Snapshots <A Study in Victor AU's>
Oct 5, 2016 4:53:08 GMT -5
Post by charade on Oct 5, 2016 4:53:08 GMT -5
Katelyn Persimmon
"I need someone to take my h a n d "
For a moment, Katelyn thought that she might be the one going home alive. But then she’d missed, and Margaret had stabbed her in the throat. She clawed helplessly at the spear lodged in her airway, ice pick discarded, tears running down the sides of her face and freezing in the cold as warm blood did the same from her mouth, nose and the edges of the wound around the head of the spear.
She couldn’t breathe.
The girl from seven yanked the weapon out with a sickening squelch and Katelyn dropped to her knees, dimly aware that the spear had been the only thing keeping her up. Her body just didn’t have the strength to keep going. She keeled over onto her side, wheezing and shivering as she held her hands to her neck in vain and tried to stop the blood flow. So much for revenge.
So much for surviving.
Margaret had gotten the triple. I killed them, you know. First Marc. Then Lexi. Now her. Katelyn supposed she deserved it. She never should have left them behind, maybe sending them off would have been a mercy instead of letting them get murdered by the heartless girl standing over her. But it was too late now. The girl just couldn’t be stopped. Katelyn took a wet, rattling breath and choked on the blood pooling in her throat.
Margaret was looking at her curiously? Expectantly? Watching the life drain out of her and into the snow. She tried to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. Katelyn rolled off her side onto her back and stared at the pristine white above her. She was dying. She knew that. She’d tried, but district eleven had never had much luck. Hers had just run out.
It was foolish to think otherwise. Eleven was the least loved district, or so the saying went. She hoped whoever was reaped for the quell didn’t make the same mistakes she did. Maybe they’d do better. Maybe they’d go home. Maybe they’d be the lion, because for all her bluster she was dying a lamb.
It wasn’t fair. There was so much more she’d wanted to do. She’d never even kissed a boy. She’d watched Velocity expire in the snow. She’d killed two people to get this far but it hadn’t been enough to survive. She was sorry. Sorry for chopping off Dillon’s leg, for breaking Chaske’s ribs. But she wasn’t sorry for wanting to live. For making it as far as she had. It would have to do, because it was all she had left. And soon, she wouldn’t even have that.
“L-live.” She gasped, one arm flopping listlessly in Margaret’s direction, hoping that the other girl wouldn’t waste the life she was keeping. Bought with the lives of her and her friends. Friends. It was nice to call them that. “Hello, my name is Katelyn. It’s nice to meet you. I never had a brother before. Is this what having a sister is like? “Live w-well.” She managed to get out with a bloody cough as her vision started to dim.
And then she was gone, her dead blue eyes staring sightlessly at the unforgiving sky.
It's like there's fire in my skin
And I'm drowning from within -
I can't take another breath,
Please tell me I am not undone.