Walls Come Tumbling Down // Kirito x Katelyn {Rade}
Feb 5, 2016 21:31:55 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Feb 5, 2016 21:31:55 GMT -5
Time was lie.
For eight days Kirito ran from time hoping his would never run out, and for him it never did.
Until now.
Rage boiled Kirito's blood as his heart thundered to a beat of war. The world around Kirito fell from his vision as darkness devoured every bit of light. The Reaping was now miles in the past as Kirito felt the future being rapidly rewritten. Every clock on Earth was spiraling out of its continuum. Lightning pierced the darkness as rain whipped across Kirito's face. Wyatt's body laid before Kirito as his blood still stained his skin. Key's screams were carried upon the freezing winds as Ryhme's death replayed in every puddle of the distorted landscape. Kirito knew what was happening to him since it had happened before, just never to such a degree as what he now found himself trapped within. Kirito's reality had shattered and now it was sending him flailing through endless horrors that Kirito had buried deep in his stitched heart. Yet now as Kirito stood surrounded by the phantoms that haunted his history he felt stitch after stitch slowly ripping apart, until finally he saw him.
Standing directly opposite to Kirito was what most would consider a mirror reflection, but Kirito knew better. The way the darkness flowed around his limbs and the way a twisted grin that shone upon his face revealed quickly that he was returning from his imprisonment. Years had toiled by since Kirito had last confronted Kiri. Since then Kirito contained no urge to have blood or true anger in his bones, that was until he had heard Iain's name called. Kirito had no doubt that Kiri had been given a window to return by the emotions that now laid waste to his soul. Kirito was weak which was always when he was Kiri's favorite, because where Kirito suffered Kiri thrived.
"Let me out Kirito." Kiri said with a tone a bleak as death itself. "Let your emotions take control. Leave everything to me just as you did in the arena. Remember Kirito you are not strong, but I will be for you. I will get you the revenge you seek if you just let me have the steering wheel for a little while."
Kirito instantly felt his body grow cold from the ice of Kiri's words and yet Kirito found the strength to push his foe back just as he had done in the very end of the games. "Forget it Kiri, I would have to be an idiot to let you back out. I have to make Iain survive in order to smite Snow and with you around that won't be possible. Noq screw off!"
The sound of broken clapping pulled Kirito from his daze as he shakily pulled himself up from his seat on the stage. The moment Kirito watched Iain vanish into the justice building his anger once again returned as his heart's thundering beats climaxed. Kirito wasted no time as he quickly stomped into the Building as if there was no time to waste. Kirito's thoughts were jumbled and he had no idea what actions to take until finally he settled upon one and followed it.
Within several moments Kirito slammed the doors to one of the council rooms wide open as he heard the handle to the door smash against the wall behind him. The room began to spin as all Kirito could see was the burning red of his rage. Quickly he raised a phone to his ear and began to type in the number to the president's mansion prepared to beg Snow to take his life instead of Iain's. Yet just before Kirito dared to enter the last number he chucked the phone across the room as he watched it break against a wall.
"Damn it!" Kirito screamed as he slammed his fists down hard onto the desk. Kirito knew if he had called Snow it would have only made things worse for his cousin and that was something Kirito refused to let himself do. Still Kirito couldn't help the feelings of failure and anger that beat in his chest. To his entire family Kirito was strong and brave yet he couldn't protect one of their youngest members. Grief washed over Kirito like a wave as his back smacked against the closest wall and he slid himself down to the floor with his face buried into his knees. Kirito's fingers gripped his hair tightly as tearless muttering spilled from his mouth. Kirito was acting like a child but still he preferred it be now then later when he was forced to face the two tributes his and Harbinger's victories had ushered to death.
For eight days Kirito ran from time hoping his would never run out, and for him it never did.
Until now.
Rage boiled Kirito's blood as his heart thundered to a beat of war. The world around Kirito fell from his vision as darkness devoured every bit of light. The Reaping was now miles in the past as Kirito felt the future being rapidly rewritten. Every clock on Earth was spiraling out of its continuum. Lightning pierced the darkness as rain whipped across Kirito's face. Wyatt's body laid before Kirito as his blood still stained his skin. Key's screams were carried upon the freezing winds as Ryhme's death replayed in every puddle of the distorted landscape. Kirito knew what was happening to him since it had happened before, just never to such a degree as what he now found himself trapped within. Kirito's reality had shattered and now it was sending him flailing through endless horrors that Kirito had buried deep in his stitched heart. Yet now as Kirito stood surrounded by the phantoms that haunted his history he felt stitch after stitch slowly ripping apart, until finally he saw him.
Standing directly opposite to Kirito was what most would consider a mirror reflection, but Kirito knew better. The way the darkness flowed around his limbs and the way a twisted grin that shone upon his face revealed quickly that he was returning from his imprisonment. Years had toiled by since Kirito had last confronted Kiri. Since then Kirito contained no urge to have blood or true anger in his bones, that was until he had heard Iain's name called. Kirito had no doubt that Kiri had been given a window to return by the emotions that now laid waste to his soul. Kirito was weak which was always when he was Kiri's favorite, because where Kirito suffered Kiri thrived.
"Let me out Kirito." Kiri said with a tone a bleak as death itself. "Let your emotions take control. Leave everything to me just as you did in the arena. Remember Kirito you are not strong, but I will be for you. I will get you the revenge you seek if you just let me have the steering wheel for a little while."
Kirito instantly felt his body grow cold from the ice of Kiri's words and yet Kirito found the strength to push his foe back just as he had done in the very end of the games. "Forget it Kiri, I would have to be an idiot to let you back out. I have to make Iain survive in order to smite Snow and with you around that won't be possible. Noq screw off!"
The sound of broken clapping pulled Kirito from his daze as he shakily pulled himself up from his seat on the stage. The moment Kirito watched Iain vanish into the justice building his anger once again returned as his heart's thundering beats climaxed. Kirito wasted no time as he quickly stomped into the Building as if there was no time to waste. Kirito's thoughts were jumbled and he had no idea what actions to take until finally he settled upon one and followed it.
Within several moments Kirito slammed the doors to one of the council rooms wide open as he heard the handle to the door smash against the wall behind him. The room began to spin as all Kirito could see was the burning red of his rage. Quickly he raised a phone to his ear and began to type in the number to the president's mansion prepared to beg Snow to take his life instead of Iain's. Yet just before Kirito dared to enter the last number he chucked the phone across the room as he watched it break against a wall.
"Damn it!" Kirito screamed as he slammed his fists down hard onto the desk. Kirito knew if he had called Snow it would have only made things worse for his cousin and that was something Kirito refused to let himself do. Still Kirito couldn't help the feelings of failure and anger that beat in his chest. To his entire family Kirito was strong and brave yet he couldn't protect one of their youngest members. Grief washed over Kirito like a wave as his back smacked against the closest wall and he slid himself down to the floor with his face buried into his knees. Kirito's fingers gripped his hair tightly as tearless muttering spilled from his mouth. Kirito was acting like a child but still he preferred it be now then later when he was forced to face the two tributes his and Harbinger's victories had ushered to death.
Kirito Miristioma
Victor Of The Seventieth Hunger Games
Victor Of The Seventieth Hunger Games
