{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3

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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Feb 27, 2016 12:01:07 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 27, 2016 12:01:07 GMT -5

h e n r i e t t a .

Bang.

And not long after the first one…

Bang.

Only two lives taken on day two, is this going to be a pattern? Are three going to be taken on Day three, four on day four and so on…Obviously Day One was the exception but we had to clear up the not so messy bloodbath. Although I hoped for more cannon sounds, each bang began to make a tune and I want to continue listening to it. A nice steady catchy song, with the same beat…the beat of death. Hopefully the second cannon was for a worthy tribute, the more strong ones that are wiped out, the easier this will be.

Having the company of Insanis is oddly relaxing, there is something about him that sends a sensation through my body, a sensation that I can’t deny. I just like him being by my side and I hope he will be there for a long time. Maybe we could walk into the finale together and with his obsession of treating me like a queen, he’ll do his duties of sacrificing himself for his mistress. After all he is from one of the three Districts where I cannot name a single victor…victor ship is nowhere in sight for poor Mr Keeni.

Being left alone together without the company of the children, I haven’t bothered to wonder where they are. The two kids are a perfect couple; they’re probably sobbing in each other’s arms after killing that girl. They need to learn to accept death soon, especially this early in the games as they will witness much more. Soon they will witness each other’s deaths but if I was a betting person, I’d put my money on Iain being the next one to fall with the sound of a cannon. Having watched him burst vomit from his mouth, it really helped him shine a light on his weakness, he really isn’t helping himself.

Iain approaches us both, his burns and wounds are patched up fortunately for the boy, he looks a lot better than I despite the stains of ash on his skin. "Where's Cecilia?"Insanis asks, the whereabouts of our little princess being suddenly unknown, I had expected her to be at Iain’s arm, obviously there is some tension in the little kid’s relationship…maybe they had domestic.

"Since when was she my responsibility?" Iain’s response sends me in to a slight rage as I push myself off of the ground. She is our princess, Iain is the pauper, and she is by right his responsibility. "Well she is your girlfriend, have you not kept a tag on her?" Frustrated with the boy, I cannot tolerate his ridiculous manners, he has no respect for anyone and he expects us to be a soft widget like him.

"She was never my girlfriend, and I don't know where she is."Does he not care for her? If she isn’t his girlfriend then I know for a fact they have a friendship, is he not concerned on her location? The girl could have been kidnapped by her District partner and tortured for the death of that girl. Is he that selfish for not even looking out for her, knowing the danger that is lurking? We seriously need to ditch this kid in the gutter as soon as we get the chance, with the lack of responsibility that he has.

"I guess we're looking for her then." Following Insanis, I’d look back at Iain as he is reluctant to help find Cecilia. Gritting my teeth, I’d abandon all hope for the District Eleven boy, not caring if we return to find his head missing from his shoulders. If he wants to be a stroppy depressive boy then he can but his actions are not going to get me killed.

Every movement I make is agony; the wounds on my torso flood my body with pain. I just need to rest and get relief from pain that is beginning to take control of me. As soon as we find this wandering girl, I just want to lie down and sleep. Hopefully none of three will take the opportunity to slit my throat in my time of vulnerability.

Approaching the springs, we find the girl with oxygen still in her lunges and her feet dangling in the water. "Good job." Insanis comments as we reach the girl. A smile wipes itself on my face as we move closer. Really she did do a good job, setting that girl a light, she had the right idea. I can see the viewer’s now clapping with entertainment; I bet she is a favourite now in the Capitol. That death was really in her favour.

"Ezero didn't think so. Neither does Iain..." Why must she care about the opinions of two boys? Is she really that influenced by the male specie? Damn the girl needs to sort her priorities out. Being in this arena, nobody should be worrying about the feelings of others. Soon enough twenty three tributes will not be feeling anything. So is mending a friendship of another really worth getting killed?

"They are both weak boys, their opinion shouldn't matter to you." Firing the truth at Ceclilia, I’d lean against my war hammer, resting my weight on it. "Their opinions are what I used to believe. It's who I am... was." Every word that spills from her mouth begins to disappoint me, she really is losing her status of my little princess, and she will become a pauper like Iain is she continues like this.

Why must so many people have feelings?

"Ezero tried to kill us. Because of that he's a dead man walking, he means nothing." Insanis’ justification I cannot agree more with. So many people in this arena need to realise this is a game of death, if they want to survive…they must kill! Nobody is getting it into their head and I have given up on lecturing Iain about it but I see a light in Cecilia which can be brightened she much stronger than what she believes she is.

"He means everything to me. He's from home. He is part of me. He was..." Frustration begins to rocket inside of me, the levels being higher than when I was speaking with the stroppy iain. I can’t stand the stupidity that surrounds me. "Used to believe? Then stop believing that...being in this arena has given you the chance to change. Be a ruthless girl...forget about your home, this arena is your home now." Interrupting the girl entirely, I’d burst out words of wisdom hoping that she finally listens to me.

"I won't be able to go back home anyways. Not after what I did. But I took care of that. I'll carry her name from now on." A sigh rolls from my mouth, all the hope following it out. "Does Iain hate me?"

Confused by the question, I’d stand there with a blank face, shaking my head slightly.

What?

"You shouldn't care what Iain thinks, you did really good for killing that girl, you are strong." I begin to pull out the white flag, wanting to surrender to trying to help justify this girl on how people’s opinions do not matter, not in here. This girl needs to wipe the innocence from her quickly, before it gets her killed.

"I'm a murderer. Just like you and Insanis will be."

Will be.

I haven’t told them have I? They don’t know that I have taken twelve lives in the past. Would they have been so willing to ally with me if I had although I thought they already knew? Isn’t it the stereotype that careers like me have already killed before? I can’t see why my experience with murdering would be deterring to accompany me; it at least means I know what I am doing.

Even though my first two kills were pretty messy, my third one was professionally perfect. Grant Sanders , a rather large boy…that is large and wide. I don’t where he found the food to stuff himself with but his plump body mass was a real advantage to him in the training centre. Many people saw him as a threat due to his large size but there was no muscle to him…it was just fat. Even his bones were weak…which is why it was so easy to snap each one.

A hammer, much smaller than the one I have now…more like a tool to use on nails. Firstly it was the femur that shattered first, the sound that came from his lips really went well with his nickname of The Whale. I then took out his ribs, as if I was playing on a xylophone; really his death was a performing piece of art. As soon as the head of the hammer smashed through his skull, his body went straight across the cliff and the ocean took him with open arms. There he would fall into his grave of seawater and be taken away as fish food. Thankfully his body did not wash up on any of the beaches in District Four so I suspect the marine life made a real meal out of his carcass.

"Wear that title proudly, don't let society tell you murderers are criminals. Many heroes were murderers." Heroes in books that I was forced to read, the victors than many flag as heroes back home…many of them took a life. All heroes have a villain on the other side and ultimately they have to kill that villain. Everybody looks past that, they don’t realise that the person actually took a life…that they are a murderer.

"Be proud of killing someone?" Cecilia responds to me with another question.

Finally, she is beginning to understand. My teachings have worked.

Yes it means you're strong, taking a life gives thrill. You may feel sad that you killed the District Nine girl but it was your first time, you'll soon enjoy it." Reminiscing each death of the boys in my head, the emotion that filled me follows. I really hope I get to experience that emotion of killing again…it’s like a drug…and it’s addicting.

"You promise?" Nodding, I’d force a smile onto my face, trying to make everything seem normal to her.

"I promise." I reply, although not really promising anything. I am not wavering deals, not here, not in this arena.

Setting up camp, I’d be reluctant to travel anywhere. Despite the area being flooded with heat, the water source is divine and we must not allow any tributes to have access to it. We need to guard it like treasure, like a castle fort. Me and Insanis being those who rule it, Cecilia to inherit it and iain to work in it.
Sitting on the ground, the anticipation for the anthem would keep me awake as my eyes try to drift off into sleep. Filling the sky, the ever so famous music would play followed by the images of the two fallen tributes.

Quadrys Lexig, District One. Thank ripred that one of the greater contenders have been taken out so early, I really want to thank his killer of course before killing them… Following the boy, the girl that Cecilia killed would fill the sky…another forgotten member of the lower Districts.

Crawling next to Insanis once the anthem ends, I feel security when sleeping next to him and hopefully his presence will protect me through the night.

