back to square one [wives v outlanders day 6]
Mar 19, 2016 11:28:42 GMT -5
Post by mat on Mar 19, 2016 11:28:42 GMT -5
"FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, A VISION OF THE FUTURE'S | GETTING HEARD BETWEEN THE BLACK AND WHITE." |
It doesn't take long for us four to start tending to our own wounds. Even though I'd love for Astrid and Nell to come help me, they help Sol more, applying some kind of first aid that everyone knew was essential to doing well in the games. Everyone does the usual, eating the medical plants, applying bandages and thread into our body, and I do just the same. My wounds are bad, but Sol's go out of the park, requiring attention. Although I should go to help him, I keep to myself, once again trying to fight myself up before I try and help the others.
I eat the herbs I found a day or so ago, knowing that eventually I'm going to need to eat. I bite into them, already feeling my enzymes ready to help transport the nutrients through my body in attempt to treat my wounds and keep my strength up for the next day. Another day of fighting would be my guess. We've almost spent a week in this hell hole, and every day is another challenge, that my alliance and I always seem to overcome in one piece. We've went five days without losing a single member of our team, our family.
Quickly, I rummage through Eryn's bag, hoping to find some items that could be of use to me. Like I, she collected an arrangement of plants, and I recognize them to be one edible, and another medical. I smile, and then continue to search through the bag. Lastly, I find a knife still in her hand, with blood from the days prior and today's. The only person I can think of that she hurt today was the other girl that died quickly, and Astrid. I wipe the blood off of the metallic weapon, and leave the knife in my hand, giving the javelins a break. I mean, I did do some serious damage to people with them, but maybe I need something new, something a bit more powerful. And a weapon that people have used in the kitchen since they were seven is probably a weapon that could do the trick.
Now, I apply medicine to myself, the needle still hurting whenever I have it touch my wounds. I wrap the bandages tight around my leg, hoping they don't release in the middle of another fight. I eat more plants, and then try and help myself with my bare hands. If you've ever had to poke your finger in your own blood, you know what it feels like. It feels as if you're trying to make your inner demon release and never return, but you can never let it out because there's no such thing as a comfortable wound. I wipe the blood off of my hands, giving it to the ground like a souvenir.
The sun begins to fall, only to rise after it reaches it's lowest point. I do not want another moon, another darkness to come around us. I've already killed. Don't put us into darkness again. We've all done what you wanted.
I slowly drift asleep when I hear for the fifth time the trumpet's of the Capitol. The noise is now ear-splitting, so I cover my ears in hopes to drown out the noise. I don't attempt to look because I'm afraid I'll see the girl I killed. I never liked her, she kept taking from my people. It's not like when Quadrys died. Quadrys was still human, and I wished I could have seen him after the bloodbath, but I couldn't. It was too dangerous, too risky. And who knows, we could've ended up like Lemon, Andesite, and Carrita. We probably would have, knowing how vicious these monstrosities are.
Before I officially sleep, I hear Astrid's words, filled with frightfulness and sadness. "I promise you guys that I won't see your faces up there..." It feels as if she's saying she wants to die before us three. And with that, I moan words.
"Yes you will. You'll see mine."
I rest my eyes and dream.
--
thump, thump thump.
Noises come up the stairs, and this dream is good. There's no monsters, no murderers (although they're one in the same.)
Footsteps begin to creep closer in a pattern. Thump.. thump thump.. thump.. thump thump.. it all continues to repeat until a slow screech comes at the doorstep. It is pitch black, nothing to see or wish to see.
The noise from the knob comes in just as expected, and the door slides open.
Inhalation and exhalation surrounds the bed. Body movement comes in, the footsteps growing in volume. Bigger. BIgger. BIGger. BIGGer. BIGGEr. BIGGER.
And then they stop at the bed.
The sounds of a metallic weapon clang against the bed, making the noise of a spring when you hold it down long enough.
There's something to feel now.
Fear.
"Are you ready to die, Atticus Manor."
A shaking of the head occurs, but that does not stop the darkness and the figure to continue to speak.
"Sucks to be you."
Another feeling comes into play.
Pain.
It digs deep, ripping through skin like mosquitoes swarming around you and refusing to give up from their vampiric feelings of sucking your blood up for food.
And then, an annoucnement.
A scream.
--
"NO!"
I scream on the top of my lungs and then shut myself up. There could be enemies around, like Ezero and Danny, and I do not want to risk them noticing.
"Turn the lights back on, daddy. Turn the lights back on!"
My voice turns scared and worried, as if there's really lights in the arena. But when I speak, it's filled with fear, and the fear is real. Why does it have to turn night, that is when the demons come out to rip us all the pieces.
After a minute or so, I speak once again. "Nell? Astrid? Sol? Turn the lights back on, I want to see."
