long live the king |prince atticus oneshot|
Feb 25, 2016 17:29:39 GMT -5
Post by mat on Feb 25, 2016 17:29:39 GMT -5
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Atticus Manor The second bloody day of the Games, to my surprise, was not very bloody. We didn't see any alliances, but instead, just a woman from District Seven. We decided to keep her alone since two cannons already signalled two deaths today, a six a bit percent chance of one of those being Quadrys Lexig. The first of those two cannons signalled fairly after our own fight with the blazing felines, but the second a bit later. It feels as if you're being drowned, each cannon gives you the hope of life, but in all honesty, you're really just being pulled back under the water. I'll never surface while alive, I'll just keep being dragged under, hoping that every second will not be my last. I love back into my pack, filling my small canteen with disgusting water. I don't dare drink it, even though my mouth is practically begging me to. My mind is smarter than that. It knows that there's probably bacteria lurking in the waters, and random bacteria is never something that can be trusted. I still fill it, hoping that my friends, my team might have iodine to purify it, or some wood to boil it over. It may be overreacting, but I just don't want to take any risks. It's stupid for a prince to die because of poison. They should die a hero in someone's eyes, whether it be someone they saved or their friends. Everyone is more than likely to laugh or be disappointed at a petty thing such as drinking unpurified water. I spray a tad bit of the bugspray over myself, just as I had did last night. I saw bugs flying around, and they definitely stayed away from me and my team considering we had repellant. Again, dying to mosquito's or other insect's bites would be such a foolish thing to do. Especially if people are going over causes of death.. "Atticus Manor, killed by mosquito bites." would be the stupidest thing to have a cannon blow for. Next, I look at the two crowns I have, made out of delicate handwork with flowers embedded in them. Taking off my mask, I stuff it in my pack cramped pack. I also have a scarf, but it's all glittery. I may love boys, in particular Quadrys Lexig, but I'm not going to keep more than I need. I throw the scarf and one of the flower crowns on the ground, and let the last of the accessories slide back into my pack. Then, I take out the plants I had gathered after that crazy fight with those other tributes. {I'm even surprised they didn't have the balls to fight back, considering they already went on a rampage on killing three tributes, including Astrid's friend.. what more did they have to lose?} They're definitely plants used for healing. I recognize the herbs from one of the stations I focused on in training. Medical Herbs, Edible Herbs, Deadly Herbs, Crazy Herbs. Only half of those are things I'd like to treat myself to, so I only take those ones. There have definitely been plants of the other variety, though. Next, a whip. That, along with my javelins and/or spears, are the only weapons I have. Usually, tributes have plenty, so they can decide what;s best for that moment in time, but I only have three choices. A stinging whip, my own knuckles, and pointy things. I definitely know which I would bet on, don't you? The javelins are going to help me continue to write my story for the world to hear, and the other two, well, they might not be as effective. And then, there's the egg that I found in a nest when I was traveling through the Mangroves. It's purple, and it has the word "bomb" on it. I don't know if it's a legitmate threat, or if it's just joking, but I might as well keep it for advantageous purposes. Having a bomb go off without your knowledge might really jumble people up. Lastly, a small heart-sharped locket falls out of my satchel, and I swipe it just in time to keep it from falling on to the dirty ground. I examine it. I don't remember picking it up in the bloodbath yesterday, but I guess I did. The shape is that of a heart, but not a real one. It's more in the shape of the unrealistic heart that people tried to make with tools on days of love. That definitely isn't what a heart looks like. It doesn't even have any valves, veins, arteries. In fact, there isn't even an aorta. And you definitely cannot have a heart without an aorta. It also has a butterfly on it. I lock my satchel and swing it around my back so nothing important can fall out and get lost in the area. With my index fingers and both of my thumbs, I push on the locket. I try to open it, and finally, my weak, thirsty, starving body manages to open such a small item. Inside is a picture, that of someone I hold close to my heart. Quadrys Lexig is with me once again in these games.. I see his face, his hair waving. It's like the gamemakers knew I was going to snatch one of these, and purposely planting a face I loved into the locket. One, single, solitary tear rolls down my eye, and I lock it back up. I leave it in my hand, however, because I want him to stay close to me wherever I go. Even though I'm not physically with my king, I know he's mentally present with me now. It's a sign that he cares, and that he's truly in love with me. Likewise, I'm in love with him until the day I die. Now, as the sun descends and the moon rises, I quickly try and find my friends. Nell, Sol, Astrid. They must all still be playing hide and seek like immature kids. I guess it isn't that immature to want to have a good time, and I suppose it is actually better to enjoy yourself than to hate yourself. So I breathe, quickly