Dying Heart {Quincy's Reactions to the 74th}
Nov 6, 2016 17:13:50 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Nov 6, 2016 17:13:50 GMT -5
There are demons in the world. They manifest themselves from the spewing of sorrow and sickness which humans produce. Each day that is filled with spilled blood and broken bones breeds more monstrosities. Madness manipulates the demons' minds and makes them only feel the hunger of their birth. A hunger purged from the putrid pits of the worst of humanity's sins. Together fused with false truths and satanic sins this hunger heaves itself upon all of humanity. Light and dark. No soul seeking safety can be saved from their unholy hunt. Once born their hellish horrors hurt and hunt down every living being. They are humanity's darkest dreams, and by far their most common production.
Life has proven to be a profound lesson for Quincy Hatcher. Death dwindles on everyone of his doorsteps. Sorrow seeps through every crack in his homes. Happiness flees every house he enters. For only brief and subtle moments has he felt the warmth of hope within his beaten body. Felt as though he can lay back against the soft skin of sheets and sleep away from brutality of the worlds' demons. However Quincy Hatcher has come to learn that there is no escape from them. No where to hide hoping that their terrible teeth won't tear into his trembling soul. He has learned the twisted truth that life is only full of sin and sorrow.
Moments meandering in the mists of fortune and luck such as the moment he is within now with a new home and family turn to turmoil swiftly. Ashes cover his light eyes and drown him once more in a sea of sadness. Youth and purity somehow remained in the body of his younger sister. By some miracle the demons had not devoured her essence through the drug induced torture she was put through. Amidst the waning light of life she remained a single flickering firefly. Her small pure orb of brilliance was enough to lighten the dark canvas Quincy eternally saw. But all candles are snuffed out in time, and all fireflies squished under the world's brutal being.
With all the horrors of hell relighting in Quincy's heart he began to run once he could see Deja's face upon the stage. Every piece of his panicking brain wills him to return to the sea of shameless faces, but he can't. Steps springing from his shoes leap echoing from the stony streets. In the distance against the swift speed of his steps sirens sound signalling the closing of the Reaping. Streaks of orange and yellow burn brightly within the smoggy skyline. Sunset stares Quincy in the face as his steps speed up ever more so. Soon the city is behind him. Soon the smokey stacks of factories are gone. Soon the bleak branches of the forest engulf him. Yet his steps do not falter.
Sweat streams sickeningly down Quincy's temples and stains his cotton grey shirt. His breathing barks and bursts for extra air as finally he falls to the forest floor letting the foliage fondle him. Dirt smears and stings against his now barely bleeding body. A body he is certain will be better off than the butchered one he fears will return with the necro name of Deja. Breaths begin to break into the saddening sobs of loss Quincy has felt fracture his body countless before. First his parents, now his sister. Loneliness leaps into his soul and splinters it, severing it from reality. As her older brother he should be for her, but he can't. He can't lie to her gentle eyes which undoubtedly now hold tears. He can't honestly tell her "You are going to live" because in his heart he believes the demons will devour her.
As more startling sobs shake Quincy's sternum he heaves himself from his fall. Slowly he continues to step further into the forest forgetting the world behind him. Even slower his hands and feet help him climb high into one of the barren birches branches. At one point when the earth below seems hard enough Quincy lets his weight win. Air spins surrounding his stained skin and he sighs sorrowfully. Seconds are all he holds to before...
Bones break, blood spews, darkness shrouds his vision as sleep silences him.
Groggily pain pierces through the bleak nothingness as the slight sounds of sirens and voices join into the din of the dark. Before long Quincy realizes he has failed in achieving forgetful slumber.
Life has proven to be a profound lesson for Quincy Hatcher. Death dwindles on everyone of his doorsteps. Sorrow seeps through every crack in his homes. Happiness flees every house he enters. For only brief and subtle moments has he felt the warmth of hope within his beaten body. Felt as though he can lay back against the soft skin of sheets and sleep away from brutality of the worlds' demons. However Quincy Hatcher has come to learn that there is no escape from them. No where to hide hoping that their terrible teeth won't tear into his trembling soul. He has learned the twisted truth that life is only full of sin and sorrow.
Moments meandering in the mists of fortune and luck such as the moment he is within now with a new home and family turn to turmoil swiftly. Ashes cover his light eyes and drown him once more in a sea of sadness. Youth and purity somehow remained in the body of his younger sister. By some miracle the demons had not devoured her essence through the drug induced torture she was put through. Amidst the waning light of life she remained a single flickering firefly. Her small pure orb of brilliance was enough to lighten the dark canvas Quincy eternally saw. But all candles are snuffed out in time, and all fireflies squished under the world's brutal being.
With all the horrors of hell relighting in Quincy's heart he began to run once he could see Deja's face upon the stage. Every piece of his panicking brain wills him to return to the sea of shameless faces, but he can't. Steps springing from his shoes leap echoing from the stony streets. In the distance against the swift speed of his steps sirens sound signalling the closing of the Reaping. Streaks of orange and yellow burn brightly within the smoggy skyline. Sunset stares Quincy in the face as his steps speed up ever more so. Soon the city is behind him. Soon the smokey stacks of factories are gone. Soon the bleak branches of the forest engulf him. Yet his steps do not falter.
Sweat streams sickeningly down Quincy's temples and stains his cotton grey shirt. His breathing barks and bursts for extra air as finally he falls to the forest floor letting the foliage fondle him. Dirt smears and stings against his now barely bleeding body. A body he is certain will be better off than the butchered one he fears will return with the necro name of Deja. Breaths begin to break into the saddening sobs of loss Quincy has felt fracture his body countless before. First his parents, now his sister. Loneliness leaps into his soul and splinters it, severing it from reality. As her older brother he should be for her, but he can't. He can't lie to her gentle eyes which undoubtedly now hold tears. He can't honestly tell her "You are going to live" because in his heart he believes the demons will devour her.
As more startling sobs shake Quincy's sternum he heaves himself from his fall. Slowly he continues to step further into the forest forgetting the world behind him. Even slower his hands and feet help him climb high into one of the barren birches branches. At one point when the earth below seems hard enough Quincy lets his weight win. Air spins surrounding his stained skin and he sighs sorrowfully. Seconds are all he holds to before...
Bones break, blood spews, darkness shrouds his vision as sleep silences him.
Groggily pain pierces through the bleak nothingness as the slight sounds of sirens and voices join into the din of the dark. Before long Quincy realizes he has failed in achieving forgetful slumber.
Quincy Hatcher
