damn, tributes {day 5 mutt fight}
Mar 19, 2016 6:29:16 GMT -5
Post by mat on Mar 19, 2016 6:29:16 GMT -5
"FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, A VISION OF THE FUTURE'S | GETTING HEARD BETWEEN THE BLACK AND WHITE." |
When my flaming spear connected with Eryn's skin, I did not expect much. As usual, they'd be injured, but the tribute would continue to fight. They would continue to break those around them. I watched as my spear made progress into skin, and then I pulled it back, ready to continue the fighting with the girl from District Seven. There was one from District Seven already gone, so why not help the cause of making it two. Of course, I didn't want to be the killer. I don't want to be a monster inside out.
But when I pulled my spear out, there was a hole in her neck, and then she fell. My spear was filled with her blood, and I stared, ready to drench the metallic weapon again if need be.
As I stare at her dark eyes that had once tried to kill Astrid, I notice that she isn't going to get up.
Come on, keep fighting! I need someone to keep fighting so Sol can get out!
I hear a cannon blow, and my inhales are now poisoned with her blood, forever inside of me. My deep breathes in take all my strength to allow through my lungs, both mental and physical pain overwhelming me.
My heart begins to slow down as I take steps back towards Astrid, Sol, and Nell. I stare at Ezero and Danny, waiting for their next move to be made. However, death is in the male's backyard, so he runs away.
Damn. They couldn't kill him for me. My odds can't improve..
I put a hand on my arm, the stinging from the burns and wounds making me wince in pain. Considering it's doubtful that Danny Brooker would fight four people alone, I take my time retreating to my friends. It's as if I'm pleased with my murder of the girl from District Seven.
That is the sixth cannon I've heard today, and I must admit, I'm surprised it wasn't mine or Sol's or Astrid's. None of us four died, but the four fighters from the other side dealt some cards that make it hard to compete against. My eye catches Sol's, as he's still standing there as if there's nothing he can do.
When I turn my eyes, I know why he hasn't run..
I witness the girl from my District point a knife towards Sol. My eyes widen, and it takes all of the strength I have not to go after her.
Don't you dare, Danny.
I exhale, letting my inner-anger mixed with blood fume out of me like a kettle.
"Don’t move! You so much as take a step and I swear to Ripred I’ll kill him!"
I do as she says, remembering what I told Sol just seconds ago. I'm not giving up until I see you safe and sound again. At the moment, Sol Shim is facing death in the eyes, just as the male from Eight had predicted.
I keep my bloodied javelin in hand, ready to throw it at her without regret. She better not do anything, she'd be stupid to. It'd be like asking, begging for death. If she really does want it, however, I guess it can be given. There's still four of us, and we'd probably overwhelm her.
I watch her turn, and start to spray some colorful liquid onto the ground towards one of the three dead. The only boy to die in my midst today was being painted. I feel sorry for Danny, I really do because she needs someone to lean on right now. But if I take so much as a baby step forward, Sol Shim is going to die. I can't let him die. He needs to have success, just like Astrid and Nell.
Every breath I take now is going to involve pain, regret, and blood. As long as it is not one of my ally's blood, I'll be okay.
"The next place I see your faces had better be the sky. If we meet in person again I swear, I’ll put an end to you damn cowards. And I’ll take my sweet time doing it." Danny's words come down like a threat, and I don't have words to give straight back to her. So I stare. I watched Danny lower her knife, mutter a few words, and leave the scene.
Now, I listen to Astrid begin to scream, as if she was being ambushed by a group. And I turn back to her, watching as her face turns a tomato red, anger coming inside of her. Next, Sol lets out a few words, and then Astrid once again.
"Don't do this to me, ever again, Sol." I mutter harsh words to myself. I should not be angry with him, yet I am. He's a victim, a witness, and a suspect.
Which one is he more, I do not know.
But now, with the burden of murder on my back, I am surely a suspect.
[atticus flees]
But when I pulled my spear out, there was a hole in her neck, and then she fell. My spear was filled with her blood, and I stared, ready to drench the metallic weapon again if need be.
As I stare at her dark eyes that had once tried to kill Astrid, I notice that she isn't going to get up.
Come on, keep fighting! I need someone to keep fighting so Sol can get out!
I hear a cannon blow, and my inhales are now poisoned with her blood, forever inside of me. My deep breathes in take all my strength to allow through my lungs, both mental and physical pain overwhelming me.
My heart begins to slow down as I take steps back towards Astrid, Sol, and Nell. I stare at Ezero and Danny, waiting for their next move to be made. However, death is in the male's backyard, so he runs away.
Damn. They couldn't kill him for me. My odds can't improve..
I put a hand on my arm, the stinging from the burns and wounds making me wince in pain. Considering it's doubtful that Danny Brooker would fight four people alone, I take my time retreating to my friends. It's as if I'm pleased with my murder of the girl from District Seven.
That is the sixth cannon I've heard today, and I must admit, I'm surprised it wasn't mine or Sol's or Astrid's. None of us four died, but the four fighters from the other side dealt some cards that make it hard to compete against. My eye catches Sol's, as he's still standing there as if there's nothing he can do.
When I turn my eyes, I know why he hasn't run..
I witness the girl from my District point a knife towards Sol. My eyes widen, and it takes all of the strength I have not to go after her.
Don't you dare, Danny.
I exhale, letting my inner-anger mixed with blood fume out of me like a kettle.
"Don’t move! You so much as take a step and I swear to Ripred I’ll kill him!"
I do as she says, remembering what I told Sol just seconds ago. I'm not giving up until I see you safe and sound again. At the moment, Sol Shim is facing death in the eyes, just as the male from Eight had predicted.
I keep my bloodied javelin in hand, ready to throw it at her without regret. She better not do anything, she'd be stupid to. It'd be like asking, begging for death. If she really does want it, however, I guess it can be given. There's still four of us, and we'd probably overwhelm her.
I watch her turn, and start to spray some colorful liquid onto the ground towards one of the three dead. The only boy to die in my midst today was being painted. I feel sorry for Danny, I really do because she needs someone to lean on right now. But if I take so much as a baby step forward, Sol Shim is going to die. I can't let him die. He needs to have success, just like Astrid and Nell.
Every breath I take now is going to involve pain, regret, and blood. As long as it is not one of my ally's blood, I'll be okay.
"The next place I see your faces had better be the sky. If we meet in person again I swear, I’ll put an end to you damn cowards. And I’ll take my sweet time doing it." Danny's words come down like a threat, and I don't have words to give straight back to her. So I stare. I watched Danny lower her knife, mutter a few words, and leave the scene.
Now, I listen to Astrid begin to scream, as if she was being ambushed by a group. And I turn back to her, watching as her face turns a tomato red, anger coming inside of her. Next, Sol lets out a few words, and then Astrid once again.
"Don't do this to me, ever again, Sol." I mutter harsh words to myself. I should not be angry with him, yet I am. He's a victim, a witness, and a suspect.
Which one is he more, I do not know.
But now, with the burden of murder on my back, I am surely a suspect.
[atticus flees]
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