Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8]

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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 28, 2015 12:09:53 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 28, 2015 12:09:53 GMT -5

My heart shattered into millions of pieces as I removed items from her corpse. I never wanted to kill her. I didn't want to kill her, but it was for the best. Yet the betrayal weighs heavily on my shoulders. I've stood by her side for so many days and nights even in the training center. I learned about her. I talked to her, and we became more then just allies; we became friends. Each night I made sure she was safe. I made sure that she was alright because it was obvious that Kitty and Beretta cared more for each other. Even with us four, all I could think about was making sure Chloë remained alive, but now she's gone. I killed her. My best friend in this hellhole is dead because of me.

Wrapping my hands around the turnip, tears begin to roll down the side of my face. I'll never forget the night we sat beside one another carving the turnips. This is what I have left of her. A stupid turnip given to us by the Capitol, yet what rests inside of it is more important than anything in the world. Memories linger inside of it. Her smile and laughter. Her friendliness. Everything about her. I hold it close to me as I collapse towards the ground into a sobbing mess. I'm sorry Chloë. I'm so sorry. I never imagined I would miss her this much. It wasn't until her cannon sound that I realized how much I cared for her. What have I done? Losing Annora hurt, and I thought it was the worse pain I would experience in this place, but knowing that I killed Chloë for no reason is eating away at me. I vowed to protect her. To keep her safe. To make sure she made it to the end, but it all changed in the blink of an eye.

I don't even watch for the dead faces tonight. I don't even know how many cannons had sound. I just know that my world has turned upside down. I'm alone. I have nobody. Kitty and Beretta ran away, and Chloë is dead. I miss home. I want to see my family again. I want to hold Navya in my arms. I want to see Crusader again, but I'm trapped in a place where nobody cares about me. I grip the turnip tighter holding onto it like a lifeline. It's tethering me to the earth when nothing else seems to work. Through it I can feel her presence. I feel like she's standing next to me, yet when I look she's not there and the warmth fades away. I just want to lay here and die because I have no reason left to live. My life is broken. All I am is a skeleton covered in skin. Hollow bones. Hollow veins. Hollow emotions. I curl into a ball and rock myself to sleep as tears continue pouring down my face. And somehow I sleep entirely through the night.

When I wake up, I throw my backpack over my shoulder, and I place the turnip inside of it. I won't lose it. I can't let it go because it's all I have left. It's all that's keeping me going. I have to fight for her. For Chloë and Annora. I have to make sure they didn't die in vane. But I can't do it. I can't kill anyone else. Yet I have no option. I have to keep going. I have to fight for them. For my family and friends. For Annora. But most importantly for her. I lift my poled weapon from the ground before wiping my tears away, and I'm on the move. If the Capitol wants a game worth watching, I'll give them one because for me this is only the beginning.

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-harbinger attacks daria-

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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 28, 2015 13:01:13 GMT -5

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Post by ali on Nov 28, 2015 13:01:13 GMT -5

Daria Staite
{district four tribute}

.:: Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down ::.

Daria stumbled to her knees again, her whole body shaking and shivering under the weight of her actions. As she crumbled to the grass beneath her foot, she let out one sharp exhaling breath, heavy, weighed down, and almost refused to breath in again; but mind over matter always wins. She inhaled, shakily and dropped Jequirtity’s knightly sword in the grass beside her, exhausted, clapping her now free hand over her mouth to stop the strangled sob that threatened to escape her chest. Tears welled in her eyes as she sat, curled up, in the grassy sea which slowly turned a golden shade as the sun began to set, one thought repeating over and over in her mind.

I killed someone this voice in her head was a soft whisper, barely audible.

I killed Jequirtity Eckhart and I her mind paused mid thought, in an attempt to deny the basic fact of the horrific murder of the violinist from six. Daria Staite had slit her throat, she had slit her throat in the name of revenge and- though her whole body was fighting against lies with this truth- she enjoyed it. There was part of her, a part of her which was rudimentary to her human makeup, it was in her DNA, in every cell of her being, that enjoyed watching Jequirtity Eckhart gargling, drowning on her own blood. It was the truth, natural, but every fibre of Daria Staite was pushing against it, trying to break the mould.

