parlor tricks | {devika/mackenzie} blitz
Sept 25, 2018 14:56:18 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Sept 25, 2018 14:56:18 GMT -5
welcome to the panic room
where all your darkest
fears are gonna
come for you
Mackenzie still didn't understand why he needed to showcase any kind of talent to these people. Week after week, District after District, he was standing on a stage made of corpses while the memories of the dead were reflected back in his through their loved ones' eyes. He was a murderer; all he'd done was outlive everyone else. That shouldn't have ever been grounds for fortune or fame, nor should it have ever meant that he would be taking magic classes, of all things, to prepare for a tour of victory. He'd been such a good killer, they wanted the entire nation to stand face-to-face with him and listen to prewritten speeches and then, yes, perform tricks of the eye with a deck of cards or a pair of loaded dice. He pulled rabbits out of hats and coins out of people's ears and they were supposed to applaud and pretend they had somehow forgotten why he was there in the first place.
He felt ridiculous every time they wheeled that stupid cart full of supplies onto the stage, but there were a few perks to the embarrassment this time around. Namely, that he'd killed the girl from here and then watched as the boy went up in flames, so his red cheeks and precise hand movements were a well received distraction to him.
As he finished his last trick, he bowed. The curtain closed, and he was immediately dragged into a changing room to put on another suit, and then to yet another ball which was being thrown in his honor. Mackenzie wasn't stupid. He bet every person holding a steak knife, sitting at their cloth-draped tables, had the thought of stabbing him if he came near enough. His food could've been poisoned, hell, a child could've pulled a gun from beneath their coat and shot him right then and there for all he knew.
But he was me with plastic smiles, rough handshakes, polite nods.
As soon as he was able, he sneaked his way to the back of the room with intention of hiding out for the rest of the night. These people did not care about celebrating him; they hated him for living. He took a vacant seat at a vacant table and tried to keep his head down until Jacquelyn found him and told him it was time to go.still waiting, hands shaking
maybe the coast will clear
but these voices, these strange noises
they followed me in heresong: panic room