Trial By Fire [Cecilia's DP & TSA]

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They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

Trial By Fire [Cecilia's DP & TSA] Mar 6, 2016 21:37:20 GMT -5

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Post by * on Mar 6, 2016 21:37:20 GMT -5

Iain Miristioma. You are everything to me. I don't know why we were forced to meet this way... I don't want either of us to die. Can we just live forever?

I remember bits and peices of our conversation from last night. Certain little tidbits that I don't ever want to forget. The moment that my knives become lit with flickering flames and heat that radiates off of them, I have flashbacks of the girl that I killed. The sickening smell of burning flesh. The visuals of Iain Miristioma puking up his lunch. The way Hettie screamed out my name in glorified howls. I don't know if I'm ready to accept that kind of guilt again, but if it helps me protect Iain from dying with a damned soul, then I will. If all we need is to kill one person today then I hope it'll be me. I hope that I will be the one to keep the others from harming yet another soul. Hettie took three mutts down but those were merely lost souls and they didn't matter at all. No, they were heartless, skinless bonebags that deserved to die a horrendous death even though they felt not a single scrape against their bones. It's us that will bleed and feel the pain. It's the tributes that will suffer and those that are left alive will suffer from killing. Except Insanis. Hettie is too lost.

"I wish we could live forever. I wish we could..."

And my blade leaves my fingers with tar eating flames surrounding everthing but the hilt. It swirls into the direction of the first boy I noticed; his name lost to me. I seem to have taken no notice of faces while I was in the capitol. I was too focused on the boy standing nearest to me. Something about him has me drawn. He was someone that needed a friend. A boy that was lost in a sea of others, itching to be noticed and to feel wanted. Everyone deserves to feel that way in life. All living and breathing things need to have that coat of love to feel like they are making a difference, and with Iain, I found my charge. I found something in him that I couldn't find anywhere else. I wasn't a nursemaid around him nor a mother figure. I was simply a friend. Something I didn't have...

And he didn't either.

We will. one day we will live forever. It might not be today but I will wait on you. Will you wait on me?

At that moment, when all things seemed to be falling into place, a grave and ill feeling swept over me. A frighteningly cold burst of dread swam over my skin despite the heat that was burning my hands. For the ones that stood in front of me, turned on me. Not on Iain, nor Hettie and definately not Insanis, but they turned on a small girl that they felt no longer needed to live. My mouth drops open as the first round of an assault came.

The blade opens up the stitches that Iain worked so diligently on last night to keep me from dying of blood loss. Again, the pool of crimson began to soak through my shirt. Warmth spreading fast down my stomach and onto the side of my hip. It painted my body a fresh, warm vermilion. I dare not scream because that side is still somewhat numb to me. Instead, I try to channel my energy into getting ready for the next attack because just as soon as I turned my head, I saw it coming.

The fire had been returned to me. The long spear like weapon coming at me with a warrior's strength. When I closed my eyes, to embrace the karma that was going to bite me, I gave my spirit away.

"I'll wait an entire lifetime plus more for you."

Wailing out, I don't care who hears. The blade that skewers my leg reminds me that I am nothing but human; a slab of meat. Once again, a mere whisper echoes into my mind from Hettie's lips. I am a meat shield... I am nothing to them but someone to take this pain away from them. That's the only reason they are this strong. It is because they chose two small, young tributes to take the pain away from them so that they may reign supreme.

I wish I had never joined them... The thought crosses my mind as the fire crosses my body. It feeds off the fabic of the clothes. It devours my breath. I choke on a scream of agony the more the wind whips around my body causing the flames to increase in size and capacity - to keep biting me; to keep killing me.

"IAIN... IAIN.... HELP. IAIN..." My scream is long and loud. The peircing cry is barely audible as the fire eats away at my shoulders; sizzling. And the audio of my own pain deafens me. I crumple to the ground, and idle words are swirling around but makes no sense to me. Someone just take this pain away, please? I try feverishly to wipe the flames away from my skin, but it doesn't help. It only burns my palms even worse.

Nothing will help me now.

And numbness takes over. My body is finally dying away as the flames have no more source to feed from. Just like Delta, I start to succumb to the darkness as my eyes burn from the smoke and the smell lingers in my nostrils. I lay curled up as the last of the flames have become mere match sticks.

Whimpering, I call out for the only person I want near me. "Ia...in." My whisper then ceases but my vision never settles until I can see him just one more time.

You are my strength, Iain.