A movement sends my body awake as jolt I upwards, taking my war hammer in my hand. Pain still exists in my body however it is not as bad as yesterday; thankfully a good night of rest has helped soothe the wounds.

Iain had decided to accompany us during the night, obviously finding sense in his head, I wouldn’t want to sleep alone…especially being him. Packing up the camp, we’d decide to stay in the area for the day to allow ourselves to rest and not lose energy by travelling. We can just fill our bodies with the crisp cool water and hopefully tomorrow we will be fit enough the travel.

We decide to all take a stroll, me taking the lead in the little family walk about. Dragging the hammer across the ground, my movements wouldn’t be as springy as it was yesterday. I hope that today we walk into a much weaker competition.

In the distance movement catches my eye…more lives to take. Stalking forwards, we’d lose the formation as we approach the things that we are to face today.

Growling, I’d charge forwards with the war hammer in the air as I try to blank out the screams that roll from my bandaged wounds. ”Time to fucking die bitches” I’d warn before swinging the war hammer down to my victim.

Today my lust for blood grows stronger, the cravings helping defend off the pain.

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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Feb 27, 2016 12:05:40 GMT -5

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Post by kousei ♚ on Feb 27, 2016 12:05:40 GMT -5

i n s a n i s .

{I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on}

Two canons I heard today.

The heat beats down on me, slamming me harder than a drum and leaving my head soaked in sweat. It's not long before I spot Iain's silhouette moving closer and closer to us but there's no sense of relief at seeing a ~~friendly~~ familiar face. Honestly, it could just be me and Hettie and I'd still feel perfectly fine because I consider her to be in my bracket and it's clear she must feel the same way from what happened just now. Ever since then I've felt like I've been walking in circles, an endless circle with Hettie by my side; the two lost tributes trying to find their way. My hammer hands slack at my side, my shoulder feeling like it's on the brink of being pulled out of it's socket and it screams at me for a break. Luxury denied. I can't drop my hammer and ask for a rest now, we've just had a pretty long and amazing rest and now we have to keep moving.

Before we know it Iain is right next to us, looking in a much better state than he did at least thirty minutes ago. The shadows of his burns still remain on his skin and the gashes are awkwardly stitched and bandaged but he's alive. Surprisingly. I expected the moment he got touched by a tribute's weapon he'd keel over and die. He managed to put in the work so that's a start. I saw the tip of his spear bite into Delta's arm and it didn't look pretty. He's becoming one of us.

Speaking of one us us... "Where's Cecilia?" I ask him bluntly, staring at him suspiciously. I know he didn't kill her, I know he doesn't have the stomach to murder Cecilia in cold blood and I'm pretty sure the canon I heard earlier was someone else's. No, he doesn't have the guts. He looks at me, a flash of snark passes along his features before he replies. "Since when was she my responsibility?" He asks, clearly not in the mood for my questioning. Watch your tongue boy. I feel a pang of annoyance and I'm clenching my jaw. I should rip his tongue right out.

However, Hettie immediately answers with fresh venom spitting from her mouth. "Well she is your girlfriend, have you not kept a tag on her?" She answers, obviously not willing to tolerate any sass from this boy. The ghost of a smile finds it's way on my lips but Iain just refuses to give up, he'll fight until the end. Shame he can only do that with his tongue. He replies with even more weak venom that his tongue can muster. "She was never my girlfriend, and i don't know where she is." I suppress the urge to giggle.

Still, I can't let Cecilia stay roaming around for long. Ezero and his would be queenslayers are still roaming the area. If they find her and kill her then they'll just take her supplies and then we'll have a harder time killing them. Or they could just torture her for information on our camp, injuries and supplies and then kill her. At least that's guys like me would do. However, I remember with a amusement that there are no guys like me, there is only me. That means the second option is likely not going to happen. Still, the supplies might be a problem.

"I guess we're looking for her then." I command, jerking my head in any random direction I think she might be and begin walking, wondering if the other two will follow. I glance behind me and see Hettie still with me but Iain still in his same spot. I clench my fists harder than my jaw fuck him then! Of all people I thought he'd be kissing my feet and worshipping the ground I walk on for allowing us to go and find our lost alliance member. I suppose he lacks the stomach to even do that.

It's not long before our tiring walk leads us to her and thankfully not a corpse with her body looted for valuable supplies. Stupid. I immediately think, for leaving the safety of Iain just to sit with her feet dangling in the water. We trek next to her so she notices us. "Good job." I state casually with a smile and that's actually genuine.

Dead by fire...

I immediately remember my cousin burning Claude Aeger to death and then dousing the flames with more and more whiskey just to finish him off. His screams of agony and his flesh blackening and charring. Just thinking of the agony he went through, begging, screaming pleading for the sweet release of death. Every time that reply was playing on the television I made sure to watch it. I was so transfixed and interested by the very concept of watching someone burn; being forced to smell their own flesh cook and the last thing they hear being their screams of agony and the fire enjoying their flesh.

And the fact a Keeni performed such an act made it all the better.

To think Cecilia, this little girl killed Delta in the same way as Willis fucking Keeni impresses even me. The jealousy starts out as a small spark but eventually builds up, engulfing me and burning me from the inside out. I want to leave someone hating life before I kill them. But Cecilia has that pleasure and she better savour it.

"Ezero didn't think so. Neither does Iain..." Cecilia replies to my comment weakly; I can't tell if it's because Ezero's blow got to her or if it's because of her kill. I'm thinking it's a mixture of both. Why would she care about his opinion. Just his name causes my blood to boil I clench my fists, the rage threatening to spill over in a huge rip tide. Before I can respond Hettie does and she performs my duty in enlightening the peasantry with the harsh truth. "They are both weak boys, their opinion shouldn't matter to you." She tell her and I hope the truth hits Cecilia hard.

I smile because I completely agree with everything Hettie tells this girl because it's all completely true. Iain is a dead man walking and Ezero dug his own grave the moment he sent his knife in Hettie's general direction. He was lucky he got away this time. "Their opinions are what I used to believe. It's who I am... was" She tries to justify her thinking and I can't help but laugh. She's too impressionable, nothing but a fucking kid. She may have burned Delta alive but she's still a little kid at heart.

It's disappointing really.

"Ezero tried to kill us. Because of that he's a dead man walking, he means nothing." I dismiss her logic with the royal flick of my wrist. Her way of thinking will never work, I won't allow it, I can't allow it. Everything I say is true, when we next find Ezero and his gang of wannabe queenslayers we will kill them, every single last one of them. I'm going to cut them, I'm going to break them, I'm going to leave them pleading for death and then some. Then they will be given the sweet release, only when I deem it worthy. Judgement is cruel and it will come in the form of my hammer.

"He means everything to me. He's from home. He is part of me. He was..." Cecilia begins, her weak justification continuing to claw through but Hettie takes charge and interrupts her massively. "Used to believe? Then stop believing that...being in this arena has given you the chance to change. Be a ruthless girl...forget about your home, this arena is your home now." Hettie forcefully tells her.

"I won't be able to go back home anyways. Not after what I did. But I took care of that. I'll carry her name from now on." Before I can even think about what that means she sighs and continues. "Does Iain hate me?" She asks as if that's relevant in the slightest. Her weird care for Iain's opinion is questionable to say the least. I don't understand why she cares so much, I just can't.

Just like me Hettie definitely can't understand it either.

"You shouldn't care what Iain thinks, you did really good for killing that girl, you are strong." She tells her.

I keep silent for all of this, I just allow this all to happen, allow the corruption of innocence to fester and take hold within Cecilia Brontz. I know what Hettie is trying to do, I know just what she's trying to do. She's trying to turn her into one of us.

Personally, I don't think Cecilia has the stomach. Oh, but she's full of surprises is she not.

"I'm a murderer. Just like you and Insanis will be." Cecilia tells us, clearly trying to stop the turn but the queen won't allow it. She wants this to happen but I just don't see it happening.

"Wear that title proudly, don't let society tell you murderers are criminals. Many heroes were murderers." She says, as if trying to justify murder to the little one. What a lie. No heroes where murderers. Does she mean the victor? I suppose it's possible, to a blind career district victors must be the source of many bedtime stories parents tell their kids. Oh but no victors were ever heroes, at least I don't consider them heroes. Soap O'Leary is nothing but a false king and Cricket is a queen waiting to lose her crown. They're not heroes and I never considered them heroes for a second. I don't think anyone else in District Six does either, we haven't had one in at least twenty years.

