tear stained hearts (bbh v. h | day 5)
Jul 25, 2016 22:12:59 GMT -5
Post by brad bradford ★ d5b [arx] on Jul 25, 2016 22:12:59 GMT -5
justice
fray
fray
every wound
will shape me
will shape me
There is a saying back home—("Act like you've been there before.")—that is preached to the younger careers. It's for tough and unseasoned kids who think that hooting and hollering about winning a fight is the best way to go. The kids that won't just keep their mouths shut. The kids like me.
I have to pretend or my family will figure it out.
The anthem flashes before me and I see Heathcliff's face all lit up and all I can do is point and scream for joy. Because I'm a Fray and that's what I'm supposed to do. Chop off an arm, sever a leg, end a life—smile for the camera. I'm playing more than just the Hunger Games in this arena. And more than anything, all I wish I could do was cry.
WIP WIP WIP ABOUT FEELINGS TBH
Machaon looks like he is seeing dead people. And I don't just mean the ones painting the walls of the caves we've called home for the past five days.
WIP about Machaon drinking potions and seeing things
I can't get comfortable. The gash on my stomach from the dragon that flew off aches, and the even deeper wound on my back from Krigel keeps me rolling from one side to the other. Tossing and turning and keeping me awake with all my fucking stupid thoughts and memories. I can hear Heathcliff scream; it should sound like triumph and victory, but mostly I feel like throwing up. And so I do.
I killed someone today.
I fucking ended a goddamn life today.
I can hear my family back home, proud that I've made my first kill a Career from District Two. Or perhaps even this isn't enough for them? I shift and turn again, groaning as the makeshift stitches in my back and stomach begin to slowly pop, pop, pop. They're like a sickening symphony, a deadly chorus. And I'm so terrified.
WIP WIP WIP about more feelings and sister flashbacks and stuff
"Not even I would try skinny dipping in this," I chuckle, glancing out over the still and stagnant lake. "Not even if the hottest girl in the whole damn world offered me a b--"
I'm cut short by the sound of encroaching footsteps. I can see their reflections in the dead pool, like demons floating just beneath the surface. But I know they aren't demons. At least not really. But they are my demons. And I'm sick of them coming to haunt me.
"Look at that Mach, it's your hottie tot district partner and her entourage," I say as they draw closer. I twirl my axe in my hands, catching sight of each one in the group. My eyes settle immediately on my next target. Five.
"Want another kiss, Five?"
I kiss the blade of my axe and smile.
"This one is for you."
every scar will
build my throne
build my throne
[Justice attacks Minos w/ axe]
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[Deep Gash on Neck -- 10.0 damage]