bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ]

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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 17, 2019 12:57:37 GMT -5

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Post by ghosty on Nov 17, 2019 12:57:37 GMT -5

He heard the sounds of grouping people dissipate behind, as they walked from the tables, back where the trees greeted them like old friends. For once, eyes not darting around in Efram's skull, praying that he didn't see anyone near them. After today, he didn't know what else to expect. He dreaded anything, at this point. Half way until the end. Half the way on the train back home with a heart beating in a chest.

It wasn't going to be him. Particularly with Bell still in the arena. Ripred, she still scared him. Particularly now she wasn't attached to him by the wrist like a minder looking after a small child. Before he could even think about the time, the darkness began to build around them, sun dipping below the trees that carried the scent of food merely hours prior. It seemed like a fantasy, this place. Not the nightmare it truly was. Efram wished everything would just be simple again, like it was back home in Ten. He wasn't watching his back to be caught out of line there.

{ --- }

His breath left a cloud in front of his eyes. He stretched out his fingers, feeling the cold fill his every movement. Ripred, it was colder than he ever expected. Efram made sure to ball himself up as small as possible. Anything to stop the cold seeping deeper than it already had. "You two, we've gotta get movin'. Can't stay s-still here for too long, not with that cold."

He heard the sound of water before he saw a sign of it. A river, flowing.

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[ efram attacks asari, sword ]
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[ 1094 -- Shallow Cut on Left Hip -- 3.5 damage ]

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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 17, 2019 23:31:55 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Nov 17, 2019 23:31:55 GMT -5

The night was easy.

There was a strange peace that seemed to settle over the arena after the food that was provided was devoured, but a part of me was still uneasy.

Because I knew it wouldn't last long.

The Gamemaker's kind gesture put me on edge. This was a place of blood and death, not peace. There was not a hint of it until 23 bodies were returned and crates and a crown lay upon the winner's head. A break was not normal, and I know that the following day would include hardships and heartaches. They wanted a show for the viewers, so that every death that happens tears someone apart. Connections between the tributes so they seek revenge, but I wouldn't fall for it.

Every queen knows that relationships simply lead to misery.

And I refuse to be held back by someone who has to die a death that is most likely by my hands. I fight for only myself, with Cole's slaughter to fuel the fire. I fight for my reign and the crown that sits upon my head. It has yet to fall.

And I don't plan on letting it any time soon.

The sound of moving water fills my ears before it ever enters my sight. The smell of the fresh water reminds me of home.

I have never felt more alive.

Three other tributes find themselves on the same bank as us and I can't help but smile. I can feel the water flowing through my limbs. I am one with the current. The mist that sprays my face fuels me.

They are about to meet an unfortunate end.

"Well boys, looks we get to have some fun today."

My hands move to my side as I grab both of the swords from my waist. The fire that is in me rages, and oddly enough the nearby water doesn't extinguish it, but merely fuels it.

"Yesterday was such a yawn, don't ya think?"

I turn towards the Rhodes girl who's near me and give her a wink and my swords come crashing down.

The rippling water plays a sweet melody in the background.

But it's time to make the river run red.

( bell attacks asari ; hand saw )
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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 17, 2019 23:58:42 GMT -5

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Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Nov 17, 2019 23:58:42 GMT -5

Seeing Milo again gave her hope, but at the end of the day Asari knows both can't survive. It's best for him to leave the world sooner rather than later so they don't have to fight one another, yet wishing death on a friend, on someone from home is the last thing on her mind. It's a never ending challenge when all she wants is to make it home and see her family once more.

The food from the feast fills her stomach to the brim, but eating is a mistake. Her stomach churns, and it hurts. Going without for so long and then piling it all in tears her apart. Being used to having so little, even back home, to this moment makes her wonder what she was even thinking.

But it brings her into the night.

The other two are still around, and honestly she doesn't even care anymore. Offering them some company feels so distant. Life just isn't the same without Ubbe, but leaving him behind because he's gone is the most important thing she can do. His sledgehammer necklace gives her the strength to carry on because all hope seems gone.

Her eyes flicker open, and she jumps from the ground. Sometime through the night she must've fallen asleep. Looking around, she waits for the others to rise. Waking someone from a sleep isn't nice, but it's happened so many times before, but she gathers her things anyway and is ready to go once they're on their feet.

Taking the lead hasn't been a strong point for her, but now is the time to rise above it all and do the best she can. Her family is counting on her, and all she wants is to make them proud. It's what she's fighting for. It's keeping her going.