"Be proud of killing someone?" Cecilia asks, her interest piqued and looking at Hettie.

What?

However, before my eyes the scene continues to play out. "Yes it means you're strong, taking a life gives thrill. You may feel sad that you killed the District Nine girl but it was your first time, you'll soon enjoy it." Hettie continues.

"You promise?" Cecilia asks, as if staring hope in the face to save her from the pressure of guilt.

"I promise." Hettie replies.

I sling myself up and my hammer over my shoulder and begin making my way away from those two, suppressing my shock. Fool. I was wrong. Cecilia Brontz isn't a weak, impressionable foolish child. She's a sponge, a sponge that will absorb anything and everything and that will form her final shape, she will take anything they fed to her and soak it up without question. Perhaps I was completely wrong.

We set up camp, (Hettie and Cecilia are just too injured to really travel) and I'm fine with that. If Ezero stumbles here then even better. I lay with my back to the floor fantasising about the sweet moment when I pass judgement.

Second drag into minutes and minutes into hours and by the time the anthem plays I'm still thinking about the judgement I will pass on the three of them.

Quadrys Lexig, District One: I huge riptide of relief rushes past me when his face shows up because that's another career dead which means that's less people who are trained to to gut people like me. That leaves only the District One female, the District Two female and both the District Fours. That's good, although whoever or whatever killed him is still out there.

Delta Castely, District Nine: Oh so that was her last name. The smell of cooking flesh rushes into my nostrils once again and I can't help but smile at the memory. She was nothing but a taster of the judgement to come. I will pass judgement on every single one of them and take my place on the throne resting on the pile of their flesh. Her face fades to join the stars and that's the last I see of her.

Two faces for two canons, still, nineteen tributes left alive seems like a bit much going into day 3.

I look to the side and see Hettie crawl next to me. The fabric of her black dress (stained with streaks of crimson) rub against my fingers, the clean and crispy parts feel like a pillow between my fingers and I focus on the parts of her skin that haven't ~~yet~~ been violated by steel. Her fiery hair is entrancing, keeping the sight of blood still transfixed in my fingers even through the darkness.

Weirdly, the body of the career helps me sleep at night despite the fact that only two candles were snuffed out today.

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The light is a knife, it rudely pierces my sleep like knife through butter. I squint and groan, rolling away from Hettie and immediately find my stained hammer that thirsts for blood. To my surprise I find Iain with us, having found us when we were sleeping I guess after deciding to stop being a sulking baby. I don't exchange any words with him because there's no need.

Before long we're awake and mobilised with all of our stuff packed. My backpack is slung around my back and my hammer slung over my shoulder. We trek in the same formation, Iain watching our rear, Hettie leading the way with me close behind and Cecilia right behind me. I'm staring into Hettie's back and I feel a sense of relief. Her gashes are already closing and the stitches and bandages we put in seems to have prevented infection or anything sinister. She looks too strong she looks like a queen once again. She doesn't look like she's on death's door any more. She looks like she was born for today, as if she's going to split bone and break skin. She's going to make the arena run red with blood and still have energy left over to slit the throats of any mutt or tribute and still smile about it. That's good I guess, it means I didn't fuck up. It means she's not going to drop dead. Focus!

My brain is on high alert, every sound being picked up but it's deathly silent. Too quiet. Just like the mood yesterday before Hettie got ambushed and their knives ripped into her of their own accord I feel the exact same now. We are definitely not alone. I check the floor, ensuring there are no more holes for me to fall into like yesterday when I nearly snapped my neck. Hah, what a joke of a way to die. An end fit for a king.

We don't walk for much longer, five minutes at the most because that's when we notice them. More of them, as if they're just candles waiting to be snuffed out.

They want more canons.

"Can I help you?!" I snarl, I step forwards my face pulled into an angry grin. They've come for us but unfortunately for them they showed up at the wrong time for the wrong tributes.

Just a quick movement and not a moment of hesitation and I eagerly spring forwards, hungry for the kill.

Yesterday I heard two canons sound, let's see if I'll hear more today.

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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Feb 27, 2016 12:07:58 GMT -5

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I hope you die... before you ever have to take a life..."

I ran from Iain and I ran from my problems. There is so much going on inside my head and for it to come out like that is just purely accidental yet purposeful. I do want Iain to die first. I do want Iain to have to exit this arena first and not have to have the blood of someone on his hands. He's such an innocent person just as I thought I was and here I am not anymore. Who knew that someone who loved the miracle of life, would stoop so low and murder someone with fire? Who would have known that as gaunt and tiny as me, would have been able to throw that flaming knife hard enough or in the right direction to make the heat expand and take that girl into its warm embrace?

I didn't.

I didn't want any of that and as my feet play in the water, the flow carelessly tickling my toes, I hear the footsteps first and the voice last. Though, the voice comments something that my mind won't accept. There is no glory with the dead. There is no love where there is now hate.

"Good Job." I shake my head and stop moving my feet in the water. I become still and hard as a rock. My eyes lingering on the name written upon my leg, carved by the very knife that killed her with. The knife is still laying in the water, washing away the blood of that girl and washing away the blood of my own. However, Delta is now a part of me. Her blood runs through my veins. She will stay alive for as long as I am. If only I knew her last name.

"Ezero didn't think so. Neither does Iain..." It's true. Iain probably hates me right now just as I let those words flow through my lips and cause him probably the most outrageous pain he's ever felt, emotionally. We were suppose to be friends. We were suppose to be the dynamic duo. The two that would stay together for all time, but I ruined that the moment Delta died. I don't deserve to be his friend. He deserves so much better. He has his innocence stilll in tact.

Hettie's voice exits next and dances into my ears. The feminine voice drawing me out of my stupor long enough to listen though my eyes never part from the letters. "They are both weak boys, their opinion shouldn't matter to you."

"Their opinions are what i used to believe. It's who I am... was." I try to tell her, to fight against what she is trying to do but Insanis interrupts me with a heated responce.

"Ezero tried to kill us. Because of that he's a dead man walking, he means nothing."

I feel the tension in the air and hear their words playing in the warm, moist air. How dare they try to tell me that my past doesn't matter? I am still Cecilia... I think?

"They mean everything to me. He's from home. He is part of me. He was..." I am cut off again by a female's voice of reason. These two people that have come to find me are the ones that are trying to tell me everything is going to be okay. I'm not sure if I can trust them. I'm not sure what their intensions are but they are more caring than Iain is right now. I only heard two sets of footsteps and not three. That means that Iain doesn't want me to be found. He only wants what's best for himself. He has no clue what is going on inside my head and he's so self absorbed that he can't see that I'm hurting and I can't handle this torture.

"Used to believe? Then stop believing that...being in this arena has given you the chance t change. Be a ruthless girl...forget about your home, this arena is your home now." I bite into my lip. This arena can't be my home. I don't want to stay here. I want to go back home, but that's impossible.

"I won't be able to go back home anyways. Not after what I did. But I took care of that. I'll carry her name from now on." The clean new lines on my leg are visible for them to see but they make no fuss about it. Good... it's not up to them to judge me for what I did.

"Does Iain hate me?" I'm still curious since he isn't here and I can't hear his voice.

Hettie has become my voice of reason right now. Every word I hang on to as if I'm falling into a pit and only a vine to hold on to. She is my vine. She's the only thing keeping me from falling. Not insanis. Not Iain. Not Ezero. Hettie... understands...?

"You shouldn't care what Iain thinks, you did really good for killing that girl, you are strong." Am I really? Why?

"I'm a murderer. Just like you and Insanis will be." I justify what I think I know. I'm becoming like them and soon enough, they'll become like me.

"Wear that title proudly, don't let society tell you murderers are criminals. Many heroes were murderers."

I start to swing my legs in the water, pushing down further just a little more to let the warm water engulf the words and drown the name of Delta. The rest of the blood start to taint the stream but there is no pain. My leg is numb. And just like my numb leg, my heart has become numb as well andd I question her statement of wearing that title proudly. I turn to her, look at her face and then to her eyes and study the cut on her cheek that has been bandaged and taken care of.

