realize there’s somehow still a single ounce of relief remaining. “I can’t die yet.” I speak as strong as I can through my torn throat. “I have to see you make it to the end.” He has to. If he were to crumble as I have, it’d be the most agonizing regret of them all. My brain recoils back into a violent spiral. I won’t be able to witness that curling grin upon his face as we taste the final battle approaching. I will no longer be able to go against Mr. Foster’s wise words of not investing. I’ll miss the most vital moment of protecting him, while still being satisfied if it resulted in my last breath…I should of considered that earlier. What have I done? “I’m not going to though.” It’s the brutal truth that’s difficult to swallow, or perhaps it’s the large gash in my neck causing problems. Either way, I force myself to continue. “But you better win. I’ll kill you myself in our next life if you don’t.” Last District One commanded this to her Lover before dying, I’m begging to have the same fate. Ruth Foster--District one |