When someone strikes at her, she takes a step back hoping the two others do the same. Pain doesn't bother her anymore because the days before has caused many. She takes the tar and slathers it across the log splitter she found just the other day, and she strikes a match setting it ablaze.

Someone will die here, and she wants to make sure it isn't her regardless of it looking that way.

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Asari uses the jar of tar and a match to light the log splitter on fire
attacks Efram with flaming log splitter

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14113 -- MISS -- 0.0 damage

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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 18, 2019 15:43:32 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Nov 18, 2019 15:43:32 GMT -5

He had refused the food and drink so extravagantly laid out for them. Bell and Efram had too and so they all simply watched as other enjoyed the feast. There was something sinister about the way no visible strings were attached, and about how no one was fighting. Maybe they were being offered a chance at reprieve, but he didn't want to take the risk that the Gamemakers were planning something devious. There was no question something terrible would follow this, it was only a matter of time.

The company of Bell and Efram was already providing a surprising amount of comfort. He felt as though he might actually be able to rest properly tonight without worry of being attacked as he slept. This was good because he was still recovering from the wounds Fangor had inflicted upon him two days ago. Sleep came easily to him once again, this time without the nagging guilt that he was leaving himself vulnerable.

--- --- ---

Efram led the way once they woke with Bell not far behind. The two of them were so used to traveling together after these last five days that they hardly had to communicate on what they were doing. He, however, was barely following along. Despite his best efforts, he was left behind some as they prepared and moved out. The aching in his bones kept him slow as they traveled back to the riverbank.

The presence of other figures removed any hope that they might be able to rest once again, but he felt no surprise. Today had a horrible overcast and bitter cold that felt like it would slow his limbs and freeze him in place. Perhaps he would move no longer after this day. After so long of being lucky, his time would surely be coming to its end.

Bell sounded almost cheerful as she drew her weapons, moving just behind Efram. "Well boys, looks we get to have some fun today." He hadn't seen the second weapon before, but this girl with a blade in each hand was formidable, terrifying. "Yesterday was such a yawn, don't ya think?"

Efram and Bell struck first, not waiting for the trio before them to set the tone. They all knew there couldn't be another friendly day, one without fighting where they each ate and drank to their own contentment. Just as was foreshadowed by his own unease, today would be a day of blood and death.

The first blood shed was drawn in a shallow line on one of the girls' sides. Efram's blow had struck but without the force needed to really hamper a person. Bell, on the other hand, took advantage of Efram's attack to make her own and the saw she wielded bit deep into the girl's back.

The girl took her own retaliation, swinging a log splitter that she had lit on fire once wide and then brought it down on Efram's chest with a force enough to crack bone. The loud sound of breaking bone filled the air for a moment as the flames flared and flickered. When the weapon pulled away from Efram's flesh the point of contact was burned and already a vibrant red.

Taking inspiration from this, he drew out his own jar of tar and coated his pole weapon. Lighting it with his flint, he waited no longer to throw himself into the fight. With as quick of a movement as he could, he threw himself at the other girl in the trio and swung. He had to protect his allies, it was the only way they could protect him.

^{Table by Griffin}

Lights his Sling Blade on fire with tar and flint

[Attacks Sapphire DeCaria with Sling Blade]
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Severed Left Calf at Knee -- 9.0 damage

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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 18, 2019 16:19:50 GMT -5

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Post by esther kim d3 {lance} on Nov 18, 2019 16:19:50 GMT -5

The next few hours go by in a blur. People talk to you, talk at you, brush shoulders, and so on. You're so, so hungry that the pie you'd picked up way back on the first day is inhaled in seconds, but still you resist the grand call of the Gamemaker's trick of the trade.

You fall asleep in a fog, and wake up in a haze. Back at the riverbank, it's freezing, so much so that you can see your breath with every exhale. But even that isn't enough to return clarity to dull eyes, clear the thoughts centered around Slate Rothul from Nine, the girl you killed -

It's a wonder that Reyes, ever the unsociable, and Asari, Ubbe's shadow, had stuck around this long regardless. At this point, you may as well be a dead woman walking for all of the signs of life you've given. Wake up, get to your feet without a word, stare blankly ahead, walk.

It's a rhythm that relies purely on muscle memory at this point, malnutrition and thirst ravaging away at your well being like Vargen's blades at other's skin. An entire river crashes next to you, somehow still liquid despite the freezing temperatures, and you're almost tempted to just take your canteen out of your backpack and drink it dry, sanitary hazards be damned-

The wind howls. Shapes appear that you vaguely register as unfriendly. And still you do not react, even as two circle around Asari and a third heads towards you-

Then your balance fails. White hot pain shoots through your left leg right at the knee. And is it the wind howling, or is it you?