As a result she felt guilty, she felt as if that guilt was pressing down on her until she could barely breathe. The fire and the brimstone which had once fuelled her in her rampage, which had kept her living, was now suffocating her. The ash which billowed from the cracks in her armour, it writhed from within her and it had wrapped its tendrils around her throat and it was squeezing, until she found herself gasping for air in a world full of it, she was drowning on the thing that had kept her alive. Tears streamed down her face and she tried to scream, but the agonising cry came out as no more than a whimper; Daria could feel fear, laughing at her, the tinkle on the back of her neck.

The girl suddenly screeched, angrily, yelling, grabbing a pebble at her side and throwing it to where she had felt Fear watching her. LEAVE ME ALONE!! she wanted to yell but she was mute, she could not form words on her lips like others and of course, more importantly, fear was not there. He was a trickster, Robin Goodfellow hidden from the mortal world, and so when she tossed the pebble into the distance, she felt him laughing in her ear this time, his breath was moist and damp and warm. Daria screamed again, slamming her fist into the ground as she did, her gaze following the motion of her fist until she found herself staring at the grass and the mirrored edge of the Claymore; and a pair of very familiar eyes.

The girl yelped and looked behind her. Jerquitity’s eyes had stared back at her from the silver reflection of the broad sword and for a moment, Daria thought that maybe the Gamemakers had created a doppelganger of Jequritity- like they had done with the tributes in the last games- and had sent it to taunt her; yet when Daria turned around, she found that there was no robotic Jequiritity stood there behind her. She froze for a moment and turned back to the sword, only to find that Jequiritity’s eyes were no longer staring back at her, that they had been replaced by another pair.

It took Daria a moment to realize that these eyes, the ones that seemingly blinked and followed her as she gazed at them in the silver mirrored sword, were part of the anthem. Looking up, Daria caught the sight of a boys face before it changed to a girls, then another and then a gir- no a boy with long hair. The childs face lingered for a long moment before that faded too and the sky faded to black once again, the stars beginning to twinkle in its abyssal darkness. She blinked and looked at her hand, and began to count how many of them there must have been left. Dustyn is dead…Chloe is dead…Kitty is dead…Ruth is dead…and… she did not need to count off Jequiritity this time, she knew she was dead, but for a moment Daria had to pause and count again.

Dustyn, Chole, Kitty, Ruth, Jequirity… she frowned harder and repeated it again. Then she began to count the tributes left, just to be sure. Tyler, Heather, Berretta, Septys, Harbringer, Somieth.. then she counted herself on her fingers- the ones on her broken arm wriggled slightly as opposed to curling against her palm- as she counted the number in her head; there were only seven of them left. There were only seven tributes, including Heather and Tyler, and then there were only six if she excluded herself. Daria paused staring at her hand before she let out a dry laugh.

She wasn’t sure how she had lasted so long but there’s no way I am going home…. Her laughter slowly turned into sobs as she began to cry again. She missed home and the thought of never seeing it again, it killed her inside. She missed the warm sands between her toes- Daria suddenly began to cry harder as she realised she wouldn’t be able to even feel it beneath both her feet anymore- and the summer sun against her face and the whisper of the ocean against her body as she paddle in the waves which lapped against the shore of her home. She missed it more than anything and even though there were only 6 people between her and being there again, it felt more out of reach than it had on the train to the Capitol.

The night deepened, and the girl from four found herself lying on her back, watching the glittering sky above her, the wind kissed at her face. The world grew cold, and with each momentary breath, ash and steam escaped between her lips; she watched as it dissipate into the darkness after only a second. As she waited for sleep to claim her, she wondered if people were watching her. The whole of Panem must be asleep, or perhaps, they weren’t. Someone out there must have been watching her, a Capitole gorging on pastries in their bed, a miner from 12 who cannot sleep because they keep on coughing because they’re lungs are rotting from the inside out, a girl in six who can barely keep her eyes on the screen because last year her sister was there, her father with a bottle of moonshine in his hand, his eyes barely open as alcohol takes his consciousness from him slowly.

She wondered if people had watched Tisha too; they must have. She’d been reaped a few years before Daria Staite had even existed and as all parents who had lost a child, Daria was told little about Tisha during her years growing up. There were no mentions of her at dinner, her room was always locked and Daria had never been allowed in, there were no photos of her in the house; except for one. The only photo Daria had of her sister was a faded picture she had stolen from the yearbook she’d found in the library. It was blurred, and you would never have guessed it was her sister but Daria knew it was her. It was those eyes, bright and blue, speckled green. Her sister was shrouded in a mystery that she had always been so desperate to crack; now she may never find out those secrets.