trudging through the Mangroves. Finally, I find them, but I don't talk. I just acknowledge that I'm there, and continue to hang around as they do. There's a lot of downtime in a game like this. You fight, but sometimes, people give up and run away. It's foolish to only allow one person's blood to shed and then just run away. After all, everyone wants to win. {Just go and kill each other. If you don't, they might just get to kill you first. This game is supposed to be kill or be killed, not run into a bloodbath and cry and run away} People should live up to their expectations of being in the Hunger Games. From the looks of the bloodshed from those three tributes to the bloodshed that was running away from the scene yesterday, it was gigantic to slim, respectively, when I got there. The injuries of the now late Carrita, Lemon, and Andesite were serious, and there looked to be a lot more blood than the four tributes that were present when we arrived were capable of. Why would they just let someone run off like that? Coming from a very intelligent mind like my own, that's a foolish thing to do. It's simple to run, but little running-away bloodshed seemed suspicious. {It seemed as if they were planning something as a group, and anyone could have been the target.. even myself.} That surely is a scary thing to think about, a Well, better them than me. I still need more for my story. I hear the anthem's music begin, and I brace myself. There were only two cannons today, and I didn't know who either of them were. I cross my fingers, hoping, praying, that neither of the faces are like the one that is in the locket I hold as the trumpets sound. Delta Castley, District Nine. There's one down, and it's not Quadrys. In fact, I don't even know who the girl is. I just know it's not him, nor the girl from seven, nor any of my friends, so why would I care? It's only bettering my odds and my team's. Slowly, her face begins to fade in exchange for a newer one. Please ripred, please. Not him. Not another Lexig. I just don't want to see my king fall because that would mean I have to take the throne. I'm not a man enough not strong enough not worthy enough not fearless enough not mentally strong enou- Quadrys Lexig, District One. Just like that, my heart shatters into a million pieces. I stay silent, trying to show no emotion to my allies. Quadrys.. no. That can't be right. He's a fighter, a career. He would never just let himself die like that. He'd keep on fighting until he couldn't fight anymore. The last time I saw him was when he left the bloodbath, and he seemed perfectly fine. But now, he's dead. I knew he had other siblings besides Septys, which just hits me even harder. They were counting on him to come home. They were counting on finally having a Lexig reign supreme. They wanted District One to have another victor, yet his face showing up ruined those odds by a lot. I reopen the locket as the anthem dies down, hoping to have enough light, even though it's pitch black to see his face. And I do, just a glimpse of the sparkle in his eye. It hurts to look at this in the darkness, and it hurts to think that I finally have to take over daddy's court. I snap the locket back shut, and I stand up. For the first time in a long time, I speak to the people around me. "I have to pee.." I say out in the open. That was probably one of the worst, most impolite things someone could ever say. I could've said restroom, but I had to say which I was doing. Of course, it was a lie. I had used the restroom twice already today. And it's scary, knowing that when you're letting waste out, that if anything touches you, you could be as good as dead. Although holding it in is not that good either, but that's beyond the point. I make my way one direction, making sure I know where my friends are, even in pitch black. "Stay here," I say, loud enough for them to hear. I try to go as far away as I can from them without losing where they are. I hold the heart-shaped locket in my hand, opening it once more. I see Quadrys's face in it, even though I had to squint to make out the lining of his nice, friendly body. When I make it out, my heart sinks, and more tears begin to form in my eyes. I sniffle, wiping the tears from my eyes. But soon, if I go to one eye, the other already has tears flowing down, so I let them flow. I cough, cry, and sniffle all at the same time. Why did he have to leave me this authority? Why did I have to see his face show up during the anthem? Why couldn't I have skipped this one?! I could keep believing that he was alive, but no, I had to pay attention to it. I was on the end of my seat, hoping that the odds continued to be in my favor, but also Quadrys'. The math said he had a small chance of death, but fate is stronger than numbers. "QUADRYS!" I scream on the top of my lungs, and then continue to cry. Every few seconds, I scream his name out again, hoping to hear an answer from his voice. But no answer. I whip the locket out of my hands, and let it journey whichever way I am facing. I don't care if someone finds it because honestly, I don't want his face haunting me every time I see the locket. He's dead, the Lexig kingdom is gone, over, dunso. You were never fit to be a king, Atticus. You were fit to be a peasant, and that's what you are. I wail out his name again, planting my wet face into my hands. {Whoever took him away from me is going to have a hard time winning these games for as long as I'm around. And if it was the same group of people who took Andy away from Astrid, even better.} Get ready for war because Quadrys will not die unloved. ~atticus manor made by ghosty |
