tempest in a teapot || day 3 fight
Jul 5, 2016 13:35:54 GMT -5
Post by jess on Jul 5, 2016 13:35:54 GMT -5
E M M E R Y
my blade slashes across the girl's neck, mercilessly, quickly, cleanly, so unlike me i have to stand back, stagger back with a sudden moment of blinding. i close my eyes and feel my head throb and my heart pound and everything is in rhythm and under control. this is not the emmery that charged into the bloodbath, and this is not the emmery from the fight yesterday. it's as if every day i change, showing a new face of my personality with each passing night.
i open my eyes in time to see her fall when an arrow delves into the already deep wound i sliced in her throat, and the boy she was fighting with is still there. he's standing and he's seen her die and i hear a taunt thrown his way from someone, is that travers?, but i don't want to taunt because there's no point.
it's useless. we're all corpses anyway. there's no point in talking big then going home in a body bag the next day.
iris gets in what i think may be the final attack on the boy, a gash along his arm, but the boy staggers and stands and i don't know what i'm supposed to do. my heartbeat is still even and my breathing has calmed down. i'm too calm. it's too good to be true, but i squeeze my eyes shut because it hurts to stay in this storm and it hurts to be in my head. my eyes open when i realise there are eyes on me. i can sense it. are they expecting me to deliver the killing blow? to kill someone i do not know?
adrenaline spikes at my heart and i offer the smallest hint of a smile in the direction of the boy i'm aiming to kill, but there's no apology hidden behind that smile, only the macabre twitch of my lips and then i'm running forward and i close my eyes and run-
"close your eyes, emmery." my father's voice rings in my head from all those years ago. "then you don't have to look them in the eye and see the life escape itself."
i don't care about his rules. i open them just before i reach my target, and look directly into the eyes of the boy, and i strike.Made by Frankel
emmery attacks weaver with knife
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