your friends are gone, and your friends won't come|outlander

My feet stumble carelessly as I run away from the Bloodbath, as I run away from death. The smell of blood mixes with the wet earth, creating a new smell, something I've never experienced before. I imagine it smells a lot like death. I can feel the vines and branches trying to take me down, somehow I manage to stay upright for the most part, that is until I don't. The Cornucopia is almost entirely behind us when I come crashing to the swamp floor. "Shit," I manage to save my face from making an imprint in the mud, but besides that I'm completely covered. I sit up and begin to laugh. "Just what I need," I mutter.

My life has obviously only improved since the reaping.

I try to wipe off some of the excess mud, but it's obvious that it's no use. A sigh escapes my lips, and I begin to look for the culprit. A shiny object sits a few feet and I reach out and grab it. It's covered in mud, so I gently rub my thumb over it, trying to clear it. A gentle green glow appears and the triangular gem begins to open. A lighter and tar sit inside of it and I smile. I close the gem and toss it into my bag, saving it for a better time. I force myself to my feet and continue on my way, mud continuing to splash up behind me.

Hopefully this won't mess with my pores too bad.

The light rain manages to wash away some of the mud, but does nothing for my burning skin. The humidity in the arena is almost ridiculous, causing me to sweat even through the rain. I think the back of my hand and wipe away what I could. It's no use though, it's replaced by more perspiration and rain. We finally manage to find Basil and Danny, and Basil's damage is evident, even from feet away. We rush over, and Ezero goes to work immediately, trying to reduce his damage as much as possible. He works quickly and quietly with our minimal supplies, and it seems like all hope is lost until things begin to fall from the sky. And in a matter of seconds it's not only rain, but also little beeping parachutes. My face lights up as items fall all around us, I feel like a little kid all over again.

And for a brief moment I forget where I am.

Ezero begins using our new found supplies on Basil and I can already see slight improvements. I take a medkit that Ezero generously gave me and begin stitching up my own wounds. I flinch a little as the needle enters my skin. I picture the gruesome scar this is going to leave and can't help but cringe some more. I look at the ragged stitches and know that it's the best I'll be able to do. I'm about to get up and check on Basil when another parachute come falling down. This one though has my name written. My eyes widen in shock as I open it with trembling hands. I finally grip the handle of the dagger and a smile finds its way onto my face.

I can finally start to do some real damage.

I make my way over towards Ezero and Basil, and rage begins to fill my body as I finally see what they've done to him. Cuts cover his body, and blood drenches every inch of him, he's almost unrecognizable. My eyes close slowly, and I force myself to count to ten. The world comes back into view but it's still tinted red and the next thing I know I'm flying backwards into the mud once more. An echoing boom fills the arena, and an unnaturally bright flash of lightening ignites the sky. The last thing I see is the lightning hitting Ezero and then my back hits the ground, drenching me in mud once more. I sigh a little. "Of course," I honestly might as well just roll around in it at this point. My body aches slightly from the fall, but I manage to get up. My mouth drops open with a little pop and I stare. An intricate scar has blossomed on his skin, right where the lightning struck. He seems to be mostly alright, minus being a little toasty, and I regain focus. Revenge. We decide hunting is our best option, and I begin to pack my things. Before I know it, it's time to go. Backpack over my shoulder, knife in hand, we make sure Basil is hidden well before we leave. Not a cannon has gone off, silence besides the large cracks of thunder that occasionally fills there. It's time for blood, time for death. The Gamemakers are going to get restless. Someone has to do something.

And I'm willing to make the first move.

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i n s a n i s .

{Living in a cruel world,
Trudging with my feet in the snow,}

I feel like I've been walking in circles, wandering on and on in some kind of endless goose-chase to safety. I escaped the bloodbath unscathed, not a single dagger, sword, knife, hammer even grazed my skin in that fight. Well to be fair, that is because all I did was hit someone, pick up a weapon turn and leave. I had to be smart, a good warrior knows how to fight, a smart warrior knows when he's out of his depth and runs away. Anyway, I couldn't see a damn thing there. I couldn't tell who was Hettie, who was Iain, who was Cecelia. All I knew were shadows, outlines, daggers in the fog.