Your vision cleared. You finish screaming bloody murder. And slowly, you look down at your own bloody leg, no longer connected to your body, and then up at a boy.

Pain turns to rage. The white-hot fire in your now lost limb coalesces into a burning ball in the pit of your stomach. And as you reach back and grab the first metal thing you can manage, there's only a few words to fall from your lips.

"You should have gone for something more vital, fucker," you hiss. "Because now, I'm going to fuck you up."

Brave words from a crippled girl - but you've tasted murder once already.

And never before have you wished to taste it again.

...

Oh god, you really are becoming Vargen.

sapphire attacks curtus; pickaxe

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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 18, 2019 16:27:01 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Nov 18, 2019 16:27:01 GMT -5

It is no easy practice for a starving boy to pass on the chance of triggering a painful bout of indigestion. I simply devoured myself with food, a knife and fork; the only blades I have properly wielded this entire week. Now the thought of it being a trap is all that keeps me awake through this night. I just wait for the inevitable, the sins of greed to finally show its face before the sun does.

So, what is it going to be then?

A slow poisonous painful demise…or a peaceful poisonous sleep.

Intoxication that has been turned up beyond any sense of dignity.

Or nothing.

Just a full stomach and the joys of finally tasting life again. Fuck Reyes, get a grip and fall asleep.

I am halfway there, just eleven more doors to burst through. A storm always follows calmness, even if we have not been spiked with some hallucinaut there will be a shitshow tomorrow and I may as well get well rested for it.

The silent allies, there are no good morning and how well did you sleep last night? between us. Just me and two girls to cower behind. There are no career boys to sacrifice today, just the axe wielder, victor blood and skinny games bait. Let’s hope new faces approach us today, no handless, the dramatics of seven or the career girls and their Eleven toy.

Frost captures every fibre of my cloak; I dust the flakes from the material and the chill quickly soaks through the surface of my skin. What I would do to just sit by a fire right now with a hot cup of that beautiful mulled cider from yesterday. Not even a hangover takes over my mind, just the exhaustion of the chaotic days that I have had to endure.

Now it is back to the usual schedule, aimlessly wandering until we bump into someone(thing) that has us targeted as a kill. Honestly, I am now glad that no mutated beast has crossed our path. Even though they’re silent and come with no dramatics, at least a kid is more predictable than some manufactured creature.

A familiar landscape but with fresh faces. Three that sat around the table with us but have not delighted us with an hour of shallow cuts and fallen limbs. Back to the riverbank, Hammerfell’s and Torren’s resting place. So, who is going to join them today then? It is certainly not going to be me.

My plea for sweet embers is granted by the unknown flame boy but the actions of his blade are far from anything I have begged for...just yet. Flying limbs and now it is the turn of Sapphire, the powerhouse of my survival and she is being hacked away branch by branch. ”I bet those flames won’t last five minutes, you picked the wrong girl to hit.”

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[1109 -- Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage]

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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 20, 2019 12:32:17 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Nov 20, 2019 12:32:17 GMT -5

i am so so sorry but im going to have to do this because i know im holding up the fight but i have an assignment due soon and i need to finish because im a dumb bitch and waited until last minute. have some dialogue tho !!

A smile forms on my face as Efram drives his sword into the other girls leg. "Finally starting to catch the hang of this huh?"

Blood covered my body, but thankfully none of it was mine. Asari's added to my collection on my stained clothes, but unfortunately so did my allies. My eyes narrow as I look at the fighting going around around me. Somebody was going to die, but it wasn't going to be me.

Come hell or high water.

"Now now everyone let's play fair," I look at the other two girls that surround me and smirk. "Lady first,"

And my blades come crashing down.

( bell attacks asari ; hand saw )
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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 20, 2019 13:41:19 GMT -5

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Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Nov 20, 2019 13:41:19 GMT -5

Every part of her being aches, but she keeps going. It's been placed in her brain that fighting is the only way to succeed. It's the only way to stay alive, and here she doesn't even see that as an option anymore. They're ganging up on her, and she expected it. The idea of another eleven winning, the idea of the Rhodes family being any stronger, all of that is going away in the blink of an eye. But she's still alive, and her heart is still beating, and that's the most important thing. Maybe even making sure the other two survive, yet Sapphire isn't in the best of shape. She's missing part of her leg.

A frantic heart drops rapidly. What can she do to save her? Maybe taking out one would bring the target to her so Sapphire can live. But dying is the last thing on her mind right now. If there's a will, there's a way, and maybe all three of them can see another day, but the odds aren't in her favor.

