eye of the storm {arrows}
Jan 17, 2017 23:44:31 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Jan 17, 2017 23:44:31 GMT -5
Ikaia Miristioma Twenty-one | Male | District Eleven |
Moonlight glistened through the trees as Ikaia sat against one watching the twins sleep. Junior's ragged breaths disappeared with the howling winds. He had to go back for the well being of his child, Ikaia needed to return, but asking Kirito for help was one of the last things on his mind. So much had changed over the years, and it was hard to believe that just five years ago his life was perfect. He didn't know what the Capitol had planned, and now he was stuck in a war of his own mind. He yearned for the days of being huddled together in the shack of a house wondering if he'd wake to see another sunrise. He missed the fire burning in the fireplace, he missed Ma wrapping him in holey blankets. Those were the days he had everything to live for, but now his purpose was gone. He had nothing except the twins, and for them he stayed alive. For them Ikaia would keep going because they meant the world to him.
Yet the words Harbinger said bounced through his mind. Was it worth returning to a life of pain and misery? Was it worth trying to find district four when he had no clue where to look? Was it worth risking the life of an innocent child?
No.
He sighed before reaching over and waking Ekain. "We're going back home. Bundle up really good." He whispered quietly before placing throwing his pack over his shoulders. Grabbing his own blanket, he wrapped it around Junior, and he felt his head for a temperature, and he was much warmer than before. "I'm going to get you help, I promise." He lifted the tiny boy from the ground, "Ekain, stay right beside me, please."
"Okay, Ikky, I will."
At least he knew how to behave when it was needed. He was a wild child, yet Ikaia wouldn't have it any other way. The twins were his life, and he'd do anything to make sure they were safe. But right now he was failing.
Frost nipped at his nose he trudged forward. Snow and ice crunched beneath his feet, yet he followed the stars in the sky. Ma always said to follow the stars to find his way home, and that was what he was relying on. But each step was painful. Pain shot through his body, and he grimaced many times, but he had to keep going. Junior was growing weaker with every passing second, and he needed to get help.
Ikaia didn't want just any ordinary person to help him. No, he wanted his brother, his twin. Kirito practically brought Ma back from the grave, and he knew he could do the same for Junior.
"Hang on, little guy, we're almost there." He whispered quietly before turning around, "Ekain, you still here?"
"Right here, Ikky."
Each breath caught in the back of his throat as he tried to quicken the pace. Junior was getting worse. His breathing was rapidly slowing down, and Ikaia didn't know what to do anymore, but he wouldn't give up. Through tear stained eyes, he started running as fast as his prosthetic leg would allow.
And then he saw the silhouette of the Victor's Village.
Hope crawled across his skin as he quickened his pace. His eyes locked on Junior's for a moment, "Just a little longer, hang in there, Junior. Hang in there." He begged with all that he had. His heart clawed at his ribs begging for an escape, but Ikaia didn't stop until he was standing in front of Kirito's house. It was probably around three in the morning, but his hope was resting somewhere within the walls of this very home. Not caring how he woke, Ikaia pound against the door before collapsing to the ground sobbing, and he held his sick son while praying to a god he didn't believe in for some sort of miracle.
Yet the words Harbinger said bounced through his mind. Was it worth returning to a life of pain and misery? Was it worth trying to find district four when he had no clue where to look? Was it worth risking the life of an innocent child?
No.
He sighed before reaching over and waking Ekain. "We're going back home. Bundle up really good." He whispered quietly before placing throwing his pack over his shoulders. Grabbing his own blanket, he wrapped it around Junior, and he felt his head for a temperature, and he was much warmer than before. "I'm going to get you help, I promise." He lifted the tiny boy from the ground, "Ekain, stay right beside me, please."
"Okay, Ikky, I will."
At least he knew how to behave when it was needed. He was a wild child, yet Ikaia wouldn't have it any other way. The twins were his life, and he'd do anything to make sure they were safe. But right now he was failing.
Frost nipped at his nose he trudged forward. Snow and ice crunched beneath his feet, yet he followed the stars in the sky. Ma always said to follow the stars to find his way home, and that was what he was relying on. But each step was painful. Pain shot through his body, and he grimaced many times, but he had to keep going. Junior was growing weaker with every passing second, and he needed to get help.
Ikaia didn't want just any ordinary person to help him. No, he wanted his brother, his twin. Kirito practically brought Ma back from the grave, and he knew he could do the same for Junior.
"Hang on, little guy, we're almost there." He whispered quietly before turning around, "Ekain, you still here?"
"Right here, Ikky."
Each breath caught in the back of his throat as he tried to quicken the pace. Junior was getting worse. His breathing was rapidly slowing down, and Ikaia didn't know what to do anymore, but he wouldn't give up. Through tear stained eyes, he started running as fast as his prosthetic leg would allow.
And then he saw the silhouette of the Victor's Village.
Hope crawled across his skin as he quickened his pace. His eyes locked on Junior's for a moment, "Just a little longer, hang in there, Junior. Hang in there." He begged with all that he had. His heart clawed at his ribs begging for an escape, but Ikaia didn't stop until he was standing in front of Kirito's house. It was probably around three in the morning, but his hope was resting somewhere within the walls of this very home. Not caring how he woke, Ikaia pound against the door before collapsing to the ground sobbing, and he held his sick son while praying to a god he didn't believe in for some sort of miracle.