Sleep came to her, eventually, and her dreams were as empty as the night around her.

The sun woke her. It was the first day she had truly seen the golden orb, hanging against the soft blue sky with barely a cloud in the sky. Except when Daria woke, the sky was shades of orange and red and yellows which mixed and swirled together as the sun slowly climbed above the world; deep down Daria wanted to shoot the sun out the sky and keep it for herself because the world to her was dark and she needed something to light the way and for the love of Ripred, she couldn’t find her way out. She was blinded by her guilt and she just wanted to go back to sleep and never wake up.

Surely that would be easier?

Daria lay in the grass for one more moment, her body steaming in the cool morning air, before she got to her feet, using the Claymore as a walking stick. She needed to get moving, she needed to find Heather and Tyler- they were not dead. They were not dead and she did not want to see their faces in the sky, they were the only people she had left, the only things that tethered her to the world she had once known; yesterday she had felt annoyed that they had left her, but today, today she felt the true pressures of loneliness as she crossed the grass sea.

The land changed, became flatter, steadier. The dancing grass sea fell away, and trees began to sprout and ferns crept from the undergrowth of leaves and fallen sticks. Leaves toppled from thinning branches, brushing against Daria’s skin as they fell. The air felt still here, despite the wind which lingered. For a moment, as the girl from four closed her eyes briefly as she paused between the tall trees which towered above her, she remembered that day her alliance had killed Odile; she could still smell the blood which thickened the mulch beneath her foot.

The she smelt fresh blood, as Harbinger Rhodes sliced her cheek over suddenly.

Her eyes darted open and she turned, clenching her jaw as she felt the fire bubble inside her. The flames writhed as blood, trickled down her cheek and dripped from her chin, and her whole body felt alight again. The ash and brimstone rumbled from within her, cracking through the earth as if it was nothing, erupting into the darkness which was now her sky. Rage burning through her veins, suffocating her heart as the fires burnt within her, reflected in her eyes as she raised the sword- which was almost as big as her- over her head before she bought it down on the career.

Just leave me be. she thought as tears, briefly, welled in her eyes.

[Daria Staite attacks Harbinger Rhode's with Claymore]
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Last Edit: Nov 28, 2015 13:03:57 GMT -5 by ali

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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 28, 2015 13:12:01 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 28, 2015 13:12:01 GMT -5

Part of me just wants to die. To just give up and let go of the life that I've been holding onto. To go into the next world and reunite with my brother. Oh how I've missed Crusader over the years. It's been a pain that nobody can even imagine unless they have stood in my shoes. I feel bad for my brothers. For Navya. For Kirito and Kate because they are about to lose me too. They're about to see what it's like to return home broken and shattered.

Yet the other part of me wants to fight. It wants me to keep going even in the face of evil. I owe it to Chloe to continue on. I owe it to her to keep going even though I don't want to. I struck her down, and now she's gone. I killed my friend, and I do deserve to die. I deserve to fall over dead because nothing matters anymore. I've screwed up everything. But giving up isn't inside of me. I messed up. I've asked myself over and over why I killed her because I didn't want to. I didn't want her to die. I was angry that I saw Annora had died. I was angry at myself. At Annora. At every single person in this bloody arena.

I feel the pain before I see her. The girl I helped escape the feast. The girl I didn't have to save, but I did. Apparently it's never a good idea to make friends in this arena. I'm alone, trapped, and afraid, but I won't give up. It's beyond my wildest imagination about what happens next. A frown spreads across my face. This isn't what I asked for. I never asked for any of this. The escort drew my name. My name was reaped out of everyone's. But I feel I understand what Crusader went through. I grit my teeth slightly before sending a silent prayer to him. My brother, please save me.

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-harbinger attacks daria-

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Last Edit: Nov 28, 2015 13:14:21 GMT -5 by Cato

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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 28, 2015 16:25:36 GMT -5

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Post by ali on Nov 28, 2015 16:25:36 GMT -5

Daria Staite
{district four tribute}

.:: Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down ::.

It took Daria a moment to recognise the boy- the man- she had just sliced into with the silver sword. It was the boy from 11, not a career, the one who had pulled her from the feast. For a moment, she was there again, being carried across the black sands and pebbles as she kicked and screamed for Rodrick, for him to let her go so she could be with him again; for the last time. She remembered Harbinger’s lips moving, telling her to calm down, that he wasn’t here to hurt her. Then she had believed him, deep down, but as he moved around her, catching her back with his pole sword, drawing that sickly smelling blood to the surface, she had no doubt that Harbinger wanted to kill her.

