puppets of the crown // 72nd finale
Apr 10, 2016 8:09:37 GMT -5
Post by mat on Apr 10, 2016 8:09:37 GMT -5
"FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, A VISION OF THE FUTURE'S | GETTING HEARD BETWEEN THE BLACK AND WHITE." |
My axe only scratches the surface of his skin. In a comparison to the countless other injuries to his body, including a missing leg, it was nothing but a flesh wound. Still, despite the blood, wounds, breaks, and scratches, he fights on. It seems amazing how mentally faithful the human body can be in its final moments. Crazy, surprising, ruthless. When I hear his breath carry on, shivers crawl up my spine like a spider climbing it’s web.
”You haven't learned anything, have you, in all of the time that we have been in here?” he asked me, and before I was given the chance to respond, he continued. “Forgiveness doesn't mean death, forgiveness means owing up to what you have done.”
I shake my head at what he claims forgiveness is. Forgiveness can be many things, but not what he thinks it can be. What Ezero claims is an apology, not forgiveness.
My collarbone stings from when he pounded the spiked blade down upon me. It’s more than a little pressure. It’s a pain that I haven’t felt yet. I had heard it crack almost seconds ago, and it replays in my mind over and over. It’s as if the spike and my body were pulling on a wishbone, and the spike eventually won when the bone went his way.
”You’ll never be able to do that, Atticus.” he says, and I question what he means. Owe up to what? Being forced to murder in order to allow a reader to flip the page of my story? I can apologize, sure, but I can’t forgive. It’s not my choice to forgive when I am at fault. It’s Eryn’s, it’s Sol’s, it’s Danny’s. They have the choice to forgive, not me. But I have to take the first step.
”You’ll never be forgiven.” he hacks his weapon down upon me as I look behind myself, cutting deep into my back. I cringe, my arms and legs locking in order to block out the pain, but instead, it rapidly roams around my body.
It needs to be over, and soon. For both of our sakes, and for the twenty-two who had to die to get us here.
All parts of my body ache from the nine days of pure torture. The heat, the burning tree, the blood, the death, the murdering, it’s all starting to overwhelm me.
I try to find something to say, something to calm myself down, but everything inside me is anger. I wish it could be over with. To me, it doesn’t matter who it is that perishes. I just want it to be over.
”I’m sorry, Ezero,” I say, allowing myself a few breaths. ”I’m sorry Danny, Sol, Eryn, Quadrys. I’m sorry Nell, Astrid, Cecelia, Iain. I’m sorry. All of you.”
I begin to feel the strength in my bones again to prepare to swing once more, hopefully for the final time.
”And I’ll tell you right now, Ezero. I don’t care if you refuse to accept my apology. Because that’s on you, not me.”
The heavy tomahawk swings down from my arm to him.
”Oh, and Ezero.. I think you need as much good karma as you can get.”
I breathe, inhaling the pain for possibly the last time.
[attacks Ezero, axe]
[dg on chest – 9.5]
”You haven't learned anything, have you, in all of the time that we have been in here?” he asked me, and before I was given the chance to respond, he continued. “Forgiveness doesn't mean death, forgiveness means owing up to what you have done.”
I shake my head at what he claims forgiveness is. Forgiveness can be many things, but not what he thinks it can be. What Ezero claims is an apology, not forgiveness.
My collarbone stings from when he pounded the spiked blade down upon me. It’s more than a little pressure. It’s a pain that I haven’t felt yet. I had heard it crack almost seconds ago, and it replays in my mind over and over. It’s as if the spike and my body were pulling on a wishbone, and the spike eventually won when the bone went his way.
”You’ll never be able to do that, Atticus.” he says, and I question what he means. Owe up to what? Being forced to murder in order to allow a reader to flip the page of my story? I can apologize, sure, but I can’t forgive. It’s not my choice to forgive when I am at fault. It’s Eryn’s, it’s Sol’s, it’s Danny’s. They have the choice to forgive, not me. But I have to take the first step.
”You’ll never be forgiven.” he hacks his weapon down upon me as I look behind myself, cutting deep into my back. I cringe, my arms and legs locking in order to block out the pain, but instead, it rapidly roams around my body.
It needs to be over, and soon. For both of our sakes, and for the twenty-two who had to die to get us here.
All parts of my body ache from the nine days of pure torture. The heat, the burning tree, the blood, the death, the murdering, it’s all starting to overwhelm me.
I try to find something to say, something to calm myself down, but everything inside me is anger. I wish it could be over with. To me, it doesn’t matter who it is that perishes. I just want it to be over.
then finish him, Atticunt.
”I’m sorry, Ezero,” I say, allowing myself a few breaths. ”I’m sorry Danny, Sol, Eryn, Quadrys. I’m sorry Nell, Astrid, Cecelia, Iain. I’m sorry. All of you.”
I begin to feel the strength in my bones again to prepare to swing once more, hopefully for the final time.
”And I’ll tell you right now, Ezero. I don’t care if you refuse to accept my apology. Because that’s on you, not me.”
The heavy tomahawk swings down from my arm to him.
”Oh, and Ezero.. I think you need as much good karma as you can get.”
I breathe, inhaling the pain for possibly the last time.
[attacks Ezero, axe]
[dg on chest – 9.5]
ᙖᖇIᗩᖇ ᙖᒪᙓᔕᔕ YOᙀ <3
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11014 -- Deep Gash on Chest -- 9.5 damageaxe
