save me from myself ; efram v. ridley ; day seven
Nov 24, 2019 17:19:54 GMT -5
Post by ghosty on Nov 24, 2019 17:19:54 GMT -5
His anger didn't subside for hours after the cannons rocked his body from the proximity to the two of them. That, or the adrenaline speeding through his veins, like stampeding cattle. Silently seething, the three of them took everything of worth from the two he killed. Weapons, water. What had to be done.
It still made him sick to the bone, even when the shock subsided. When Bell's words stopped repeating in his head over and over again. He'd stand by what he said until his dying breath, us or them. For once, Efram saw it was Bell and the rest of them. Curt and him were just protectors. Not that she, of anyone, would need anyone to protect her.
He guessed it always was like that. He still blindly followed her words, despite that. Bell scared him, more than anyone else in this place. Between the two boys scratches and bruises, they looked like the ones who could look after themselves. Efram didn't know about Curt, but he was running on pure survival, body reacting before he could think about what was happening.
The sun began to set before he was ready, his heart still feeling like it could burst from his chest any moment he relaxed. Their faces kept merging into his head, unwanted reminders of what he just wanted to forget.
He could never forget the blood spilling from Sapphire's once attached leg, arm locked in place as his eyes worked the situation into his mind. Horror; it's what he deserved for his crime.
Two counts of murder, first degree.
Eyes opened to a world of white and plain cold. Even before the sun rose above the horizon, it was white. And, unsurprisingly, without Bell. He expected that. No mark in the snow where she laid before he'd shut his eyes, trying to forget the nightmare he committed in the waking hours. She'd been gone hours.
He prepared to go as quietly as possible, without waking Curt. With only 8 alive, everyone was a threat. Better off alone, then risking it. Efram was a threat, even to Bell.
Now that made him smile to himself.
His footsteps left marks in the snow, highlighting his route from within the trees, but there was nothing he could do about that. Efram had only read about snow in books, or seen them on the Games when he was forced to watch them. Ten wasn't a place where it snowed. His eyes stung with the cold, but he had to keep moving. To stop was a death sentence.
He couldn't take chances, any more. He was close to the end. He was as ready as he could be, for anything he faced. Despite that, he feared who he might see. If it was the Eight who he saw yesterday, he dreaded for his revenge to sing strong.
Breath clouded his vision as the figure he saw wasn't him. It was the One, one of those who was fighting when Delaney took Tommy's head and heard his cannon shout through the walls in that old mill.
The breath stuttered in his throat as he reached to the saw on his back.
"R..Ridley, ain't it? Good--"
The words stopped with the breath in his throat, as he tried to relax his shoulders back down, force the breath out that he'd been holding in his chest. "Good luck. We both wanna get home, I guess. I'm not ready to let go of there yet."
He hoped that he wasn't talking for the sake of it, the now almost normal feeling of adrenaline-made decisions riling up through his veins. His heart racing so fast. He'd become addicted, and didn't want the rush to end.
"You're in my way."
It still made him sick to the bone, even when the shock subsided. When Bell's words stopped repeating in his head over and over again. He'd stand by what he said until his dying breath, us or them. For once, Efram saw it was Bell and the rest of them. Curt and him were just protectors. Not that she, of anyone, would need anyone to protect her.
He guessed it always was like that. He still blindly followed her words, despite that. Bell scared him, more than anyone else in this place. Between the two boys scratches and bruises, they looked like the ones who could look after themselves. Efram didn't know about Curt, but he was running on pure survival, body reacting before he could think about what was happening.
The sun began to set before he was ready, his heart still feeling like it could burst from his chest any moment he relaxed. Their faces kept merging into his head, unwanted reminders of what he just wanted to forget.
He could never forget the blood spilling from Sapphire's once attached leg, arm locked in place as his eyes worked the situation into his mind. Horror; it's what he deserved for his crime.
Two counts of murder, first degree.
{ --- }
Eyes opened to a world of white and plain cold. Even before the sun rose above the horizon, it was white. And, unsurprisingly, without Bell. He expected that. No mark in the snow where she laid before he'd shut his eyes, trying to forget the nightmare he committed in the waking hours. She'd been gone hours.
He prepared to go as quietly as possible, without waking Curt. With only 8 alive, everyone was a threat. Better off alone, then risking it. Efram was a threat, even to Bell.
Now that made him smile to himself.
His footsteps left marks in the snow, highlighting his route from within the trees, but there was nothing he could do about that. Efram had only read about snow in books, or seen them on the Games when he was forced to watch them. Ten wasn't a place where it snowed. His eyes stung with the cold, but he had to keep moving. To stop was a death sentence.
He couldn't take chances, any more. He was close to the end. He was as ready as he could be, for anything he faced. Despite that, he feared who he might see. If it was the Eight who he saw yesterday, he dreaded for his revenge to sing strong.
Breath clouded his vision as the figure he saw wasn't him. It was the One, one of those who was fighting when Delaney took Tommy's head and heard his cannon shout through the walls in that old mill.
The breath stuttered in his throat as he reached to the saw on his back.
"R..Ridley, ain't it? Good--"
The words stopped with the breath in his throat, as he tried to relax his shoulders back down, force the breath out that he'd been holding in his chest. "Good luck. We both wanna get home, I guess. I'm not ready to let go of there yet."
He hoped that he wasn't talking for the sake of it, the now almost normal feeling of adrenaline-made decisions riling up through his veins. His heart racing so fast. He'd become addicted, and didn't want the rush to end.
"You're in my way."
title from save me by calibur
[ efram attacks ridley, sword ]
bPB7UWAXLisword
[ 1032 -- Shallow Cut on Right Shoulder -- 3.5 damage ]
[ uses jar of tar and lights using a match ]
1-50
[ extinguished ]
sword·1-50