Fear was by her side again. She could feel him breathing in her ear, the feel of his hands in her hair. As she inhaled, he inhaled also and ran a gentle hand through her short hair, his nails dragging across the curve of her scalp as he grinned against the curve of her neck. If his fingers had dug into the soft skin on her head any harder, he would have drawn a thin line of blood, but just a drop would be drowned in the overwhelming stench of those who had died here. The feeling of Fears hands all over her was nauseating, but no more so than that of the smell of the blood which painted the leaves and the trees around them; like red paint, their blood began to litter the forest floor.

She could not let him win. Fear had already won her over, she had just forgotten he was there, he had claimed her the day she’d stepped foot in the Capitol; his noose had been tied around her neck for a long time. It was only now that the fraying rope was digging into the skin around her neck, bleeding and oozing as the string tugged with every other step. Fear was slowly killing her, and she couldn’t stop that but she could put him off, stop him in his tracks for a time. She couldn’t beat fear, fear was a human trait- just like murder- but she could beat Harbinger.

The little girl scowled, her eyes narrowing as she gripped her sword again. She tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows as her grip tightened still. You can try and stop me she pulled the sword over her head and swung it downwards but you’re going to have to try real hard.

[Daria Staite attacks Harbinger Rhode's with Claymore]
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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 28, 2015 17:30:03 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 28, 2015 17:30:03 GMT -5

Screaming at the top of my lungs, I topple over losing my balance as blood flows from my veins. Anger radiates through my body, and I can't see anything right now. My leg stands on the ground like nothing was wrong. It's holding itself up until it finally falls over. My entire body aches. Crusader lost his foot. He lost it when the time was wearing thin, yet somehow he managed to keep going. I will keep going for him. Because he was strong enough when I am weak, but I am not weak. I haven't given up. I haven't wasted my life away for nothing. No, I will stand and fight. I force myself from the ground, and I balance myself on my one leg before narrowing my eyes. I cannot let her get out of this alive. She's alive. A fighter. Someone who hasn't give up yet. And look at the poor thing with only one leg.

Chloë where are you when I need you? I'm sorry I killed you. I'm sorry I destroyed our bond out of anger, but I need you right now. I need you and crusader and every single person in my family. I need the help to make it through this. I thought I was alone, but I am not. As long as my friends live on inside my memory, my life is worth living. I will not give up. Not now, not never. Screaming at the top of my lungs I search for her. I find where she's standing, and I focus my gaze completely on her. She will pay for everything she has done. She will learn the nasty truth that I was only helping her to kill her. I wanted to save her for this very moment.

I raise the weapon above my head. Snarling, I snap my teeth together clenching my jaw shut tight. I will not die here. I will return home to my family because that's the only purpose in the games now. I'm sorry I saved her. I'm sorry I helped her out of the feast. Perhaps this wouldn't have happened if only I left her to die. I stumble around before catching my balance one last time. This will not destroy me. This will not end me. I am ready to go. Ready to fight. I am ready to prove I am worthy of wearing the crown. Not that I want to kill her. No, I want her to live just like I wanted everyone else to live, but she must pay for what she has done. She must know that this isn't the end, and that I will not let her kill me. For Chloë!

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-harbinger attacks daria-

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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 28, 2015 17:37:47 GMT -5

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Post by ali on Nov 28, 2015 17:37:47 GMT -5

Daria Staite
{district four tribute}

.:: Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down ::.

Her sword sliced through his leg like it was nothing, blood seethed at the now open wound on his leg; the stench of death and that sweet sickly sweet smell of fresh blood became ever more prominent. Daria held her breath tightly, scrunching her nose to try avoid the smell but it lingered and she soon had to take a breath. Her head span as she watched as he stumbled, overcome by pain prehaps, only to retaliate with another swing of his sword; the weapon just grazed her arm, turning the sleeve of her- honestly- ruined shirt a mild shade of rose.

Her eyes narrowed as she diverted her gaze from the fresh, burning wound on her arm, to the eyes of Harbinger. She could see, in his eyes, behind the rage and fear he wore painted across his face in an intricate mask to hide his true feelings, to make him seem scary, that deep down he was in mourning. That glint, twinkle of sadness filled his eyes and for a moment Daria paused and held her breath again, but this time it was in surprise rather than to avoid the stench of blood which consumed the forest air around them.