I listen for anyone's words, even an enemy's. I just want something to bring back the sun. I want to see again. I don't want to die blind.
I listen to Sol's words, broken like his body. "You're okay, don't worry. You're okay, I won't let anyone hurt you."
"Sol?" I say, words choppy considering the tears flowing down from my eyes. "Why won't the lights turn on?" I'm probably blind. Maybe mosquitoes finally got to courage to strike on me and blinded me. Maybe we fell into an abyss and I'll never see again. I won't see because Heaven isn't a place for monsters like me. There are no murderers allowed in Heaven. Only good people like Astrid.
I wait for his answer, my head still lying on the ground. I sniffle, trying to let all my tears out.
Sol speaks, admitting that it is him. Again, he reassures me I'm not dying. "It's nighttime, Atticus." He says, then going on to give proof such as the moon. I look up and see it's bright white shine down, the only light I can see. Again, he says I'm okay.
"Can you help me sleep?" I speak, scared that there's still demons out on the prowl. Even though it's no abyss, and I'm not blind, I am still scared that Danny is going to come back with her knives and finish us all off. "Please," I say, hoping that he can somewhat make himself like Quadrys, comforting me until I can breathe alone again.
I listen for his voice, and then try to follow it to the best of my ability. Without guidance, I hear his voice's volume raising, but I can bet my hat that it's only because I'm getting closer. Soon, I touch skin.
"Yeah, I can. What do you want me to do?" his words show he really does care for me.
I lean my head against his shoulder, the one that still has an arm attached. I feel his hand go through my hair, massaging me. It's like he wants to comfort me, like he truly does care.
It's a new feeling for me to feel wanted.
"Get me through the night.." I say, tears still trickling down my face like a water-fountain that doesn't allow water to flow. Only a bit of the water comes out, and when it does, it flows like a river to the drain. The drain is my hands wiping away the liquid from my face.
"Okay."
Once again I close my eyes and rest. Although eyes wide open or shut made no difference of the pitch black. Emptiness. Broken. Pain. Fear. Regret. Sorrow. Monsters. Murders.
I sleep next to Sol, and I do not wake up until the sun raises.
When I wake up, I'm no longer blind. I can see the swampy world, the blood dry on my fingers, and I wish I didn't have to see it.
Fuck. Right away, there's movement. I stop smiling, and get up, taking my knife to prepare for battle. I hope I'm no longer a monster, and that I was somehow cleansed.
I get ready to fight, hoping that somehow I can survive a sixth day to increase my odds. Only ten left, and I will keep fighting until there's only one. And that one will be me.
"Don't you dare take them from me!" Astrid screams, and I smile. She's the only pure one left of us four, yet she makes threats like a true monster.
I fight.
[attacks Celia with knife]
DlMyjZGXknife
[2194 -- Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage
(Knife)]
I eat the herbs I found a day or so ago, knowing that eventually I'm going to need to eat. I bite into them, already feeling my enzymes ready to help transport the nutrients through my body in attempt to treat my wounds and keep my strength up for the next day. Another day of fighting would be my guess. We've almost spent a week in this hell hole, and every day is another challenge, that my alliance and I always seem to overcome in one piece. We've went five days without losing a single member of our team, our family.
Quickly, I rummage through Eryn's bag, hoping to find some items that could be of use to me. Like I, she collected an arrangement of plants, and I recognize them to be one edible, and another medical. I smile, and then continue to search through the bag. Lastly, I find a knife still in her hand, with blood from the days prior and today's. The only person I can think of that she hurt today was the other girl that died quickly, and Astrid. I wipe the blood off of the metallic weapon, and leave the knife in my hand, giving the javelins a break. I mean, I did do some serious damage to people with them, but maybe I need something new, something a bit more powerful. And a weapon that people have used in the kitchen since they were seven is probably a weapon that could do the trick.
Now, I apply medicine to myself, the needle still hurting whenever I have it touch my wounds. I wrap the bandages tight around my leg, hoping they don't release in the middle of another fight. I eat more plants, and then try and help myself with my bare hands. If you've ever had to poke your finger in your own blood, you know what it feels like. It feels as if you're trying to make your inner demon release and never return, but you can never let it out because there's no such thing as a comfortable wound. I wipe the blood off of my hands, giving it to the ground like a souvenir.
The sun begins to fall, only to rise after it reaches it's lowest point. I do not want another moon, another darkness to come around us. I've already killed. Don't put us into darkness again. We've all done what you wanted.
I slowly drift asleep when I hear for the fifth time the trumpet's of the Capitol. The noise is now ear-splitting, so I cover my ears in hopes to drown out the noise. I don't attempt to look because I'm afraid I'll see the girl I killed. I never liked her, she kept taking from my people. It's not like when Quadrys died. Quadrys was still human, and I wished I could have seen him after the bloodbath, but I couldn't. It was too dangerous, too risky. And who knows, we could've ended up like Lemon, Andesite, and Carrita. We probably would have, knowing how vicious these monstrosities are.
