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statements | { te kore, day three } Jul 28, 2017 18:05:05 GMT -5

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Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Jul 28, 2017 18:05:05 GMT -5

I am a killer.

Yes, it sounds bad and the folks at home are probably thinking that I am a girl with a screw loose. Yes, it sounds terrible because it is what I have dedicated my life to for years; and yes, it sounds horrific because it is—these hands, this heart and mind just robbed a girl of a future that she has been dreaming of since childhood.

I am a killer, yes, and I am a murderer, sure, but I could not let her get away with putting a bullet through Jacob's head. One bullet that is capable of doing so much damage did exactly that; the aftermath that followed was gruesome but still, I managed to find the silver lining and look past the gore to the glory.

A dark obsession with death, murder means that I will be remembered. My lust for blood has been satisfied, for now, and my soul not longer shakes with thirst. It is calm, I am calm despite all that has happened in the past few minutes.

Fear me, I think, because I am the anomaly. Cold hands and a cold heart—it's a toxic concoction.

My hands are bloodied and cannot stop the acid from rising in my body. It's just who I am and if the repercussions of being true to the girl within are cruel, so be it.

She had it coming, after all. If everyone else isn't careful, I'll make sure they are next.

Hero and I leave the boat, Jacob's body falling into the depths of the water beneath us. There is no saving him now, and all I can ask for is that he was content with himself in the moments before he died. Different people awaken different beasts in a person, and I hope that Hero and I awaken one that made him realise his worth.

Skies quickly turn grey above us. It's probably a sign but I don't have time to read it; rain hammers down and lightning creates a show, cracking through the storm to show us some light. The one place that Hero and I could find some sense of solace in becomes lost. The seas become sharp with the weather change, the serenity being chopped away rapidly.

The wind calls, but it gives us no time to answer before it takes us into it's arms and throws us to the black shores that surround the volcano. Clementina Ogden's blood washes off in the sea as if it wants me to forget. I was always told that first murder is like first love, both are unforgettable.

Whilst the sun begins to set over the treacherous seas, the two of us are given a moment to fully digest recent events.

We are killers—I am a killer. Shout it from the rooftops and let it be known that I am a big bad wolf.

"Just the two of us, now." I say, staring out to the horizon. Realising our worth, we are more wild than ever before. "We're dangerous, you know, and I like it."

statements | { te kore, day three } Jul 28, 2017 19:10:28 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jul 28, 2017 19:10:28 GMT -5

Jacob Wickham fell to the bottom of the sea before Hero could say goodbye. Though the boy from Four didn’t know what to say to his sunken ally – maybe I’m sorry, maybe you deserved better – he would never get the opportunity to come up with something worthwhile, and this realization broke his heart.

Lux and Hero, they didn’t talk much about what happened. Their actions spoke louder than words, and Clementina Ogden’s blood on their weapons was evidence enough of their fury. Sadness wasn’t a good enough word to describe what they felt about Jacob’s death, not when the odds were stacked against his survival from the start, not when 23 were destined to meet the same fate.

The loss stung, but everything stung in the Arena. Even the saltwater made their wounds ache.

There was little time to dwell on the loss of their ally. Hero hadn’t noticed it during the fight, too blinded by the rage that overtook him, but dark storm clouds were brewing overhead. As the District Fours drifted away from the giant boat, sailing further south, the sky boomed and the waters descended, dropping softly onto the sea until the storm picked up strength. Then the winds came, and the waves crashed and smashed and almost toppled them over, and the two clung onto the raft for dear life.

The secret – something they would never admit – was that even District Fours could succumb to the depths. It happened all the time at home, and this water was engineered to kill. Hero was almost certain the Gamemakers were trying to pull them closer to land, which meant one thing: their struggle to stay afloat would be temporary. So long as they could steer their homemade boat to dry land, the water wouldn’t take them. Or, at least, that’s what Hero told himself.

Perhaps the Gamemakers were sending them somewhere, but there was also the definite possibility that they were entertained by the irony of drowning the District Fours in the very place that reminded them of home.

Whatever disaster Hero was expecting didn’t come to pass – he wrangled the homemade sail on the raft to direct them towards the island and keep them afloat, and after an agonizing time of uncertainty, they climbed onto the shore.

Without the spray of water and the waves to drown out the noise, Lux turned to him and spoke, finally.

"Just the two of us, now,” she said, staring out at the horizon, and Hero looked out too. Jacob was out there, somewhere. They couldn’t save him, they couldn’t, but they had done all they could.

“We're dangerous, you know, and I like it."

Hero grinned, and reached for Lux’s hand.

“Dangerous,” he agreed, looking out at the sea. In that moment, he thought of home, of his father, of Villain.

“And I hope we’re making them proud.”