the unholy debt [ansgar/daniela]

Holy water cannot help you down
Hours and armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crowd
See I have to burn
Your kingdom down

This is all so foreign. Unfamiliar walls, decorated with equally unrecognisable faces - what am I to do? Each station draws curiosity. A fire making table, but with one switch, the fireplace at home would ignite, is there real a less simple method? All I can do is stand in the centre of it all, with every look, all the objects stretch further and further away from me. Another choice, another step; I need to decide now or everything will be out of reach.

There are so many faces.

All the twenty-three that I must go through to get home and the ones that accompany them; Capitolites that have been paid to be here and of course, the victors. On year of solace in the air, father always used to drink to Shelby Leviane but never Jenoah, never the others that fell before him. Just one year, the District’s atmosphere lifted. People payed their debts and father got his hands into the pockets of the new mayor. Smiles painted the faces of the many but three hundred and sixty five days later, it was gone. It vanished as quickly as those tributes died; I wonder what sea of ecstasy Eleven rode on, for those three years.

There he is…looking well.

I hold no grudges for the victors, any sane person would fight for their life but there is one. The one who came home in the place of my brother, his spear took his life and now he stands here in front of me. There is a rack of spears nearby, maybe I should repay a debt. If only it could be as easy as that, I can only use my tongue as a weapon. ”Ansgar!” An exclaimed shout of his name, I need to get his attention. ”Is that rat of yours still alive or did you cut its fingers off, like you did my brother’s?”

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in my house
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done

[ dars ]