"Be proud of killing someone?" My voice cracks slightly and my heart skips a beat. I'm questioning her for all the wrong reasons. No one is supposed to feel good about killing no one. Not at home, and definately not in this arena. I took a kids life. She might have been older than me, but she was still a child. She was still a daughter to some mother or father. A sibling to a brother or sister and I just sent her home in a wooden box burnt to a crisp. Maybe Hettie is right? Maybe this is what I'm supposed to be doing and the only way to go back home is to listen to her and do whatever is necessary. Perhaps, this is the price to pay for innocence. Any guilt I had previous is starting to wash away with each lap against the shore. The water gently tears away at the surface, molding it to look exactly how it wants it to be.

"Yes. It means you're strong, taking a life gives thrill. you may feel sad that you killed the district nine girl, but it was your frist time, you'll soon enjoy it."

Enjoy killing? Are you sure? You act like this is normal. You act like I should really be a hollow heart while I'm here. Maybe you are right? Her woven words wrap themselves around my heart, comforting something I thought was broken. What Iain has once filled and was now empty. Hettie's words have now filled the void from within and the lace of her words hugging my heart.

"You promise?" I ask, drawing my feet out of the water and crossing them in front of me. And the responce that comes next fills the void with a completely new feeling. She promises to me that this will all feel good in due time. That what I had grown up to know and to follow was all wrong and here I tried to help Iain with that fabricated plan that having a heart was all good and dandy and not to let anyone tell you different. He hasn't killed anyone. He is still an innocent youth. He can still die an innocent and go home a hero but I can not. If I go home, it'll be in a box, maybe, but my heart and my family won't be no where to be seen. At least with Hettie and Insanis, I can feel like I belong. This arena is my home. This spring is my fortress.

Hours pass by after making camp, and the light turns to darkness. The night turns to the sky as the anthem plays and then somehow, the first name and face turns up into the sky. The boy I never saw is there, smiling down at us. For the next few moments, I dread the next. I know who it will be. I know what she looked like when I threw that knife and then I remember how she looked as she was screaming in agony and felt the everlasting bite of my need to kill without realization.

Her face appears first as a cruel reminder of what I did. I take it as a good thing though. Now, instead of the burnt and charring body being teh last thing I remember, it's now her bright and fresh face. She's not dead. She's immoralized in the sky forever. I shift my gaze to the right at the name and see the words that are printed on my leg but her last name comes as a surprise. Castley. I see that name. I say the name aloud with a whispered tone. She will remain with me forever as the girl I killed. The girl that changed my life forever.

Night then turns to day and as the rays of the morning light come to gracefully wake me up, I notice how Insanis and Hettie are close to each other, providing each other warmth where I am by myself and Iain is in his garbage bag. I don't say a word to him. Instead, I seem to draw nearer to Hettie than Iain and I can tell that Iain and I are no longer friends, but rivals in terms of how our hearts love. A pang of guilt does overtake me though. A twinge of hatred for what I said to him and Hettie's words replay into my mind. You shouldn't care what Iain thinks...

So, I listen to that and keep my gaze facing forward. Today is new. Today, there will be something else to shape my future. I can only hope that it's going to be one step closer to home.

Silence then turns to an uproar. Movement and sounds begin to alert us all of the distant future and I withdraw the knifes and throw everything else down. I'm not sure what else I am to do, but numb my heart and take a breath. It'll all be over soon for someone or something. I take a deep breath, still botherd by the broken rib. I've had worse, I"m sure and right now is not the time to wine.

Cecilia attacks [ Skeleton #2 ] with throwing knife

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9060 -- Deep Gash on Calf -- 8.0 damage

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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Feb 27, 2016 12:11:35 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Feb 27, 2016 12:11:35 GMT -5

i a i n .

Beads of sweat rolled down the side of his face as the stench of smoke and burning flesh filled his nostrils. Stomach acid burnt his tongue leaving a horrible taste in is mouth as everyone ran away until only Cecilia remained. Her hands stitched the gash in his leg together, and she wrapped bandages around it, yet no words filled the air. Every hair stood on end as the eerie silence ate through his body piercing through his fragile skin like the needle Cecilia was holding in her hand while stitching his leg back together. Tears swam through his eyes threatening to fall down his face at any given second, but he refused to let them fall because Iain wanted to feel strong. But Iain was weak. The pain in his lame leg was more than he wanted to feel right now, however, feeling pain made him feel alive, and being alive in the arena was far more important than dealing with the pain. Maybe if I wasn't crippled and weak, they wouldn't have tried to kill me. He thought to himself for only a moment.

Tears swam from the five year old's eyes as he landed on the ground sprawled eagle. Every ounce of oxygen inside his lungs spewed into the air making it impossible to breathe. His mind raced rapidly as he tried to force himself into a seated position, but he couldn't move. His eyes snapped shut, and he laid on the ground until the sound of his mother's voice echoed throughout his ears. "Iain, Iain, I'm right here." Her hands wrapped around him pulling him towards her. Her arms wrapped around him an embraced him in a hug while questioning what happened. A harsh sob bounced from his lips as he wrapped his hand around the giant gash on his arm. Blood leaked from his fingers. "Mama will fix you up, honey, I promise." A small smile twisted across his face until more tears poured from his eyes. "I wanna be normal mama. I wanna climb trees like my friends. I wanna run and play. I wanna be normal mama." His voice was quiet as tears poured from his eyes, and her loving hands pulled him closer before wiping the blood away from a gash spread across his arm. "Iain..." Her voice cut off leaving his name floating through the air. "You can do anything you set your mind to. You have to believe. Because I believe in you."

"I wanna be brave mama. I wanna be strong. I don't wanna be like this. I'm weak mama. I'm so weak."

Iain had hoped the presence of Cecilia would calm the dancing nerves inside his body, but her presence wasn't a blessing, and his heart ached for her, but his heart wasn't anywhere close to be prepared for the amount of pain his friend put him through. "It's all a lie, Iain. Having a heart is... IS the worst thing in the world. I hope you never have to... I hope... I HOPE YOU DIE....before you ever have to take a life..."

Her words surround him bouncing through his skull quicker than anything in the world. A shattered heart danced inside his chest pounding against his sternum threatening to burst through his skin at any given second. The eyes of the eight year old boy stared into the eyes of his friend praying she would wrap her arms around him, and tell him everything was alright, but her actions were the exact opposite. "I wish you were dead!" His heart plummeted towards the ground as the weight of the pushed down against him. Tears spilt from his eyes. His heart shattered like a mirror. Shards flew in every direction scattering across the floor. "It...it was an accident, Kiera, I swear I didn't mean to spill water on your picture. I didn't mean to ruin it. I'm sorry." The tiny boy stated trying to keep his cool as he focused on his friend praying for forgiveness, yet it wasn't there. "I hope you die the most painful death Iain Miristioma. That was all I had left, and you ruined it. So never talk to me again." And with that he watched his friend walked away never to return.

A sword sliced through his body tearing his soul away from him as tears rapidly fell from his eyes, and he watched as Ceci started walking away, and every part of his being begged him to scream for her to stay with him, to not leave him alone. His feet felt like they were glued to the ground. Every step she took tore a piece from his heart leaving the broken boy trapped in the midst of the arena alone without anyone to care about him.

Shrieks burst from his lips filling the air around him as her words bounced through his skull over and over. When he could finally move, Iain found himself collapsing towards the ground with his arms extended out in front of him to shield his face from the possible blow. Pain vibrated through his arms ending in his shoulders the moment his hands hit the waterlogged ground. An almost unbearable weight pressed against him. Every muscle inside his fragile body shook rapidly as the flood gates opened. A waterfall of tears poured from his eyes. Oh Tobias, I need you right now. I really need you because nobody else needs me. And with that, Iain curled himself into a fetal position.

Wind howled through the cracks in the old house whispering in the dark, and Iain found himself staring at the floor drawing a blanket around him. Blood trickled from his knuckles dripping silently towards the ground as the sound of footsteps grew louder and louder. The ten year old knew he was in trouble, but the anger and pain and feeling of worthlessness radiated through his body. Tiny hands clenched tightly into fists as his mother stood in front of him staring down at him with disappointment in her eyes. The thundering of his heart echoed through his mind as he forced himself to look at her. But she left without saying a word - only a shake of the head, and Iain felt horrible.