Harbinger Rhodes was in mourning and for a second, Daria thought back to the night sky. Chloë Angor's face, brown hair and blue eyes, had stared down at the arena in a ghostly glow of silver and flickering blue and if Daria remembered correctly, Chloë Angor was allied with Harbinger Rhodes. Perhaps, though, they were more than allies. The girl from four found the candle, her heart, flicker in a gust of wind for the briefest second as her mind wandered from Harbinger to Rodrick. The pixie girl felt her lip quiver then she frowned hard, tightening the grip on the Claymore as she felt Fear laughing against the back of her neck again.

No. she thought, raising the sword I can't give up. Not now.

Daria turned back to Harbinger, eyes narrowed.Come on she thought, beckoning with her finger, just as she had done infront of Glamour and Dom in her training session. This time the confidence was real Come and get me.

[Daria Staite attacks Harbinger Rhode's with Claymore]
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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 28, 2015 17:48:29 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 28, 2015 17:48:29 GMT -5

I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to run away and hide, but I have to stay and fight. I have to prove that I am not giving up. I want to prove that I am capable of overcoming the obstacles. Yet it seems so impossible. Nothing seems possible right now because I’m not capable of doing anything right. I can’t even hit a crippled girl. It doesn’t make sense, but what am I supposed to do? I grew up knowing it was wrong to attack a girl. I was taught not to hit one, but I guess my parents never thought I’d stand in the hunger games. They never thought they’d not only lose one son to the games, but two. It’s strange, really, and I wish I didn’t have to attack her, but in this moment it’s my only chance of survival.

All I want is to return home alive to my family. I don’t want to put them through the pain of burying another loved one, but I doubt I can. I doubt I can do anything right now other than dance around toying with this girl in front of me. It’s strange knowing that just a few days ago I was helping her. It’s how the games go, and the Capitol loves watching it. It makes me sick knowing people are chanting for my death. It makes me sick knowing that my family is watching be torn apart. It makes me sick knowing that I have become a puzzle piece in the games.

I wish it didn’t happen. I wish I could pretend this is all just a horrible nightmare, and that I’ll wake up and open my eyes to find myself asleep in my own bed at home, but it’s not. Each time my eyes open I’m faced with the new reality of death. If I don’t kill, I will die. If I don’t attack anyone, I will fall short of the victory at the end of the games. All I want is to make my family proud to say I’m related to them. I want them to know that I haven’t given up. That I will keep going despite everything that’s happening. I can’t let them down. I can’t let them think I’m messing around. I made a promise to come home, and I want to return home alive.

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-Harbinger attacks Daria-

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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 29, 2015 11:34:52 GMT -5

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Post by ali on Nov 29, 2015 11:34:52 GMT -5

Daria Staite
{district four tribute}

.:: Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down ::.

Her sword made contact with his own, the vibrations of metal against metal ricocheted down Daria's arm and through her whole body. She shivered as the waves of the contact shook through her, and so she stumbled back, regaining that balance she had lost in that moment and she she stumbled, she felt hot fresh blood beginning to trickle down her arm from her shoulder and the noose that fear had around her neck got tight.

Daria took a deep breath. She was growing tired, each blow took something out of her, the fuel that kept her going was running dangerously low. She could feel the fire, the brimstone, the molten rock which bubbled inside her begin to harden at every touch of Harbinger's sword; each blow was slowly wearing her down. The steam, which had once fluried from the cracks in her armour, was now only a trickle, an occasional puff of smoke, almost invisible in the light of Daria's fire. She inahled, feeling the wind against her face and when she exhaled, she felt the fire rile up again.

"AH!" Daria yelled, suddenly moving the sword back in one fluid motion. Stop! part of her cried, while the other part thought against her common sense Stop this please!!. As she swung the sword towards Harbinger, she kept her eyes on his. She wanted to know that she was scared too, that she was afraid, that she was in mourning too. Of Rodrick, of Tisha, of her mother..even of Jequirtity Eckhart. She wanted him to know she was human and that she was sorry; but she also wanted him to know that she was doing this, because she was only human.

