The Bloodbath

He did it.

The knife found its home in the girl’s calf, and there wasn’t much resistance after that. He could feel the blood push against the blade, and as he pulled it out, he watched as the thick red liquid pooled out of her leg and all over the battleground.

He expected her to do something, expected her to throw a punch, slice him up a bit more, show him that he was going to die here, but she didn’t.

No.

Instead she fell to the ground and Donnie couldn’t help but look at her and feel sorry. ”I guess I was right…” he said, trying to find a way to truly justify this. ”… I didn’t want to be though.” he mused for a second before sighing and picking up the girls knife. It would be a memento, at least, that is how he saw it.

Something to remember her by.

---

He never thought he would be a killer, but that all changed the moment that he realized that was the only way he was going to get home here. The moment he watched the first fall, he knew what was coming. And maybe that was his only ticket to get out of here, just like they said.

He hated every minute of it though.

But there was a realization that maybe there was more to the story that Donnie wanted to know about. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something seemed off about this whole situation, why he was here and not Aspen. He didn’t have time to ponder though like he wanted too because he was now fighting for his life.

If he made it out of here alive, then he could have all the time in the world to figure out the reasons he was here.

---

A death had occurred in front of his eyes, by his own hands, and he did not feel any sort of happiness from it. Donnie knew that he was not a killer, but what had just transpired had proved that he was.

He would sit there for years telling people that he didn’t have a choice if he got out of here. Of course, that only went so far, and Donnie had a feeling that perception was everything.

Just like when he finally thought about the little girl that he had been trying to protect from the one he just killed.

”Come on, lets go.” he said, holding his hand out for the girl to take, both knives in his other hand with three fingers and blood still dripping down the side of them.

But she didn’t want too. She made it very clear.

Before he could even blink, she threw herself into Donnie. The commotion sent him to the ground, and he could barely breath, before he knew it, her head had collided with his nose and all he heard was a very sudden crack. Pain had taken over again, but instead of using his hands to cover what had been broken, he looked down at her and growled. ”Fine” he took both of his hands and shoved her off of him with force. If she didn’t want to be protected, if she wanted to be slaughtered here, then so be it.

Donnie was just trying to help.

---

Donnie sat up and realized that a couple of the others had already started to fall around him. He was worried about what was going on, but he sat there for a second to catch his breath at the least.

He needed to have a plan. Anything to survive at this point.

After all, he was already participating in whatever this was. The death of the girl he caused was proof of that.

Sept 1, 2019 14:23:59 GMT -5 @dreamerkid said:

Anapos Jink/post #3/ Attack #3 – 2038

Anapos Jinx/ Post #4/ Attack #4

You look at the girl who has not only deflected your attack, the attack of the Warrior's as well. The Warrior accuses You begin to wonder if this tiny girl so is so used to using her sexuality to get what she wants is actually a rebel. She seems a little too trained for that. The bells start to go off for you when she says that "she wishes your mom said she was proud of you more often." If she were an actual rebel, she would realize that there has been no time for emotions. No time for connections because if you made them, it would be another weapon that the Capitol could use against you. Another advantage that you hand over to the Capitol. Warrior mentions that her name was Angel and that code name rings a bell for you. Your commander has told you a couple of times to fix Angel's rifle or set up some traps to aid Angel's squad. You've never actually seen her. But it's nice to put a name to face for once. You're about to accuse this tiny spy of actually being a spy before she starts screaming a string of curses, not towards you but your, you're not sure what to call her, your District Partner? It seems better than calling her the Warrior over and over again.

"Good job on attacking her, Angel. She's not actually a rebel, but a spy. If she were, she would know the importance of cutting off emotional ties with people, no matter how much it hurts." I turn my attention to the tiny spy, who I have lost all respect for. "Having any sort of emotional connections is just handing the Capitol another weapon to use against you, and my mother is the one who taught me that. My mother is very much proud of me, and I know that she loves me, but we are still in this war. Just because the Capitol made an "official" proclamation doesn't mean that the fight is over. The fact that you have the luxury of having a relationship tells me that you are in the Capitol's pocket, and because of that, you deserve to die."

Just as I said that Warrior stuck her knife into the knife of the spy, taking her down for good. You can't help but feel excited about the fact that there is one less Capitol sympathizer in the world, one less person who can get in your way to finally live with your freedom. You also realize that you are not free until all of you are free, and sometimes people find freedom in death. You hope that this spy finds her freedom and her peace in death. That is when you see a shoe flying towards you out of the corner of your eye. You can't help but laugh as you easily swat the boot out of the way. You see the little boy you tried to kill earlier with a girl who's missing her shoe. You also notice that his show comes flying towards you as well. You put your arm up, but the show manages to still leave a considerable bruise on your arm. You can see that the girl that the boy with is screaming words at you so walk over to hear, you're not above allowing those voice their opinions, even if their views are wrong.

"To kill people who you were fighting for? How do you even know they won't just kill the one who lives? Now you trust them?" You chuckle and shake your head as you look at the grass, noticing some blue and orange still left on the field. You don't have time to wonder what these colors used to mean, but you are still interested in them, once you get out. The girl is still going on her rant.

"Do what you want. I'll protect him, and I'll fight but I won't do what you all have done."

You don't think before you respond, your words flying out of your mouth as if they are coming from deep inside your soul.

"I fight for the ones who want freedom, who want to escape the iron grasp of a government that doesn't even do its job, to protect the people it serves. The Capitol has treated us like we are nothing, using us until we collapse because we are nothing but skin and bones, people who don't even have the energy to get up and beg for food because they are literally nothing. I have seen people throw themselves into the ocean because they would rather drown than become a walking corpse, I have seen people commit suicide because they see that ass their only chance to be free of this fucking torment." You inhale as tears start rolling down your face because no child should have to grow up seeing these atrocities, even you can recognize that.

"I fight for the ones who want to live a life of their own, where they can do what they want and be what they want without a government that they have never even see before telling them to fall in line to their expectations. That girl that my District Partner killed, and I attacked was begging to the Peacekeepers for them to stop, even though they are attacking a girl younger than you right now as we speak. Yes, she meant well, but she was brainwashed into thinking that the people who put us here are the ones who can get us out. I know better than that. I know that none of us are truly getting out here, that even if the Capitol actually follows their words for once in its existence that we will be haunted by the war. Because for me, this is still war. And I will keep fighting until my last breath."

For the amount of tear the roll down your face, your voice carries on surprisingly well. You never allowed yourself to feel this pain before and seeing that these girls and this child hiding behind the live one are claiming that you're the oppressor was the dynamite that you're damn needed to collapse.

"Go ahead and paint me out to be the monster for fighting for my freedom, my family's freedom, for the freedom of those who thought death was the only way out. But take a look in the mirror, chica, because you doing nothing is just as bad as me swinging my knife." You turn your back and walk towards the shoe of the little boy, picking up and inspecting it. You don't want to kill her, you have no need to kill her at this moment. The first girl you attacked proved that she was under the control of the Capitol, and the second was in their pocket, you don't know where this third girl stands. This Spanish speaker hasn't revealed what side she's on yet, but if she doesn't pick a team, then she has chosen to be against you. You throw the little boy's show at her, testing the amount of strength you have left more than anything, but hoping to at least spur her to fight."

[Anapos Jinx attacks Uxue Izar, Thrown Shoe]
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8018 -- Deflected -- 0.0 damage
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