Violent sobs erupted through his lips as he curled up into a fetal position on the floor in front of his bed. Tiny fingers ran over top the dirt floor allowing himself the chance to feel alive. The dirt acted as a grounding point to bring him back to the reality until the sound of footsteps echoed through his mind. The ground shook beneath the weight of the world until they stopped beside him. "Shh...Shh, I'm right here little brother." The calm voice of Tobias echoed through his mind as his hand brushed through his hair. "I'm never going to leave you. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Tobias, why does nobody want me?" The young boy asked quietly as he lifted a shaky hand to wipe the tears away. "I'm always messing up."

"Iain, I want you. I love you my brother."

"But I have no friends. I'm just another useless person." Tears continued rolling down the face of the ten year old boy as Tobias wrapped him into his arms. "Please don't leave me, Tobias. Please. I need you. I really need you. Always."

His thoughts quickly shifted towards Cecilia. His mind was torn into pieces fighting amongst themselves trying to reach a decision. Iain was a fool for thinking their friendship was real because friendships weren't real. Every time he tried to make a friend the world had other plans. Ceci used him as a shield to protect herself, but at the same time he wanted to find her. He wanted to make sure she was alright because he cared about her like he had cared about Kiera and his family. But she doesn't care about you. "But I care about her." He whisperd quietly to himself as he forced himself into a standing position. Iain had to find his allies. He needed them even if they didn't need him.

"Where's Cecilia?"" A male voice broke through his thoughts, and Iain turned around. Insanis could've killed him if he wanted to, but he didn't. Anger surges through his veins. Why does everyone only care about Cecilia? Glaring at him, Iain tried to keep himself calm, yet his blood boiled inside him. "Since when was she my responsibility?" He asked plainly as he cocked his head to the side. But it wasn't Insanis who replied. Hettie's words echoed through his mind over and over. "Well she is your girlfriend, have you not kept a tag on her?"

Iain cringed at the word girlfriend. Part of him wanted to believe a spark was set on fire the first time he met Ceci in the training center, and then after that when she stole his grapes, but his feelings were wrong. Cecilia Brontz never cared about him because she ran away when he needed her the most. "She was never my girlfriend, and I don't know where she is." His words erupted from his lips sounding harsher than he meant to, but at this moment Iain Miristioma was separating himself from everyone else. He wasn't going to remain the meatshield of the group. "Guess we're looking for her then."

And like that Iain was alone once more.

But he was never alone. Not with his brother by his side. Tobias never left him behind. Never turned him away from anything, and even in the midst of the storm, Tobias walked beside him in spirit. Every step of the way, Iain called upon his brother begging for his help. Fear crawled across his body as stared off into the distance before lowering himself to the ground once more.

Maybe he should help Insanis and Hettie find Cecilia. All he ever wanted to do was help, and this was a chance to prove it.

"Kirito, I wanna help." The eleven year old boy stated plainly as he watched Kirito work his magic on the person lying on the table in front of him. Blood spewed from the large laceration on his arm, and Iain watched intently taking in his every movement. "Can I help? Please?" All throughout his life, Iain wanted to help. To make sure everyone was taken care of, however in the process, Iain forgot to take care of himself.

"Iain, if ya want, me an' ya can gatha some plants for him 'cause he's gonna need them." Ikaia stated as he burst into the room.

"I would love to!" A joyful smile twisted across his face as he hobbled from the house following behind his cousin.

"Ya can always help me if ya wanna. Ain't nothin' wrong with that. I can show ya 'bout plants. But ya always gotta make sure ya do the right thin' 'cause not helpin' can make it worse."

His gaze shifted from the ground to the sky. The sun slowly began to crawl behind the horizon for the night, and Iain knew what he had to do. Using the base of his harpoon to help him stand, Iain trekked through the arena praying that nobody noticed him walking alone. His lame foot kept catching uneven spots on the ground, and many times almost fell. Iain was weak. His stomach howled begging for food, and the dry patch on his tongue grew drier with each passing second.

Fatigue crept through his veins. Sleep was calling his name, but Iain knew he had to find them. To make sure that they were alright. Yet in the back of his mind he knew Insanis and Hettie were more than capable of caring for themselves - it was Ceci he worried about. Insanis and Hettie were violent and cruel, and he prayed they didn't kill her while he wasn't looking, but no cannons blasted through his ears. Just two from earlier. One from district nine, and one from someone else. Desperation was slowly taking over, and each step grew slower and slower until he felt like he had nothing left to give. Looking into the sky, he made a plea. "Harbinger, I need more of your secret stuff. It made me stronger."

A small chuckle escaped his lips because he knew his pleas were useless especially in a place where dying was important. "You can do whatever you set your mind to." The words of his family echoed throughout his mind whispering in his ears with each breath of the wind. I can do it. I'll find them. I. Will. Find. Them.

The moon crept across the sky, and the anthem blared throughout the area. Fear swept through his body as he stared into the sky as the faces flew before him. District one and district nine. Relief immediately flowed through his veins knowing that Cecilia was still alive. As much as she hurt him, Iain needed to find her because he cared about her. He wanted to mend their relationship the Capitol has tried so desperately to break. I'm coming Ceci. I'm coming. Each step grew stronger and stronger as a sense of urgency swept through the back of his mind. His stride grew wider as he had finally found a purpose to move forward, and he ran as fast as his crippled leg allowed.

His eyes scanned the area searching over and over for his alliance as the night grew darker and darker. The moon lit the way for only a bit until he finally stumbled upon a sleeping Insanis and Hettie. His eyes darted from place to place looking for Cecilia, but he knew he wouldn't find comfort in finding her. Iain froze in his tracks wondering if he had missed the cannon sounding until he saw her silhouette in the distance. Peace flowed through his body as he took a deep breath allowing the air to fill his lungs.

Sighing silently to himself, Iain curled up in a ball inside his trash bag wrapping his hand around the wooden part of the tomahawk, and for the first time, the fourteen year old allowed himself to sleep.

But he didn't escape the nightmares of the district nine female burning in front of him.

His eyes snapped open at the first sound of movement around him, and he looked around noticing that Cecilia had taken her place closer to Hettie and Insanis leaving the useless, worthless boy out. Many times in his life, Iain wasn't needed, and this was one of those moments. His heart ached inside him longing for a chance to reconcile and rebuild the relationship, but in that moment he knew the friendship he had worked so hard to build was over. Lowering his gaze, he carefully removed himself from the trash bag before drawing it tight. Lifting his arms into the air he allowed himself the chance to stretch, but he never said a word to anyone. Nobody cared he was gone half the day. They didn't care he could've died because Iain wasn't important to them. He wasn't worth as much as their precious princess, Cecilia.

Hoisting the trash bag into the air, he followed behind them. Once more Iain brought up the rear. His eyes focused on th eground in front of him. One step after another he felt himself wanting to run away to prove that he was more than capable of surviving by himself, and that he didn't need any of them. But in the blink of an eye, the world changed around him as the wind picked up. The trash bag rippled in the wind, and he watched as the stormclouds rolled in.

A storm was brewing, and Iain knew what had to happen.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed around him. Something felt off as bones slowly rose from the ground holding swords in their hands. Fear crept across his body, and every hair stood on end as he stared at the creations in front of him -

("Kirito, I'm so afraid."
"It's okay to be afraid." Kirito replied.
"Just focus on waking up tomorrow.")

Insanis and Hettie lunged forward attacking the skeletons in front of them, and once again Insanis was broke a bone, and Hettie had managed to do something. And before he could move Cecilia was throwing a knife. Iain froze in his tracks for only a moment wondering if he should leave them for dead, but something kept him there. I'm sorry, Cecilia. He wanted to say, but the words were gone as quickly as they appeared. Kirito, I want to see another sunrise. Please help me. He thought before following the three of them into action. Iain wasn't ready to die because somewhere another sunrise was awaiting him.

[ Iain attacks {skeleton #2} | tomahawk ]
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result: 11189 -- Severed Left Hand at Wrist -- 9.0 damage

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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Feb 27, 2016 12:37:41 GMT -5

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Post by [nyte] on Feb 27, 2016 12:37:41 GMT -5

VERDANA She did not feel their blades, their petty attempts to stop her in her tracks as she advanced- gaunt smile plastered upon her rotting cheeks. Pain was not for the dead- to ashes she was born and to ashes she would return. As sure as the wires ticking away in her metal chest she knew that she was born to die. Crafted from metal and sent into this world for a kind of sick justice. Cowards. Vile things. The words had been planted between every disc in her ivory spine and she hated them. She would enjoy this.