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Trial By Fire [Cecilia's DP & TSA] Mar 12, 2016 9:49:49 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Mar 12, 2016 9:49:49 GMT -5

i a i n .

Blood crusted nails dug into the ground drawing him closer towards the flame. A fire raged in front of him fanning the flames inside him. His heart was sitting in his throat suffocating the life out of him with each movement. Violent, animal like sounds bellowed from his lips, and Iain howled to the sun in the sky praying for some sort of comfort, yet nothing came. All he longed for was another chance to wrap his arms around her, to take away the pain she was going through, but he was powerless. The heat radiating from the flames burnt his face as beads of sweat rolled from his brow mixing with the tears streaming from his eyes. A heavy heart quivered inside his chest, and his hollow bones barely held his broken body up as another gust of wind ripped through the air fueling the fire even more, but all Iain was capable of doing was watching as the flames devoured her alive.

His blood boiled inside him as the smell of her flesh filled his nostrils burning every hair in the process. The content of his stomach lunged into his throat pouring into his mouth threatening to burst past his lips like before, yet Iain refused to let what little was left inside him leave. Bodies kept changing from the girl from nine to Cecilia lying on the ground in front of him, and his screams were muted by her screams, and his name echoed through his mind over and over, and he wanted to do something for her to make the pain go away, yet when he stared into the flames he knew it was impossible. I'm sorry, Cecilia. I'm sorry.

And he drew himself closer and closer until he was lying on the ground as close as he possibly could to her, and his tears fell from his eyes landing on the flames, but it didn't matter because the wind was pushing through them making them grow stronger and stronger. All he had was a trash bag. Nothing to alleviate the pain. Nothing to make the flames go away. Nothing to tell her how sorry he was because his words were pointless at this very moment. Kirito was given a chance to wrap his arms around his friend, he was capable of giving her a proper goodbye, and Iain longed for that. He longed for the chance to rock her to sleep. To tell her a bedtime story. Something to distract her thoughts from death, but nothing was possible because the pain was unbearable.

"Cecilia...." His voice broke as her name slid past his lips into the air, and he wasn't even sure if she could hear him anymore. Her once beautiful body was destroyed in an instant, but Iain could see her the way she was before the games began. "I'm so sorry, Cecilia. I'm so sorry." Yet his words were meaningless. Sorry wouldn't take away her fate. It wouldn't change what had just happened. Nothing would make it better. "Cecilia...." All he could do was repeat her name over and over until it sounded like a broken record stuck on repeat, and his broken mind couldn't wrap around what was happening. We should've ran away last night. I should've jumped in front of you. I should've saved you.

Iain inhaled sharply finding the strength inside needed to say something other than her name because he promised himself he'd tell her. He promised tonight was the time to express his feelings, but he wasn't given a chance because Sol Shim took her from him, and Iain wouldn't let him escape the arena alive, and that wasn't a promise; no, it was a threat. Raising a hand to his face, he wiped the tears away for a moment taking a chance to gather his thoughts before a steady stream of words flew from his lips as loud as he could make them hoping she was capable of hearing them. "Ceci, you're more than just a tribute from district eight. You're more than just Cecilia Brontz. You're more than a friend. You're more than a sister. You've taught me so much, and I..." He paused for a moment as violent sobs filled the air around him, and the world pressed against his shoulders. "...I love you. I love you, Ceci.. I'm so sorry...."

His head dropped to the ground as he curled in on himself letting himself become vulnerable to any tribute in the area because he wanted to die to reunite with Cecilia Brontz. Death taunted him putting him close many times, but never taking him. I'm sorry, Ceci. I'm so sorry.A heavy heart wrapped in glass landed against the ground shattering into millions of pieces. Shards scurried across the grassy floor with each gust of wind. A brigade of tears poured from his eyes dripping silently on the ground. I promised. I promised. I promised.

I'll never leave you, I promise.

The broken boy remained by her side until her cannon sound.

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Trial By Fire [Cecilia's DP & TSA] Mar 12, 2016 10:44:45 GMT -5

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Post by mat on Mar 12, 2016 10:44:45 GMT -5

"FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, A VISION OF THE FUTURE'S

GETTING HEARD BETWEEN THE BLACK AND WHITE."

It didn't take long for me to run the other way, away from the monster and my two allies. I saw the flames continue to engulf the girl in fire. Nell, Sol, and Astrid all ran away from the fight, like cowards who couldn't even show respect to a dying human being. A young one, at that.

it's not worth it, atticus. leave them be. they killed someone who had so much more to live for.