Before I officially sleep, I hear Astrid's words, filled with frightfulness and sadness. "I promise you guys that I won't see your faces up there..." It feels as if she's saying she wants to die before us three. And with that, I moan words.
"Yes you will. You'll see mine."
I rest my eyes and dream.
--
thump, thump thump.
Noises come up the stairs, and this dream is good. There's no monsters, no murderers (although they're one in the same.)
Footsteps begin to creep closer in a pattern. Thump.. thump thump.. thump.. thump thump.. it all continues to repeat until a slow screech comes at the doorstep. It is pitch black, nothing to see or wish to see.
The noise from the knob comes in just as expected, and the door slides open.
Inhalation and exhalation surrounds the bed. Body movement comes in, the footsteps growing in volume. Bigger. BIgger. BIGger. BIGGer. BIGGEr. BIGGER.
And then they stop at the bed.
The sounds of a metallic weapon clang against the bed, making the noise of a spring when you hold it down long enough.
There's something to feel now.
Fear.
"Are you ready to die, Atticus Manor."
A shaking of the head occurs, but that does not stop the darkness and the figure to continue to speak.
"Sucks to be you."
Another feeling comes into play.
Pain.
It digs deep, ripping through skin like mosquitoes swarming around you and refusing to give up from their vampiric feelings of sucking your blood up for food.
And then, an annoucnement.
A scream.
--
"NO!"
I scream on the top of my lungs and then shut myself up. There could be enemies around, like Ezero and Danny, and I do not want to risk them noticing.
"Turn the lights back on, daddy. Turn the lights back on!"
My voice turns scared and worried, as if there's really lights in the arena. But when I speak, it's filled with fear, and the fear is real. Why does it have to turn night, that is when the demons come out to rip us all the pieces.
After a minute or so, I speak once again. "Nell? Astrid? Sol? Turn the lights back on, I want to see."
I listen for anyone's words, even an enemy's. I just want something to bring back the sun. I want to see again. I don't want to die blind.
I listen to Sol's words, broken like his body. "You're okay, don't worry. You're okay, I won't let anyone hurt you."
"Sol?" I say, words choppy considering the tears flowing down from my eyes. "Why won't the lights turn on?" I'm probably blind. Maybe mosquitoes finally got to courage to strike on me and blinded me. Maybe we fell into an abyss and I'll never see again. I won't see because Heaven isn't a place for monsters like me. There are no murderers allowed in Heaven. Only good people like Astrid.
I wait for his answer, my head still lying on the ground. I sniffle, trying to let all my tears out.
Sol speaks, admitting that it is him. Again, he reassures me I'm not dying. "It's nighttime, Atticus." He says, then going on to give proof such as the moon. I look up and see it's bright white shine down, the only light I can see. Again, he says I'm okay.
"Can you help me sleep?" I speak, scared that there's still demons out on the prowl. Even though it's no abyss, and I'm not blind, I am still scared that Danny is going to come back with her knives and finish us all off. "Please," I say, hoping that he can somewhat make himself like Quadrys, comforting me until I can breathe alone again.
I listen for his voice, and then try to follow it to the best of my ability. Without guidance, I hear his voice's volume raising, but I can bet my hat that it's only because I'm getting closer. Soon, I touch skin.
"Yeah, I can. What do you want me to do?" his words show he really does care for me.
I lean my head against his shoulder, the one that still has an arm attached. I feel his hand go through my hair, massaging me. It's like he wants to comfort me, like he truly does care.
It's a new feeling for me to feel wanted.
"Get me through the night.." I say, tears still trickling down my face like a water-fountain that doesn't allow water to flow. Only a bit of the water comes out, and when it does, it flows like a river to the drain. The drain is my hands wiping away the liquid from my face.
"Okay."
Once again I close my eyes and rest. Although eyes wide open or shut made no difference of the pitch black. Emptiness. Broken. Pain. Fear. Regret. Sorrow. Monsters. Murders.
I sleep next to Sol, and I do not wake up until the sun raises.
the sun will come out.. tomorrow.
When I wake up, I'm no longer blind. I can see the swampy world, the blood dry on my fingers, and I wish I didn't have to see it.
Fuck. Right away, there's movement. I stop smiling, and get up, taking my knife to prepare for battle. I hope I'm no longer a monster, and that I was somehow cleansed.
I get ready to fight, hoping that somehow I can survive a sixth day to increase my odds. Only ten left, and I will keep fighting until there's only one. And that one will be me.
"Don't you dare take them from me!" Astrid screams, and I smile. She's the only pure one left of us four, yet she makes threats like a true monster.
I fight.
[attacks Celia with knife]
DlMyjZGXknife
[2194 -- Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage
(Knife)]
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