[attacks Iain -- Sword]
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[Miss -- 0.0 damage]

COURIER He was Vepar's favorite. A bit of a runt - the gamemaker seemed fond of those sorts - and stained a slight yellow hue. He was made of older bones, the first creation in what became a swarm of armor-clad skeletons. Swish. The hand holding his sword was chopped clean off, falling upon the ground with a soft thump and Courier let out an aggrivated sigh. He held up a finger- signalling for the tributes to give him a moment before picking up his hand from the swamp floor and reattaching it to the rest of him. Absent mindedly- he wondered if the tributes could preform such a neat parlor trick. Curiosity overcame the small skleton. He was doing to find out.

[attacks Cecilia -- Sword]
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[Severed Left Arm at Shoulder -- 10 damage]

IMPACT He hated blood. It was gross- thick and filled with congealed lumps, frankly something he was glad to be rid of the day he was born again and found himself made of nothing but bleached bones. He hated the smell- the iron tang would have made his stomach churn had he had one. Death was sweet to him, pain and emotion a mere memor. All he could be bothered with now was bloodlust, something he was surprised to feel given his hatred for the substance. Not as small as Courier, not as viscous as Verdana poor Impact was left the unloved middle child. He would cry if he had any tear ducts remaining.

[attacks Insanis -- Sword]
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[Deep Gash on Right Forearm -- 8.0 damage]

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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Feb 27, 2016 13:02:36 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 27, 2016 13:02:36 GMT -5

h e n r i e t t a .

Blood has been on my mind since I stepped off of that podium and it has remained not because my black dress is currently coated in the crimson substance but because I need it. A tribute’s…or even a mutt’s, I just need the nature’s beautiful creation to mess around with, paint the arena with. I could give my alliance makeovers with the substance…it would really be in their favour. Blood would go well with the trashy outfit that they have been forced to wear; maybe I could stain their ridiculous pink shoes with the red beauty. We could call ourselves the The Travelling Crimson Cruise…

However the gamemakers are doing a brilliant job at trying to wean me off my addiction…skeletons. As soon as I brought my war hammer down onto the victim’s arm, I was then able to identify what exactly it was as I only had killer mode switched on so didn’t bother to look at the thing before I hit it…it’s just a skeleton. Or maybe one of the tributes has been skinned alive yet still remain alive? No that is quite impossible…but skeletons…just bones. No organs, skin…no blood. What a disappointing show and there is only three of them…I’ll be able to blow these over like a deck of cards. ”Is this all you can do?" I’d shout the sky as I swing my war hammer in the air.

Glancing around to the rest of my alliance, again Iain would surprise me, severing the hand off of one of the skeletons. Damn the boy has hidden talents… However the exact skeleton he hit turns onto Cecilia, completely removing her arm…my poor princess! The other two turn to Insanis and Iain, the one I hit completely missing the stroppy boy and the other pierces it’s sword into Insanis’ forearm. I am not having a bag of bones butcher my alliance…this isn’t the way they’re going to go…this isn’t what they deserve.

The wind begins to pick up around me as I charge towards the skeleton that severed Cecilia’s arm, hoping to take an eye for an eye. Gritting my teeth as the pain tries to hold me back from the fight, I'd lunge the war hammer forwards.

[Attacks skeleton warrior no.2 | Spiked Blunt]
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[14055 -- GASH/BRUISED LEFT FEMUR -- 4.0 damage]

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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Feb 27, 2016 18:47:53 GMT -5

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Post by kousei ♚ on Feb 27, 2016 18:47:53 GMT -5

i n s a n i s .

{I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on}

(Clink. Clink. Clink.)

Every movement they make, every joint they twitch, every sword they swing makes that same noise. That same disgusting noise that sends my brain haywire with it's repetition, with the fact they edge closer and closer. Just the sight of them causes rage to run through my body, causing my blood to boil like water. Perhaps that's why a sense of pride began to thrust its way up my chest the moment I heard that all-too-familiar crunch then it's splinters of knee fly all over the place, showering me a little bit.

I don't even know if it can feel pain, I can't tell. There are no features, no eyes, no wails of agony and no pleading. It's all empty. There's no flesh for the broken fragments of bone to stick out of, there's no red flowing down it's body, there's no sweat or tears to run down their faces. It's knee shattered like an eggshell but that's it. It doesn't even seem fazed in the slightest.

(Clink. Clink. Clink.)

My sense of satisfaction turns into horror as my eyes widen, I stumble back from these freaks of nature as it continues with that horrible noise. It doesn't take long for me to notice there are more, two more to be exact wielding the same weapons making those same stoic, repetitive noises that dance around the area and enter my ears slowly, mocking me with their desensitised forms. Vile... Disgusting...

My allies have the same idea as me, Iain leaps into action with his tomahawk and strikes the hand of the skeleton clean off with a single stroke. It's hand drops to the floor like a stone but it continues. (Clink. Clink. Clink.) It doesn't stop, it keeps moving. Cecilia has the same idea and flings a knife so it damages the skeleton I hit further but it just keeps moving, clicking its joints and gripping its sword.

They spring into action in unison, none of them hesitating. The first blade sails past Iain, surprising my how they managed to miss him of all people. "My arm...." Cecilia's wail fills the air and when I snap my vision to her I see her arm laying discarded and useless on the floor. Once a useful limb that slayed Delta Castely now reduced to a useless piece of meat.

I was stupid, so stupid I didn't notice one of the skeleton's own blades sailing towards me.

(Clink. Clink. Clink.)

When it enters my flesh I'm drowning. A riptide of red surrounds me, coating my body in horrible pain. Agony shoots up my arm but I don't even have the energy to yell out as Cecilia did. I just collapse. My leg betray me, my bones instantly turning into jelly as the ground rushes up to meet me and I meet it with a rough grunt. I can feel the exposed inside of my arm being shown to the air, my very weakness, my innards exposed for all to see. Warmth rushes down my arm and slowly hits the floor in soft droplets. Everything's a blur, everything is just a wave of red swimming past me, the skeletons are swarming us despite the fact that there are only three of them. It rips through every fibre in my arm because the sword just tore my arm open. Oh but I hear one thing clearly, one thing is clear to me and will always be...

(Clink. Clink. Clink.)

My throat's as dry as a desert, I can't help but run my lips around my lips weakly as I sit myself up and blink three more times to see Hettie passing true judgement. Her hammer cuts through the air like it's nothing but paper and collides with one of the skeleton's leg and it instantly turns weak and limp. It crumbles to the ground, breaking apart in nothing but a pile of its former glory.

I smile.

(Clink. Clink.)

These things do have a weakness, these things can be beaten. I just have to hit, hit and then hit some more. "Vile creature... nothing but a sack of bones..." I begin, slinging myself up on my feet and gritting my teeth through this 'pain'.

"Leave us." I command and I once again bring my judgement down on the mutation.

[ Attacks Skeleton #1 with Warhammer ]
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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Feb 27, 2016 18:54:38 GMT -5

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Post by * on Feb 27, 2016 18:54:38 GMT -5

Thunder. Lightning. Wind. Rain. It all seemed to set the stage for what was about to happen. Completely blindsided by all of it, I find myself to be scanning between all the enemies and my allies alike.

I am every bit terrified when the ground begins to bubble. When the bones of the afterlife start to break through the ground and come to complete a skeleton; one of three. The sight of them makes my heart leap into my throat. The sight of the mutts freaking me out as I back up fast and look to my fellow alliance members. I've already let my blade fly once into the direction, watching as the knife puts a deep gash into one of the thick bones and I can tell that these are going to be easy to get rid of. They are bones, with a measley rib cage armor to protect them. They are already dead, too. They can't feel pain. They can't think for themselves. They are mindless zombies without flesh come to exact revenge for the bloodless bloodbath. And as Hettie said, I am strong. And I will be strong.

Iain's blade, the tomahawk that I had given him, completely severs the bonebags arm clean off. If only we can sever the other hand, the damn skeleton won't be able to fight anymore. And their swords will fall to the ground and be absorbed back where it came from. However, something changes drastically when the skeleton that I hit, along with Iain, turns on me in one felled swoop.