My head looks back as I run toward the three who had fled. I want to help them, tell them that it's okay to be upset at Sol. That fucking monster. That idiot. He killed someone, ripped their life straight away from them. You don't get a second chance in life, ever. There's only one shot, and to be the one to strip it away from them is heartbreaking. We're not starfish, we can't just grow back a new arm. That arm is gone forever, and we can't just grow it back with such ease.

I begin to slow down in my steps, realizing that if I did decide to comfort them, they could just get revenge for the little girl. It's completely possible, and in the games, it's almost a fact something bad would happen. So instead of rushing to their aid, I go back. There's people who will actually need comfort, and a dying girl is definitely one upon that list. Not the living, not the dead, but the suffering people need the most help out of everyone.

I begin to return to the flames that had been left in the swamp. I ran, hoping that it wouldn't be too late to try to comfort her.

I hear her scream the name of the boy from District Eleven. I recognize it. He was usually mentioned in conversations in the Training Center as a relative of his won the Games. Kirito was a monster, just like Sol. They both killed, and they murdered in order to have success in this stupid game.

The fire continues to rage as I see the Miristioma with her burning body. I remain hesitant, knowing that even the youngest of the tributes have been violent enough to kill. I hear him speak out the girl's name, "Cecelia, Cecelia Brontz, Ceci." She was as young as him, but age is just a number.

He curled up beside her, and all I did was stare.

Emotion is a weird thing. I've felt hatred towards Sol Shim but murder, but a few minutes later, sadness comes in because I see two people who cared for each other. They stayed by each other's side, even though it's a dangerous move to remain stationary. It attracts people.

Slowly, I set my javelins in my pack, and slowly I walk over. My feet crunching on the ground in the blazing heat.

I approach them, only a few feet away from the blazing girl and broken boy.

"No," I say, wishing to run to her aid, but I can't. I don't want to try and fail. I don't want to be the failure that I've been for all of these years.

I try to take another step without tears, but as I near a dying girl, it's hard not to allow the liquid to store up in my eyelids.

When I try to place my foot upon the ground, I hear a big bang.

The cannon of a girl named Cecelia rang throughout my ears. Instead of moving one step closer to her corpse, I took two steps back.

atticus, it's okay if you don't want to comfort the dead. just walk away.

I remain in place.

I'm not going to comfort the dead or the living. I walk over to Iain Miristioma, who's curled into a fetile position next the Cecelia. My hand lays upon his shoulder.

I've decided to comfort him.

"Hey, it'll be okay. It'll be okay, I promise."

I pat his shoulder twice, the noise drowned out by his screams and cries.

He's not dead. He's not living.

I help him to stand up and walk away from her. It's a struggle to get him up and away from Cecelia Brontz's corpse, but I manage to help him get up and start to walk away. His leg is wobbly, but it doesn't stop me from comforting him.

"Cecelia would want you to carry on, Iain," I walk with him in the direction of his allies, the two older ones.

My eyes shoot back to her body, the flames beginning to die down. They have to take her away and back to District Eight.

"Make sure you never let go of what you had. Even if I'm not sure what that is, I know you had something. A connection. Stay connected,"

A connection shouldn't be able to break. It's not like a bandage that can easily be ripped open, and it's very different from a toy you get for ten cents. Connections are supposed to stay together, and I hope he realizes that just because she moved on to a new place, it doesn't mean their bond, whatever it was, is now broken.

"You'll be okay." I say, slowly letting the cripple go to walk on his own. I don't want to be that person that returns a lost kitten. I just want him to be at a home, a home with no monsters.

I had not tried to comfort the dead or the living.

Instead, I comforted the suffering. When there's pain, there's always room for comfort. The dead do not feel any pain, and the living have no pain to feel. The suffering, however, have pain. They need someone to comfort them, to be the one who helps them get back on their feet.

I turn back, hoping that I did more right than wrong when trying to comfort Iain Miristioma.

When I look back, Cecelia Brontz's body is gone. They lifted her up to heaven and brought her back to her family back in District Eight. I smile.

you should continue yourself grateful, atticus. these people keep losing the ones they loved. you're still in one piece.

My alliance is still in one piece, unlike many of the others who tried to fight for their allies but didn't.

I can't be selfish. I can't leave because of one mistake that Sol Shim made.

He may be a monster, but he is an ally and a friend.

I run back to where I saw them run off, hoping that I can find them and become reunited.

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Last Edit: Apr 2, 2016 12:18:22 GMT -5 by mat