[Daria Staite attacks Harbinger Rhode's with Claymore]
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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 29, 2015 11:43:37 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 29, 2015 11:43:37 GMT -5

The clang of the metal blades ricocheted through my mind. Vibrations shot through my body, and I almost topple over once more. Tears stain my eyes as they fall down my face. This is my punishment for killing my friend. Chloë didn't deserve to die. She didn't deserve to die by my hand, yet it happened. Nobody who has died deserved to die in this place. Only those who volunteered asked for it to happen, but even then, they aren't deserving of death. I don't want to die. I want to live because death terrifies me. It makes me so anxious that I can't control anything. Yet knowing that this career in front of me wants to kill me eats away at my soul. Regret swarms me. I shouldn't have saved her.

Had I only let her go in the middle of the feast, perhaps she wouldn't be here right now. Maybe she would've died and this wouldn't happen. Bad luck always happens to those who are nice. This is how she repays me. I don't even know her name, but she beckons for me. She wants me to attack her. She wants me to destroy her, but I can't bring myself to do it. I don't want to hurt anyone else like I've hurt myself. I don't want to kill anyone. Watching my friend die was the worse pain imaginable. Chloë trusted me, and I trusted her. I grew to love her and care for her. If we wasn't in the games together and was in the same district, I would've chilled with her. I would've developed that friendship into much more, but the Capitol had other plans. I can only imagine what they thought as I turned the weapon against her. It killed me on the inside, and it's still destroying me now.

It all changed after Crusader died. My life fell apart, and I slowly put it back together. I found the pieces and was mending my broken heart, but now it's too late. I have so much I want to say to my family. I have so much to say to Crusader. It's been a long three years, and there isn't a day that I don't miss him. I want to see him again. I want to talk to him, and it seems my time is coming near. It's coming closer and closer with each passing second. A grim smile presses across my face as I raise my weapon again. I don't want to hurt her, and I think that's where I've gone wrong.

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-harbinger attacks daria-

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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 29, 2015 12:09:57 GMT -5

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Post by ali on Nov 29, 2015 12:09:57 GMT -5

Daria Staite
{district four tribute}

.:: Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down ::.

Suddenly, Daria felt the slight sensation of De ja Vu as Jequirtity's sword cut through the skin around Harbingers ear and removed the appendage. Daria watched as blood begin to run down the side of Harbinger's face, as blood pooled in the abscence of the ear, bubbling as it reached the surface of skin and bones and muscle. The ear dropped to the floor, bouncing against the mulch before she lost sight of it. A second later, the girl let out a nervous laugh but she was unsure as to why she found it so funny.

Her laughter was cut short as she felt metal slice through her abdomen and the skin hissed as it tore open at the touch of the blade; the cold blade seared against her skin, like a singular flame brushing against her. Daria hissed, glancing down to where her shirt began stick to the oozing blood which trickled from the shallow cut on her stomach, before she looked back at Harbinger with a tilt of her head.

I'm so sorry she thought, but her body reflected all but sympathy. Her body tensed as she began to swing the sword backwards above her head and her eyes burned with the fury which fueled her soul. Smoke had begun to rise through the crack in her armour, faster and faster and soon those breaks began to spew fire and flames which bubbled up from within her her hell. Above the smell of the rotting blood, she could smell ash, brimstone, burning flesh. Daria Staite's fire was raging and she wasn't about to let Harbinger Rhode's extinguish it now.

[Daria Staite attacks Harbinger Rhode's with Claymore]
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Last Edit: Nov 29, 2015 12:11:07 GMT -5 by ali

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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 29, 2015 12:25:34 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 29, 2015 12:25:34 GMT -5

Blood poured from my body. Every muscle grew weaker and weaker. I just want to sleep. To find peace with myself. I want the go to Crusader. I don't deserve to live anymore. Nobody does after they kill a friend. I had no option. I had to survive, and now it seems impossible. I have no way of living. No way of returning home. I won't ever see Elidor or Tamron again. I won't see Navya again. It's too late for that, and I have so much I want to talk about to them. I have so much to say, but I'm quickly running out of time. I'm falling apart. I want to see Kirito and Katelyn once more. I want them to know that I've tried my hardest. That I've never given up even now as this girl slowly destroys me. I want them to know that I've done everything I can. I want to live. I want to keep going, but I don't see me making it much further. I can't. I have nothing left inside of me.

I shouldn't have killed Chloë. I shouldn't have ended her life yesterday. I hate myself for it. All I can see is her face standing in front of me taunting me. She's the one I'm fighting not the girl from district four. I don't know what to do anymore. I want to see my brother again. I want to talk to him. I want him to know that I'm proud of what he accomplished. I want to see Chloë again. I want to apologize to her for betraying a wonderful friendship. But I'm not ready to die. I'm not ready for my life to end. I'll never be ready, yet is seems I have to be. I have to remain strong for my family that's watching. I have to keep my promise to Katelyn and Kirito that I'll try my hardest. I have to make sure that I don't let anyone down. Yet I've let myself down. I knew coming in I would die, but I never imagined I would die now.