I watch the glint of the sword raise up. I see the skeleton take aim. What I failed to see is anything after that cause I close my eyes and try to defend myself.

Pain like I have never felt before comes out of no where. The location is known, but for some reason I fail to really put two and two together and fear keeps me from looking. However, my body reacts to it first and I fall hard to my knees. Something doesn't feel right and without a moment to spare, I feel my lungs seizing for air to go into lungs that hurt to expand. Damn broken ribs. I start grasping at my arm only to find...

"My arm...." I scream out in a horrible realization. I have no idea where my allies are. As I pull my hand back from touching the nothingness that was my arm, I go wide-eyed and my mouth drops. My fingers are coated with blood. I start trying to really see why my arm is no longer there and then attempt to try to staunch the flow of blood as I feel my face pale and my breaths stop. Tears well up fast in my eyes and I squint hard to not let the feeling of what just happened keep me from going on.

"HELP ME..." I plead, my voice quaking. "Help me.. my arm... Hettie? Insanis... Iain!"

I fumble with the rainy air around where my arm should be and my vision settles upon my discarded arm only a foot away from me. I gasp. The storming weather falls on it, mixing the reddness and water together. My stomach churns and bubbles with the acid drawing up into my throat but I refuse to lose it. I choke it back down and let the adrenaline course through my veins while I can and let my bloody fingers take hold of one of the knives that are nearest to me and throw it toward the skeleton who has haslready claimed it's fair share of blood. Blood that belonged to my allies.

"I'm not afraid to kill you."

[Cecilia launches a knife at Skeleton #1]

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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Feb 28, 2016 15:41:51 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Feb 28, 2016 15:41:51 GMT -5

i a i n .

Whispers tickled his neck with each gust of wind while his eyes focused on the skeleton in front of him. Heavy clouds danced above him threatening to spill tears from the sky flooding the grounds beneath him forcing the humidity to rise higher and higher. The blade of his axe glided through the air begging for a drop of blood, but instead was met with nothing but the sound of a bone severing in half as the hand holding the sword dropped to the ground with a deafening thud. A grim smile twisted across his face as he pulled the tomahawk back while the skeleton reached down to pick up the hand that was once attached. No cries of pain. No agony. Nothing filled his ears, but once the skeleton swung at him, Iain jumped away as fast as his leg allowed him, and the blade of bone and metal flew past him missing the boy's neck by centimeters. The world was quiet. The thundering of his heart matched the thunder cracking high in the sky until the unthinkable happened.

"My arm..." Spinning around, the fourteen year old saw Insanis on the ground blood pouring from his arm, but it didn't stop him because he saw the discarded arm lying on the ground. Fear crept through his veins as he turned further. "Help me.. Help me.. my arm... Hettie? Insanis..Iain!" Pain radiated from her voice, and Iain saw the blood spurting from the arteries severed by the skeleton. "Cecilia!" He screamed at the top of his lungs over the sound. Muffled roars bellowed inside his mind echoing through his own ears as he darted towards her. Feelings of helplessness and worthlessness pranced through his mind as the words she had said flew through his ears slapping him across the face reminding him of how Cecilia truly felt. But he couldn't let her die.

Kneeling by her side, Iain tried to find the words to say to calm her, yet he knew the situation was dire because she wouldn't last long until every drop of blood filtered through the arteries and veins exposed to the elements. Infection had the chance of setting in. The tomahawk fell from his hand for only a moment as the contents of his stomach rose into his throat and into his mouth burning his tonsils and his tongue. Yet he forced it down. Iain wasn't the weakling he was the other day when Cecilia killed the girl from nine. No, he was changed. Iain Miristioma was brave, and he wanted his entire misfit family to see another sunrise.

He rose to his feet lifting the axe from the ground as he moved forward. One step after another. His eyes focused on skeletons in front of him until one disintegrated with the help of Hettie, and the other two remained standing broken in front of him taunting those around him. To his surprise, Iain watched as Insanis missed, and he ducked as the knife flew over top him. A flame ignited inside him fueled by the anger of the Capitol devouring his friendship like it was nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. They could do whatever they wanted to him, but the young boy refused to watch his friends die. He refused to let the Capitol destroy something precious.

His grip grew tighter and tighter on the wooden handle of the axe until he was standing right in front of the skeleton. The breath of the wind blew on his neck - every hair stood on end. Iain was on a mission, and he wouldn't stop until nothing stood in his way. His lips pressed together tightly, and his words was like lava erupting from a volcano. "You have hurt my family. You have broken our relationships. But you will not hurt my friends!" Raising the axe into the air, Iain brought it down using the weight of the world to guide him. The Capitol wouldn't have their way as long as his heart was beating.

[ Iain attacks {Impact/Skeleton #3} | tomahawk ]
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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Feb 29, 2016 17:51:08 GMT -5

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Post by [nyte] on Feb 29, 2016 17:51:08 GMT -5

VERDANA - Death approached her and she intended to greet it like an old friend. Her circuits were shorting, sparking and burning and this was the end. They were never reanimated corpses, their entire existence was built off of cheap parlor tricks. There was no way to bring the dead back to life. They were robots. Machines. The bones of the dead mere tools in their act and she hoped - oh she hoped - that they believed for one moment that the pile of bones they now fought were the ghosts of those who had already fallen within the arena. She could barely speak- she had not a throat nor vocal chords - but she tried anyway. "Revenge has never tasted so sweet." It came out as a purr.

[attacks hettie - sword]
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IMPACT - He was dead. His friend turned to mere dust upon this ground, everything that once made him was nothing but fine white powder. Courier was nothing anymore. And he had not expected that to hurt as bad as it did, a deep kind of throbbing within his chest and he wondered if the heart that did not exist were breaking in two. There was so much he wanted to tell Courier, so much that he thought was better left unsaid. But there had always been a next time. He'd pluck up the courage one day oh yes he would and then they would have a happy ending even if they were nothing but AI and wires. He wanted to have a happy ending but Courier was dead and this was the end.

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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Mar 1, 2016 6:50:07 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Mar 1, 2016 6:50:07 GMT -5

h e n r i e t t a .

Disintegrating into dust in front of me, the death of skeleton would be disappointing…how unrealistic is that? Even its sword crumbled into fine particles a long with it, these gamemakers are doing their best to not have us become overpowering. A fine blade like the one these skeletons are carrying would have been an ideal swap for this enormous masculine weapon that I have to ferry around every day. Even the armour that fixed the skeleton’s bones together vanished…armour like that would’ve been good camouflage to hide the gaping wounds on my torso and to protect it from any familiar attacks in the future.

Battering against my face, the rain begins to become stronger, making the whole scenario seem…romantic. Despite the wind trying its best to blow us over, the temperature is still just as warm as it has been over the past three days. Having been forced to read novels by my mother and hear about other girl’s fantasies the conditions were always rainy, in these stories. Me and Insanis and the children, prancing about, knocking down a few skeletons here and there…it is the ideal date. We get to learn about each other a lot more and it is much more original than a picnic on the beach. As soon as the next two skeletons disappear into dust like their predecessor, we could carry on this double date further….although away from the children.

Standing before the pile of dust, I’d glance towards the rest of the party, hoping that they had already slayed the rest of them…however I am wrong. It seems they have contracted the disease I have possessed over the past two days and miss the skeletons entirely; even Cecilia’s hit contributes to nothing…how disappointing.

Dragging the war hammer across the ground, I’d hurry over to the weaker skeleton, knowing that just a tap will likely send it to its death. Before I get the chance to swing the hammer at the thing, it tries to spill blood from me…however missing entirely. Glancing over to Iain, the other skeleton also attempts to swing its sword at him however a domino effect has begun and it also misses entirely. ”You’re all so useless..even the skeletons. This should be an easy fight…where is the blood?” The only blood that has spilled in this fight is of Cecilia’s but I can’t take hers…she is my princess…

Raising the war hammer in the air, pain from each of my wounds begins to spiral out of control as it begins to swarm across my body. Gripping my teeth, I’d try my best to ignore it wanting to end the trend of missing and add another kill to my slowly building list…hopefully soon I shall have the names of tributes on it and not things that are already half dead.