Asari backs away for a moment trying to figure out the best plan of action. Even when the career shouts ladies first, Asari doesn't move. Living in fear will never help. What is done is done, and maybe this is the chance to get herself out of here before it's took late. Without a second thought, the young girl prepares herself understanding the consequences for her actions.

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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 20, 2019 15:06:13 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Nov 20, 2019 15:06:13 GMT -5

The blade once again bites deep and then deeper into flesh. This time it's not Fangor's pale face that stares at him over the bloody limb on the ground but a furious tigress of a girl. She screams, a sound to rival that made by the banshee girl, before her eyes focus on him. He had removed the lower half of one of her legs, just as he had severed the lower half of Fangor's arm from his body. This girl, though, had not had the number of blows before this point that Fangor had had and so she still held onto her fire where it had drained from the boy.

"You should have gone for something more vital, fucker." Her voice is a hiss, a little raw from the scream and the pain but deadly serious. "Because now, I'm going to fuck you up." He was sure she would try, and despite his best efforts she landed a direct blow on him. There was no real surprise in him at the force of her attack, just a wobbly gratefulness for the apron that absorbed enough of the blow to keep him from being gutted. She might just be the one to end him, after the two people he had managed to kill he may have finally attacked someone who could outpace and outlast him.

Before he could think too much more of this, a shadow fell over his shoulder. "I bet those flames won’t last five minutes, you picked the wrong girl to hit." He had no time to react before a red line appeared on his arm with a stinging pain following on its heels. Moving out of the two-sided trap he found himself in, he spun away to face his second attacker. This boy was standing menacingly next to the girl, a protector in his own right.

Behind them, the sounds of more wounds being formed echoed as loud as cannons in the momentary silence. The cracking of bone made his head snap around and he watched as the other girl once again had slammed her log splitter into Efram's chest, breaking yet more of the boy's seemingly fragile frame. Surely Bell and Efram could handle that one girl without dying - right? He had his own battle to wage, one where he was the underdog.

The flames that fluttered along the blade of his weapon provided some heat and kept him from shivering in the freezing air. He hoped they were strong enough to keep burning until his own life force was extinguished. Perhaps they were the embodiment of them, for, after all, were they to go out he was sure there was no way he would survive. As it was, he was hoping he might at least distract these two long enough for Efram and Bell to get away.

He faced his two assailants again, trying to hold his back straight. "Five minutes is all I need."

Just long enough for them to get away.

^{Table by Griffin}

[Attacks Sapphire DeCaria with Sling Blade]
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Miss -- 0.0 damage

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[Accuracy Day 6]
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Stabbed in Chest -- 9.5 damage

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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 20, 2019 15:38:32 GMT -5

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Post by esther kim d3 {lance} on Nov 20, 2019 15:38:32 GMT -5

The blade enters your chest, and you're not sure how you don't die right then and there. A leg, a puncture inches away from where your heart resides - and yet the world doesn't go black, your vision doesn't begin to fade, even as each and every nerve cluster lights up in agony. Adrenaline fuels you, wild desperation pushes you forward as the blade is withdrawn from your chest. Cauterization minimizes the blood flowing from both wounds, the opposing boy unwittingly and perhaps unknowingly helping keep you alive for just a little bit longer.

Murdering Slate Rothul had turned you into a shell of a woman hollowed out by your own sins. But this onslaught, this punishment you're receiving has reminded you that you are not a dead woman walking just yet - you are still very much alive and feeling.

And you're scared. You're pissed. You just lost a leg and took a blow to the chest and still you live. Cripple you all he wants - the boy is going to have to try a hell of a lot harder than that if he wants to bury you six feet under.

When you swing your weapon a second time, only then are you aware that you're screaming bloody murder.

Perhaps you never stopped.

sapphire attacks curtus; pickaxe

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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 20, 2019 15:45:56 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Nov 20, 2019 15:45:56 GMT -5

There is no joy in these mini battles, just the same routine of hacking away until someone is bled dry. Words float around and in career girl fashion, Cole’s sister? Cousin? Niece? Daughter? spits the venom towards the victor blood. Fucking hell this is already such a bore. Two cannons have sounded very quickly, unfortunately their triggers do not accompany me right now. Soon the arena will be at the famous top eight and the miracle of me joining such a list really is just one big mega shock. If I extinguish these dancing flames and the victor blood is the fuel for the fire then I should be out of here, even if it means finally stepping out of the shadow of the now legless district seven.