I don't scream or cry. I just stand there contemplating raising my weapon once more. A final strike. My battle cry. I'm sorry Elidor. I said I would come home, but I meant in a box prepped for burial. I'm sorry if I haven't made you proud. I'm sorry Tamron for not being strong enough. I'm sorry Navya. I'm sorry I have no control over my life. I'm sorry we couldn't develop a better relationship. I'm sorry. Shaking my head, I try to block the tears from falling down my face. I try to make this moment last forever, but soon it'll all come crashing down. I just have one last effort. One last chance, but even then I know it's not enough to overcome the pain racing through me. But if I'm going to die, I'm going to bring her down with me. I cannot let my killer win.

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-Harbinger attacks Daria-

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Last Edit: Nov 29, 2015 12:27:56 GMT -5 by Cato

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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 29, 2015 12:29:31 GMT -5

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Post by ali on Nov 29, 2015 12:29:31 GMT -5

Daria Staite
{district four tribute}

.:: Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down ::.

They were both covered in blood now. They had so many wounds,their skin was a wash with splatters of each others blood and their clothes were drenched with their own. The sickly sweet stench washed over Daria, made her stomach squirm and bubble, her head span slightly. Her blood,Harbinger's...Jequirity's had dried to her skin and it was beginning to itch. Daria wanted to scratch at the markings until they were gone.

Don't Daria gripped the hilt of the Claymore tightly between her fingers. Don't give up. she thought as she raised the sword again and swung it at the lumbering man from District 11. She did not want to draw more blood..but she was going to have to to survive. My fight is not over.

[Daria Staite attacks Harbinger Rhode's with Claymore]
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Last Edit: Nov 29, 2015 12:56:11 GMT -5 by ali

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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 29, 2015 13:01:05 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 29, 2015 13:01:05 GMT -5

I had expected her to kill me. I had wanted it. I wanted her to kill me. To end my life. To destroy me right then, but I’m still alive. Barely, but my lungs are expanding. My heart is beating, yet it’s struggling to keep refilling my organs with the blood needed because it’s racing from my body faster than I could ever imagine. I always knew how to save people. I love helping them because it’s who I am. I helped her. I helped Chloe. I’ve helped so many people in my life, but I can’t help myself. If I stop and try to mend the wounds scattered across my body, it’ll for sure cause my death. So I have to keep going. I have to.

But at the same time, I want to just quit because I can see Crusader standing next to me with his arms wide open waiting to greet me. I want to run to him. To jump in his arms. I want him to tell me that everything will be alright. I know that when I’m with him, that all my pain will be gone. All my sorrows. Every single regret I have will wash away the moment I stand next to him again. His gentle eyes lock with my own. His smile forces my lips to turn into a grin. For the first time, I’m happy I’m dying. I’m happy that Crusader is here to drag me on home. To a place where I won’t have to worry about this anymore.

I want to drop my weapon and just let go of the world and move on, but I’m not dead yet. I can’t let this defeat go down without me trying. I want to die with my weapon in hand. I want to make sure that my entire life has been worth living. The past won’t haunt me anymore. I won’t wake up from dreams screaming begging for my brother to run. I hope that within the next couple seconds to find the happiness that he has found. I can’t hide the smile that’s growing larger and larger. A new energy radiates from me. Before I wasn’t ready to die, I wasn’t ready to lay my life down for someone else to move on, but now I am. Happiness surges through my veins. I’m coming, brother. I’m coming. I tighten my grip on my weapon for what is probably my last time. I shift my gaze from Crusader to the girl standing in front of me. A few words fall from my lips before I swing one last time.

"Thank you. Confusing right? Thanking my killer. I had to say thank you. I get to see my brother again. Greatest gift I've ever been given."

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-Harbinger attacks Daria-

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Last Edit: Nov 29, 2015 13:02:26 GMT -5 by Cato

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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 29, 2015 14:48:02 GMT -5

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Post by ali on Nov 29, 2015 14:48:02 GMT -5

Daria Staite
{district four tribute}

.:: Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down ::.