[Attacks Verdana | Spiked Blunt]
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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Mar 1, 2016 12:49:36 GMT -5

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Post by kousei ♚ on Mar 1, 2016 12:49:36 GMT -5

i n s a n i s .

{I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on}

That noise is slowly driving my brain into a rage induced frenzy.

(Clink. Clink. Clink.)

My boned foe seems almost transparent, my hammer seemingly passing through through it and hitting nothing but air. With a snarl I bring it back towards me and back down again.

(Clink. Clink. Clink.)

It raises its sword and almost seems to brush my attack to the side nonchalantly, the clicking of its bones running through my mind in mockery. "Damn it!" I exclaim. I know full well my attack just didn't have enough weight behind it (funny since this hammer is so heavy it feels like my arm is about to be torn off) which frustrates me because the damn thing is trying to make me look weak. I growl with frustration and step back, my arm demanding a rest from all the swinging. Fatigue's already hitting my body harder than a truck, I don't know how much longer I can even keep this up for. I must look so weak. What do they all think? Are they laughing at me? Wondering what happened to me? Or are they just disappointed?

Suddenly, a knife sails through the air and snaps me out of my distracting thoughts. However, only grazes against the mutation and it barely takes any notice of it. Everything seems to have just simply disintegrated, gone pair shaped and ashy. Even though Iain attacks with a cold fire in his eyes and a surprisingly graceful weight behind his crippled leg he just cannot get anything done. Nothing can seem to get to them, no amount of swearing, swinging or screaming will send these skeletons down. No, Hettie did it. Oh but that pile of collapsed bones is an illusion, nothing but false hope just to see it shatter in the end.

(Clink. Clink. Clink.)

I hate that fucking noise.

(Clink. Clink. Clink.)

I really hate that noise. Every movement it makes, every sound that escapes sends my eye into rapid yet uncontrollable twitching. Every thing these things represent is blasphemous (the failure of a king, the fall of a kingdom, the death of Keeni, the absence of pain) and it's slowly driving me up the wall. They have no nerve endings, meaning when their bones splinter there are no screams of agony, there are no bone splinters sticking through flesh, there is no blood to match the red riptide of Hettie's hair. They're empty shells sent to mock me and spread heresy and lies. They're filth but they're dangerous.

(Clink. Clink. Clink.)

I inhale as they spring into action once again. Blades and threats sail through the air. I exhale as they all miss, nothing but air like it's some sort of trend. Hettie and Iain are untouched but Hettie's far from happy. ”You’re all so useless..even the skeletons. This should be an easy fight…where is the blood?” She questions, calling everyone and everything in area out with her career infested confidence and rage. I can't help but smile at her weak judgement. Any judgement passed on me is weak because no one has that kind of power over me. No one does, not even a career.

But still, I love it when she's mad.

Her weapon smashes into the skeleton with a new resounding crack! The skeleton crumbles to the ground, nothing but a new pile of dust and bones to join its friend. Punishment. It's far from over because I can still hear the noise.

(Clink. Clink. Clink.

My ears prickle, my eyes widen and my teeth are grinding like cogs because I immediately know that one is still standing. My knuckles are white from gripping the handle of my hammer so tightly.

Not a moment of hesitation or any venom spat at the damn thing, my body moves by itself before I can even think what I'm doing. One tap (one breath) and I strike to banish that filthy noise from my ears.

(Clink. Clink. Clink.)

This time I aim for its dirty fleshless head.

[ Attacks Skeleton #3 with Warhammer ]

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[STABBED IN STOMACH -- 9.5 damage]

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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Mar 1, 2016 13:43:46 GMT -5

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Post by * on Mar 1, 2016 13:43:46 GMT -5

This isn't right. Not at all. I used to be a whole person and then this happens to me. My arm is gone, now making me someone that I am not. My brothers have watched this happen to me. Watched as their big sister and hero has been cut down by mere skeletons. For them, the thought of the scary stories I used to tell will become their nightmares. This day they will remember without a doubt. I just hope that i won't be struck down by these monsters again because to suffer any more damage will surely end my life. These mutts are brutal. For the rest of my alliance, I have to keep going. I won't let the capitol beat me so fast.

"You're all so useless...even the skeletons. This should be an easy fight...where is the blood?" I want to stand up and show where the blood is or to point over to Insanis as I realize what's happened shortly after the bonebag took off my arm. However much the pain is starting to come on, I will not just give up now. Despite the need to lay down and succumb to the need to let my vision turn black, I fight it. I am a fighter... I am a fighter.

And Iain deserves an apology before I can let the world turn black on me. He didn't deserve the words that came from my lips yesterday because he's still standing in front of me - protecting me, just as I told him I would him. That promise I will never break. I may hope and pray that he never has to let his soul be ravedged by the thought of killing, but I still don't want any ill will against his person.

"Iain..." I mutter, and pause a moment as a wave of pain and nausea take over and I bend over my knees for a few moments. I shake my head to become more alert and force my eyes open more as I let my bloody grip go to another knife and when Insanis stabs the damn skeleton in the stomach area, peircing the armor and all, I gain just a little bit of hope. We are not outnumbered. With all four of us, we can defeat this mangy skeleton and make it wish that it had stayed under the ground. I grit my teeth and hold on tight to the knife with my right hand.

"You'll pay for hurting my friends... and making my brothers watch this." The knife is hurled into the direct of the skinless mutt.

[Cecilia launches a knife at Skeleton #3]

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{battle of bones} {Swamp Awakens vs skeletons} Day 3 Mar 1, 2016 17:28:05 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Mar 1, 2016 17:28:05 GMT -5

i a i n .

His axe fell short of completing the task at hand, and dread slowly began to creep through his body as he stared into the empty eye sockets of the skeleton in front of him. Anger and rage boiled through his veins, and with each gust of wind, Iain felt himself growing stronger and stronger. His dark eyes focused on the sword in front of him as the vile creature raised it into the air. His legs moved before he knew what was happening, and with a not so careful sidestep, the scrawny kid managed to step out of the way allowing the blade to fly by him without making any sort of connection.

Narrow eyes focused on the beast in front of him, and his thoughts were far from amazing because all the young man thought about was seeking vengeance for his friend, yet his worthless nature completely destroyed any plan he was thinking about. But it wasn’t the sound of the bones clicking together that brought him out of the state he was in - it was Hettie’s voice barking cold, cruel remarks. "You’re all so useless..even the skeletons. This should be an easy fight…where is the blood?"

His heart leaped into his throat as he shifted his gaze from the skeleton towards the female from district four. Gritting his teeth together, Iain tried to keep his calm; however, his patience was wearing thin, and Cecilia was bleeding out in front of him, and he had to save her before it was too late. Iain couldn’t imagine himself journeying much further without her by his side. Cecilia was so much more than a friend. A bond forged from grapes turned into a bond Iain wanted to keep alive for as long as possible, and in that moment he saw her as a sister. Someone he would sacrifice himself for.

Focusing on the clouds above he drew his strength from the storm raging around him. Tears leaked from the heavens above mourning for the loss of the tributes forcing the swampy ground to devour their blood until the ground would leak crimson. But the moment he went to strike, a terrifying crunch broke through the silence, and when he spun around, Iain saw another skeleton disintegrate before his eyes - once again the mutt fell to the hands of a bloodthirsty career from four.

Yet his entire life stood in front of him while Hettie's words ricocheted through his mind. From the time he was young, Iain had been told he was useless because of his lame leg, and now he was faced with the same idea - he was nothing more than a hinderance to his alliance. Shaking his head, he turned around watching as Insanis swung the hammer at the skeleton in front of him. Bones chipped, and imaginary blood gushed from the invisible hole resting inside the skeleton’s stomach. But his mind couldn’t shake what Hettie had said.

"Do not call me useless again." Iain stated quietly through gritted teeth before tightening his grip on the handle of the tomahawk once more. Right now the fourteen year old had a lot to prove, and this was his time, yet the idea of failing and the skeleton retaliating crept through the back of his mind as the wind breathed across his neck. Dirt, sweat, blood, tears, and rain streaked his face, but even the creations of the Capitol would not stop him. If you aren't useless, prove it. Inhaling sharply, Iain swung the axe with all his might hoping something amazing would happen because now was the chance to change every single opinion people had of him.

[ Iain attacks {impact} | tomahawk ]
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