(this means forgetting) | finale
Sept 14, 2018 23:31:50 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Sept 14, 2018 23:31:50 GMT -5
Does the wolf apologize
When it stands on top?
Should the lion say his grace
When he takes his mark?
"That we are, Seven,"
The words were like scripture; holy and so full of hope. God, he had forgotten what that felt like. He'd lost it sometime ago even before the reaping, sometime when the playground games weren't fun anymore, when anxiety took the place of wonder and he was supposed to worry about getting a steady job instead of dreaming of the wild things he could've accomplished.
Hope.
It felt good, even if it was something as fleeting as this. Even if it was going to be over in an instant as the evil march of time dragged him further and further along the dark road; he was grateful for the moment of light to remind him why he bothered with survival in the first place.
"We've done some horrible things, haven't we?" The laugh that followed was, perhaps, to keep a sob at bay. It was so powerful, enlightenment. It took root in the base of his spine and grew like wildflowers along his back. It was enough to straighten his posture, raise his chin into the air a bit as his eyes found their counterpart. Three held fear in him, just as the rest of them did. But damn, if he hadn't been good at hiding it. There were two bodies lying there to show for it: one with a hole in his head, one whose clothes were still smoldering from the fire.
The deaths Mackenzie had caused were cleaner, at least.
"Do you think it makes us bad?"
Another question the grounds of which were shaky at best. Was there really a correct answer to something like that? Saying no means you're comfortable with killing; saying yes means you're weak.
"Or does it just make us survivors?"Living and the dead—
There was no such thing as right or wrong; it had taken Bella's life for Mackenzie to understand that much. And Dove's. And Neela's. And Ike's and Wynter's and Faline's and Stitch's and the boy from Six and everyone who had died so that Mackenzie was still able to stand there and look this boy in his fearful eyes.
Mackenzie wondered what he feared; dying or living.
The boy struck and it was easy enough for Mackenzie to bat his glaive away, sidestepping and huffing with effort. He wasn't built for fighting; this was not his nature. He was out of place, but he was adapting. He was trying.
Mackenzie unsheathed his sword in all of its terrifying glory. It was once white as bone, now stained red in places no matter how hard tried to scrub it clean. Scar and sin. Neither could be cleansed quite so easily.
So, he did what he could, and prayed for forgiveness.I do what I need to
What I have to, to survive
Well, I can try
But I'm going to stay alivesong: stay alive
[mackenzie attacks akira; sword]
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