As Daria cut into Harbinger, her sword cutting through the flesh on his shoulder, she could see it. It was unlike before, when death was sudden and abrupt, the knife slashing through Jerquitity’s neck. There was no suddenly flood of blood, no sudden last breath from Harbinger. He was dying, that much was obvious, but he was dying slowly, softly. It was if death had been with him all day, waiting for him, watching for those laboured breaths. With each hit, death got closer to Harbinger Rhode’s, and now Daria could see his shadow looming over the boy from 11; all of a sudden, Daria found herself pausing.

She paused because what she was seeing took her breath from her, sharply, painfully. She blinked, hoping the dark shadow would go away but when she blinked, the shadow became clearer, the edges of the body became more defined. The shadow of death was about 5 feet tall, barely anything in terms of height. Daria could see that Death only had one arm, the other one must have been holding onto part of his scythe in the shadow of the light, she could see the other hand on resting on something else- perhaps another part of his scythe. As the wind blew she saw Deaths short hair blow, ruffling in the wind. It took her a moment to realize that it Death’s shadow was very familiar…

She was death. In this moment, she was death. She had been the shadow creeping towards Harbinger all morning, each stumble and step forward had eventually cast her shadow over the lumbering man from District 11. Despite his height, her shower towered over him and with each flicker of light from the passing sunlight, her shadow darkened. If she looked close enough, she could see smoke rising off her body in the flicker of the fire which burned inside her. Golden cracks littered the shadow, parting the shadow in dendritic swirls and lines across her whole body.

Daria frowned softly as Harbinger began to talk to her. She read his lips and she knew he knew it too. He knew that she was death and she was here to end his life; he seemed so accepting of this fact. At first, Daria thought he might have been lying but when she looked into his eyes, she only saw honesty. Acceptance. Harbinger was ready to die, in heart and in his mind. Daria closed her eyes tightly, she was almost unwilling to accept his defeat for her victory but when she opened her eyes again and looked him in the eyes again, she knew that she had to do this.

The girl paused, clenching her fist and moving it in a circular motion on her chest before she grasped the claymore again. She paused, inhaling, raising the sword above her head, hesitating momentarily, before she bought the sword down for one last time.

[Daria Staite attacks Harbinger Rhode's with Claymore]
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Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8] Nov 29, 2015 15:23:17 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 29, 2015 15:23:17 GMT -5

Watching the blade come towards me was terrifying, yet I stood there with my arms wide open greeting death, but nothing came. No new pains. Nothing. Just me standing there as the blade completely misses me. I don’t know how it happened. Perhaps I’m wearing her down. Perhaps I’m doing something right. Not that it matters right now. I can’t even begin to think about what’s going on. On one side of me is Crusader. Standing behind him I see his alliance. Sweet little Esme, Animus, and Kirk. I would love to get to know them. To learn about my brother’s friends. Crusader takes a step towards me. He’s walking closer and closer, and I know what he wants. I know he’s ready to greet me. He’s ready to take me to a wonderful place in the afterlife. That’s when I see Chloe walking behind Crusader.

My heart sinks into the pits of my stomach. Seeing her standing there makes me realize that I am still in this game. That I am still fighting. Yet I don’t want to kill anyone else. But I owe it to her to keep going. I owe it to Annora. I owe to every person who’s cheering for me to win. I have to keep going. But I don’t push Crusader away. Not anymore. I’m ready to join him. I’m ready to see him again. But I can’t just die. Not yet. I take a deep breath. I try to steady myself as the world spins around me rapidly. The blood loss is definitely giving to me. It’s making this almost impossible. It’s making it hard to see. Hard to think. Hard to do anything. Yet I finally find the girl, and I focus on my gaze on her wondering why she missed. Is she having second thoughts?

I place the end of the poled weapon into the ground as I try to steady myself. Loud roars buzz through my brain. It’s deafening me. Making it impossible to hear. I guess it’s perfect considering one ear is gone. My heart pounds inside my chest, and this moment it’s all I can hear. A lump forms in the back of my throat. Each breath catches behind it. I can’t move. I’m ready to die, yet it’s not here yet. I look at Crusader with a nod of my head. He promised he would take care of me. He promised to not let me down. Perhaps this is it, or perhaps it’s not. Maybe I can survive. Maybe I’ll die. It’s just a matter of seconds before everything happens. Lifting the poled weapon from the ground, I close my eyes and exhale slowly. I become a breath in the wind.

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-Harbinger attacks Daria-
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