viva la vida ♘ { day four } noelia/raptor
Mar 5, 2016 13:13:34 GMT -5
Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Mar 5, 2016 13:13:34 GMT -5
noelia
tibideaux
The beast stays slain before us. Three pairs of feet circle around the carcass, a circle of life drawn around the dead. I blink and watch as the breathing essence of humanity peels away: six feet becomes four, and four becomes two. I stand alone with my bloodied hands, accompanied only by the watchful eyes of the Capitol.
Survivalist instinct shouts from my left, screaming at me and ordering me to run through the green to find either Scout or Amerika, but on my right sits a bribe from a fallen angel: to fall into the sleepless serenity of loneliness. My eyes glance between the two paths made through the leaves, but I turn around and create my own. Forging the path of a lonesome girl with my misguided footsteps.
Harmless harmonies swarm around me, a hum and buzz in my ear reminds me that I'm never truly alone. The sparkle from the stars above reminds me the same, and for a moment or two, I feel more comfortable than ever, despite my tainted name and plagued touch.
I fall to the ground, aching legs and aching mind and feel the vibrations through my body triggered by the racing heartbeat within my chest. It's been trying to break free for too long, and these repeated deep breaths when night dawns are no longer a remedy.
The monster in me is taking control; I cannot fight it.
And so night remains the same. Counting loosening stars above my head until the anthem plays. Timothy Feldon's face fades into the darkness, and I remember him as Dane's friend. Death is not the greatest loss, what dies inside us whilst alive is much worse.
It stirs horror and has created a toxic concoction of 'goodgirlgonebad' in my case.
Maybe death is the only escape, and Timothy Feldon of District Nine has found a way out. Crowned with the stars by death—it doesn't sound too bad like that.
District Nine have fallen.
Black sweeps across me, my body becoming numb in the fading lights from the sky and eventually I land in the place between reality and fantasy and dance with the colours my mind paints before me. A feigned escape that requires no bloodshed, I don't mind it for now.
I push myself of the leafy bed, grab my bag and the dead boy's axe and start walking. Tracing fault lines in the mud with my feet, it feels strange not to hear the pitter-patter echoed by Scout or Amerika. In honesty, we were soaking wet paper that was impossible to unfold. We were ripped and torn, and the pieces left wouldn't fit back together again.
Perhaps getting lost in a hurricane of emotion was for the best, perhaps going it alone was my fate. But still, I can't trust it; fate got Leticia killed.
This time last year, I'd be in silent mourning. But now, I mourn the loss of myself. I'm still alive though, half alive and half dead. I refuse to give it all up now. Long live life.
With each step, however, I'm haunted. Flashbacks of war and hurt and heartbreak and death and life and good times, bad times and everything in between. I fall like an autumn leaf that gets swept away by the wind, failing to realise the insignificance of one entity.
Eyes swirling with ghosts look up and glare at the new enemy before me.
I slip out of emotion and become the human monster, wielding my axe, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
{ noelia attacks spitting raptor; axe }
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{ 11057 -- Severed Left Calf at Knee -- 9.0 damage }
axe