I'm clutching my weapon in my hand. It's surprisingly heavy, my arm is already aching, once the adrenaline wore off it truly kicked in how much strain I was putting on my muscles. I grit my teeth and continue on, I'll have to deal with it. I hoist the hammer up to the level of my eyes and I lick my lips longingly. Endless flashes and possibilities. I can already feel their bones shatter like glass as I bring it down on them, I can smell their blood gush out of the wounds the spiked tongues will create once it tastes their skin, I can see their brain strewn across the ground, spread like ground beef.

My spine shivers at the thought of it all.

I allow my sore arm to drop at my side and I keep moving through the fog, allowing it to run past my body. I don't dare call out for for them, or I risk someone or something that isn't them finding me instead. I have to be smart about this; I can't get stupid now, stupid is what gets you killed. I'm grimly reminded of Willis Keeni sitting down, begging for Colgate to pass judgement. "Yea, stupid will definitely get me killed." I say quietly to myself, still trudging through the fog.

Alone, lost and with a deadly weapon that's tearing my arm out of its socket. Still, a sense of confidence is still there, my winning smile is still stuck on my face. I can't let people think I'm despairing. I need them to see me eager, eager to swing this ridiculously oversized weapon into other tribute's faces. That is what will ultimately win me the Hunger Games.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

My vision snaps to see what's above me. It's not clear, only the outline but the light gives it away. I've seen it too many times sponsorship package. The wind suddenly swishes and before I know it it's at my feet. People actually care?! I'm taken aback, if anything I didn't really expect to get any sponsors these games. After all, I only scored a four and I'm not exactly a rampaging god of strength. I'm not Hettie Cheyne who's trained to slit throat and gut people easier than a fish out of water. I'm just Insanis Keeni.

Still, I'm not complaining. I smile and kneel down and begin opening the package only to find a... Bar of Soap? I raise an eyebrow, but quickly narrow my eyes but what I'm taken more aback by is the sticky note attached to it, proudly presenting itself to me. "Sponsored by Colgate" I read aloud to myself. I remove the sticky note to see... To see...

...

He's grinning at me in cruel mockery. Showing his crooked fucking ugly teeth and his greasy brown hair. The king believes he can pass judgement oh so easy. I grit my teeth, clutching the soap harder and harder in my hands. I feel it, my heart racing and my blood racing like a thick river. How dare he... Willis' corpse plays across my mind, the axe buried comfortably in his head.

I look to the sky, pointing my fist to it. I explode.

"YOU MOTHER-" I'm cut off by a sudden growl from the sky, and rain begins smacking my in the face and on my head. Suddenly, I'm hit by a weird jarring sensation, as if the hairs on the back of my neck are on end. What the-

CRASH!

...

I'm awoken by a white hot pain spreading across non-weapon wielding hand and up my arm. I instinctively yell out in agony, slowly forcing myself up. I take a glance down at the hand I had pointed towards sky. It's a horrific mess, a grim parody of it's formerly perfect state. It's reddened, blisters already forming on the skin around it, the blisters begin to poke out of it, and my hand twitches. It's not just there, it's all across my forearm to. I yell out in pain once again before I shut myself up. Other tributes. I remind myself.

I take a quick glance to my side and see the Keeni slayer himself still smiling at me in mockery. Somehow he looks a whole lot fucking amused. "I'm going to rip your lanky little throat out, prick!" I spit, taking the soap with my good hand and storing it where I won't drop it. I swear to ripred I'm going to survive this and take my hammer with me, just so I can cave in Colgate O'leary's skull myself. Once again I'm grimly reminded of Willis' face.

I hoist myself up and freeze like a statue.

Outlines, more shadows, more daggers in the dark. A whole group of them, too many to even count. Barely a few meters away from me. They must have thought I was a corpse or something Have you come for me? No, they're not together, they're fighting each other. Hettie... Maybe my allies are there, maybe they're one of the shadows flailing about, desperately trying to end each other.

Even through all of this. Even through the searing pain, my sadistic smirk still holds strong, the corners of my lips held up. The feeling of the soap pressing against my body only intensifies my blood lust, the feeling of my heart racing faster than a truck. I lift the war hammer up in my good hand, for a second Colgate O'Leary appears in front of me, with smug smirk revealing his crooked fucking teeth, his golden crown sitting on his ugly brown curls. "Die." I snarl with as much venom my throat can muster before I viciously swing towards his head with a ferocity that mirrors the searing agony in my left arm.

[Attacks Andestite, warhammer]

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[14036 -- BROKEN LEFT FEMUR -- 7.5 damage]

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