My sword barely leaves a scratch on the District three, my days have of nearly hacking away hands must have been a glitch. It should really be a leg for a leg, for my soon to be ex-ally. But with every swing of the hefty blade, a string of aches prance across my muscles. A full week of dragging this beast around is really taking its toll. I may not have had a blade touch me since the bloodbath but just the experience of being in the arena is beginning to shatter me.

Not long now, just repeat repeat repeat and my ass should be comfortably sat on a chair in a District Eight victor’s village house.

I tear through the flames with my sword, there is no energy in this fight. It won’t be long until it is over. ”Well I only need 2 minutes to end this.”

Reyes attacks Curtus | sword

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[1013 -- Shallow Cut on Right Thigh -- 3.5 damage]

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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 20, 2019 17:13:53 GMT -5

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Post by ghosty on Nov 20, 2019 17:13:53 GMT -5

Bell's words cut him deep; he could feel the monster dripping off him as the Eleven, the next unlucky Rhodes in the games, blade dug deep into his thigh. His heart rushes fast, as he watches the fire that licked him once die down, blood trickling down to the dirt. It left red on the otherwise pristine cold ground. He deserved it, every part of it for the spilling of other's blood.

The animals to slaughter made him sick, back home. On the farm that his parents owned. He hated when the farm become silent, still. When all the animals went away and left the farm eerie. He was different now: he was the one taking. He deserved to suffer.

He looked towards Curt, and saw the fire licking around his blades. And, beyond him, the now part leg missing opponent, the Seven. Efram dreaded leaving his allies fighting two people at once, memory flashing back to Tommy and how he fell soon after. He'd already lost enough, Ripred knew that. His trust had reached out to help others, staying in groups. They'd all fallen instead of him, of Bell. Efram would do the same if he could. He glanced back towards the Rhodes. They had lucky blood, victor families. It was the only way to live in places like this. It must be.

He hoped he, or someone he cared about was lucky enough.

[ efram attacks asari, sword ]
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bottom of the river -- qh v h+s [ day six ] Nov 21, 2019 15:59:22 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Nov 21, 2019 15:59:22 GMT -5

They were falling apart in front of me.

Piece by piece the three unlucky victims slowly crumbled to the ground. A queen's job was to build an empire. Sometimes there are pieces that are broken, parts of the kingdom that begin to fall apart. Things that cause the people to revolt.

And they must be torn down before the walls of the castle come crashing down too.

The other tributes are those pieces. If I don't get rid of them they will rip my crown from my hands.

So they must bow down; or they will die.

Curtus. Sapphire. Asari.

They all must go in order to protect my rein. Most would be sad, but as a queen I know when to make sacrifices.

And there are still nine other ones to make.

I turn to the boy from Eight and laugh. "Only two minutes Reyes? That's so boring, don't you want a little fun in your life?"

Without waiting for a reply I face my target and without hesitating swing my swords, aiming for a kill. A smile forms on my lips.

The river runs red, but not with my blood.

Just as I promised.

And finally it feels like home.

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Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Nov 21, 2019 16:24:45 GMT -5

Death is calling for her, she can see the angel standing a few feet away waving for her to follow, but now isn't the time. A weak heart pulsates rapidly trying to carry what little blood remains throughout her body, yet Asari knows she's failing. It's hard to stand, hard to see straight, however, the two behind her, seven and eight need her right now more than anything in the world, and that's what keeps her going.

Thinking of Harbinger and the rest of her family becomes too difficult. Just the thought of them standing on edge wishing this away breaks her frail heart into pieces.

All her life she wanted to find her own way, and maybe this is it. Giving her life so others have a chance to escape to the outside world to see their home again, but what are the odds? Sapphire isn't looking too good, and she needs to go. She needs to get out of here while she still has a chance.

This all rests on her shoulders. She's the one who ran into this, but follow into something so blindly? Asari will never understand because back home she didn't have friends who stayed by her side. It's been her and her family for as long as she can remember. Having someone like that is more than she could ever ask for.

But she refuses to let them die for her.

"Go. Get out of here while you can." Her voice is quiet, yet her eyes lock dart between the other two hoping they understand. Time isn't on her side, and the way the colors of the world are dancing around, the way they're become blurred together as one is telling her everything is coming to an end.

The log splitter falls from her hands, and the next thing she reaches for is the very thing that carried her this far. If she can hold them off long enough, then maybe Sapphire and Reyes can make it out of this mess alive. It's all she can hope for.

So others may live.

Even as blood pours from the wounds littering her body, a soft grin slowly spreads from ear to ear. In this moment, nothing but calmness consumes her. At the end of the day, she only hopes her family is proud, and that Harbinger knows exactly how hard she tried even though her efforts are coming to an end.

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