let me bleed until the blackened afternoon [Day 5; J vs R]
Apr 8, 2017 15:50:01 GMT -5
Post by Kingston Cesaire D3A [Tom] on Apr 8, 2017 15:50:01 GMT -5
Everything feels like an illusion.
There's nothing, but sorrows that can be tasted upon the tip of his tongue. If only he could have been stronger. If only he could have been quicker. If only he could have been smarter. Then Anarchy Brice might still be alive. Reality seems to cocoon itself into fantasy and he's stuck between both of the worlds. There's not one breath of air that he questions if it's real or fake. He's sore from the wounds that lick his body with dried blood. Blue jean shorts turn to red from the cut on his thigh that was now sewn shut. There's not a moment where he questions why he's still alive in the arena with all of his limbs. All he can do is breath what fantasy and reality that there is. Everything was an illusion until he begins to bleed.
That's when he breaks the illusion with reality.
The king of fools had learned what the difference between a god and a king. Pathetic kings tried believing they had become gods to control their power, but even the strongest of kings die. The sky shines above him with the faces of that dead from the day before. Anarchy Brice would appear like a blemish upon a perfect record. There's no angels within the arena anymore. All of the wings had burned up and crumbled to dust. That's when the first face appears. A gasp escapes from his throat and Riordan wants to dare a scream of both joy and disappointment.
Atlas Lumiere was dead.
The great king slain.
That had been the cannon that fired through his ears before Anarchy.
It smacks him like the rejected dreams that pop into his mind. Atlas Lumiere was everything Riordan wanted to become. Strong, smart, and fast. The thought of the person who must have killed Atlas Lumiere sends a shiver down his spine. Someone was stronger than the king who sent his bones on fire while he burned to the point of exhaustion. The weak survive and the strong die. The weak scramble like the bugs that come forth from the ground, weak alone, but strong in numbers. Overwhelmed was one of the options that could have taken Atlas Lumiere out, but there was no way of truly knowing. All that he knew was that another kiss had vanished before his eyes.
A kiss that was so deadly that whoever touched it died.
Lucas O'Hara was the last one alive that he's kissed.
There's nothing that he can do to protect them. All good things wilt like the roses Riordan leaves behind for the dead.
The last rose shines across the sky.
Thorns stab into his gut as the regrets he has come forward in the sky. Anarchy Brice looks like an angel that he had failed so easily. There's nothing he can do except gulp down what little air he has in his throat. Wings burst to flight and he feels his own heart fly back to the moment. The shark's teeth pushing through Anarchy Brice's eye. The skull that still was upon her head that he put on for her. A way to put his mind at peace for only a moment, until everything comes crashing down like a waterfall. All he wants to do is cocoon himself up and never come out to face the truth. Every death becomes easier upon his skin. Scars, wounds, bruises, kisses, and touches litter his mind. A tingling of the spots that the dead have touched comes to life. Every spot threatening to send him under the water. The rose that had taken the last one's place upon his palm is orange. The color of the sunset that he dreams of going home to.
Reality and fantasy clash unto the restlessness disappears from his body.
The illusions breaking for the fields of red and purple and the large building of joy that carries every good thing.
There's no reaching it.
A mountain pulls it to the heavens where he can never reach it.
A punishment to his dream self.
The illusion shatters.
The day begins with petals that push them away.
A scream at his allies to get moving.
"We need to get out of here!"
Feet plant against the ground as allies race to somewhere new. The storm of petals dance along behind them as they race to the next place where they will fend for their life. Monsters or people, there was no difference. Only evil lies within the walls of their fantasies. Reality and fantasy clashing with a storm of petals. Iris runs with him as the petal on his hand brushes the sides of his legs. A small hand pushing him forward like it had been guiding him to somewhere safe. Somewhere where he can reach the summit and see the sunrise onto morning. The tiny wave still imprinted upon his mind, never vanishing. Heart already shattered at the thoughts of the young Eckhart that he couldn't help.
They reach the land where sky and earth becomes one. A tango of confusion where up is down and down is up. Almost as bad as the mansion that he's avoided since day one. The ground below is only sand from what he can see and feel of it, but water seems to take form. All he's afraid of is that he'll fall into nothingness. Never to come back to the world that he original resided in. The rose upon his palm blooms as he almost breaks from fear. There's nowhere to go but forward. Nothing, but lost illusions as he swears he can see himself in the sky below, but illusions were meant to make man go mad. Delusions or illusions, he couldn't tell.
Words echo from his throat.
"Cassie and Kid, I think I'm lost."
Lost or found, he was still crazier than he used to be. The king of fools who drowns under the waves of grief, until he's swallowed whole. Each crack upon his skin breaks a piece of the glass that holds him together. Feet step in the sand, he can feel it moving with every step as he feels the small hand guiding him somewhere new. Somewhere that pain and sorrow can be contained. There's nothing more than reality and fantasy firing a ceasefire as he can't tell where they had come or gone. The storm of petals that danced behind them was gone and he wasn't happy about it. Others would have been displaced by the same storm, unless it was a punishment only by the gods for Riordan killing the shark and the fluffy eraser.
Sky meets earth.
Tributes meet tributes.
Eyes catch the other group of three instantly. There's nowhere to hide. There's nothing more than clear sky and clear earth. There's nothing and everything in this place. Elettra is the first one he spots. A frown pulls upon his face as he holds the baseball bat with barbed wire coming out of it threateningly. Iris was no longer with them. Neither was the holy man that was from nine. Cal's killer stands there looking high and mighty like before. Anger threatens to push him forward, but he speaks first. The third one was someone he didn't know. Only a name of Castor could come to his mind. Words flow from his lips at his district partner.
"We're the last ones Elettra. You let Iris die. Have you become the monster you feared to become?"
The frown upon his face stays put. Heart beats for the Eckhart as she is all he has left of home. The opera house that held him sturdy was crumbling, just like the Eckharts that he had once known. Stone statues of them crumbling to dust just like his sanity. Every day, he loses more and more of himself to the ever growing irrationality. All he needed was to see her. All he needed was to see Elettra alive and not dead. If he lost the last piece of home, he would break. Shatter into nothing like Anarchy Brice. The gods would be pleased with that.
Death in a fantasy world only to feel the reality of everything he had done.
"Too bad, I've become the monster I feared of becoming."
Eyes focus back to Eszter Summit.
The death of Callixtus still haunts his mind, reminding him of someone he couldn't protect. Someone he failed because he wasn't strong enough to save them. Things were different now. Everything was different than the three days before. Vengeance comes to his mind as he stares at her for a second. The words had only taken a second to come out. Everything felt like it was going on for years, but in reality, it was only seconds. Time seemed to disappear from him, just like reality and fantasy. Stuck in the middle of both created the Riordan Einfallen who stands before them. Feet tap the ground as he swings the baseball bat at Eszter Summit. Voice screams out at her.
"This one is for Callixtus Shim."
There are no more illusions.
Angels fall to the earth.
Gods punish the weak.
All kings fall, no matter how strong.
Riordan Einfallen had become the monster that he feared for so long.
Eszter Summit must die.
(Riordan Einfallen attacks Eszter Summit with Spiked Blunt)
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