crept up the mountainside [day 1.5] [Bella one shot series]
Feb 11, 2018 2:22:51 GMT -5
Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Feb 11, 2018 2:22:51 GMT -5
Bella kept on running.
And Running.
And running.
Everything was starting to blend together in a hell storm of blood, crimson smeared all over the white snow. If this were a different situation, Bella could easily see the beauty in a scene like this. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen death before. She saw it every night in her dreams, and as much as she hated it, she grew used to it.
However, she knew that if she didn’t run from the people that she trusted, she was going to wind up just like the fallen. Her red blood used as make up for the people that made this look easy.
This was never going to be easy. This was always going to be hard. Harder than anything she could have imagined.
She was still running.
She thought about her parents and what they would tell her in this moment. How much they were probably relieved that she made it out of the blood bath. Bella was sure that they were turning over in their grave, and as much as she hated to admit it, she didn’t envy them.
Bella had to remember something.
She made it out of the blood bath.
Unharmed. Alive.
Well.
Well, almost well.
She was still running.
It felt like an eternity as she passed so many trees that she didn’t know what to do. She remembered her training well though, as she kept an eye out for somewhere she could hide. She could use dirt and moss to cover herself and become a canvas that she had already become. She was there for the capitol to do whatever they saw fit. They could kill her if they wanted too, she knew that much. She had watched it happen before. Someone who was completely healthy one second and then the next, they were gone.
Bella was determined to make sure that wasn’t her fate, so she kept running.
She kept thinking about the bloodbath. The fallen. The people that she could have been friends with. Souls that were gone too soon, but also, souls that weren’t in Bella’s way anymore. The most horrifying was watching Gillian, the twelve year from district 8 run body first into the girl from nine and watching her flatten the others skull. Bella didn’t think that she had that much power to her, but big things came in small packages, and Gillian was now someone to watch out for.
She never thought she would see murder in front of her very eyes.
But here, it was kill or be killed. Bella knew that.
Gillian knew that.
Everyone knew that.
It was the sick game that they had to play.
And she was still running away from it. Horrified.
Alone.
And then the girl from one had fallen and Bella knew that she had to get out of there. Soon enough, she would have become collateral damage, and while Caine was still there, fighting the good fight, there was just too much risk for a reward that she knew she wasn’t going to get.
However, she did hear two more cannons go off, and she couldn’t help but look back for just a second. She saw red spattered all over the snow, and two more bodies fall in the distance.
Instead of waiting around to be the next victim, she bolted, like she did when the house was on fire. She ran. Ran from everything, even though she had to leave people behind. People she didn’t even know if she stood well with. People that she only knew for a short period of time. People that could walk all over her. The scary part of that was, Bella would let them. Happily.
She had someone to protect. Someone to get home too. Marley was probably watching in horror. Bella didn’t want her to watch as she maneuvered the soon to be graveyard. However, she enjoyed the sentiment that she could be watching. That was the support she needed.
She needed someone who would hold onto the hope that she could go home. Marley was just that person and even in Bella’s death, she would continue to be that person.
That was the reason why Bella Rose had to make it home. Because she knew she deserved to live.
And when she started to get tired, she finally stopped herself, right by a hot spring. She was confused for a moment, wondering why such a nice place was nestled away in peaks of the mountainous arena. She took a deep breath before finally taking a seat near the water. She looked at the cascading water and thought about splashing some on her face. She didn’t though, knowing that there could have been something unexpected coming her way. She looked around, finding a rather large clearing near the hot springs that looked good enough to hide in. She did a full three sixty before deciding that this would be the best place for her to stop.
She found a log and took a second to compose herself, feeling hot tears fall down her face. She used her hands to wipe them away before they froze on her face. This was not the place for a girl that only wanted to protect everyone that she saw.
That was going to be her downfall.
That’s probably why it was good that she was alone. Because then she could figure out herself worth. She could figure out what she needs to do in order survive. Maybe if she made it to the feast she could then make a splash like she knew she could. She had to play this game smart, or she was going to be mutt food.
She began to work gather pieces of wood, bark, snow, and anything else that she saw around her to begin camouflaging the area that she was in. One thing Bella loved was working with her hands. She was methodical, working quick to make something that would keep her hidden enough until everything calmed down. She had to grit her teeth through the cold. She wished she stayed and grabbed more items, but she knew better. She didn’t want to end up like the slain tributes that were probably still lying there right now.
She kept going.
And going.
And going until she made something that looked sturdy enough and tall enough to cover her from three sides and up above. She left one side uncovered so her vision wasn’t completely blocked and one side was built slightly weaker so she could kick the back out just in case she needed to get out of there fast. She was proud of herself for making something that looked good enough to blend in with the setting. She then took some woodchips and began to grind them to dust with a rock. She took them and spread them across her body, trying to blend in with the trees. She didn’t think about it much, because she had a feeling that she wasn’t on anyone’s hit list. Despite her score, she felt like she was well liked, and that was enough to convince her so. Maybe she could have been wrong.
She wouldn’t know and she didn’t care to know right now.
Instead, she just thought about how she was going to procure food for the next couple days, and how she was going to keep warm.
She then noticed as a parachute floated down gingerly. It landed not too far from her hiding place, right by the log that covered the back of it. She got up and plucked it from the log quickly before heading back to her encasement. She opened it to find a pair of goggles, an empty canteen and a piece of flint inside. She didn’t find a note however, not really sure who sent her such gifts. She hoped it was her sister, but she couldn’t be certain, as they didn’t have a lot of money to their names. She shrugged as she put on the goggles and put the rest of the stuff in the bag thinking about screaming thank you out loud. However, she didn’t. She didn’t want to give away her location.
She sat there for a moment and thought about what she needed to do next. However, she needed to catch her breath. The would be time for everything. She knew that much.
and that she would have to keep on running.
and running.
and running.I lit a fire with the love you left behind
and it burned wild, and crept up the mountain side
followed your ashes into outspace
I cant look out the window, and I cant look at this place.
[Bella Rose is using Camouflage]
Bella Rose receives Empty Canteen from sponsership
Bella Rose receives flint from sponsership
Bella Rose receives ski goggles from sponsership
Bella Rose equips ski goggles
OOC: More posts to come, I just need to sleep.