dancing after death || gala vs beck
Apr 4, 2020 19:43:17 GMT -5
Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Apr 4, 2020 19:43:17 GMT -5
Tell me something. Anything. They'd laid with their backs in the dirt and their eyes to the sky, too cowardly to look at one another. Sophie and Beck, once upon a time they had felt like forever but now he couldn't look in her eyes for fear of seeing the fractured mirrors within. This didn't feel very much like forever anymore.
"Ah, a bedtime story huh? Aren't you a little old for those?" He laughs at nothing, knuckles white as he clenched only air within them. The pain of his nails dug into his palms was barely enough to keep him from reaching out for her. "You know, I don't think I've loved very many people in my life."
It had all spilled out of him, then. The truth about the Hailshams, the fate that had awaited him, the reason he'd volunteered. Like a rusted pipe finally burst he couldn't stop. The words kept coming, heavy and desperate like the tears collecting upon the apples of his cheeks. It hurt so bad that he'd never felt anything better.
"What I'm saying is I love you, but I think you already know that."
When Beck had turned to look for Sophie he found only the traces of where she had once been. Displaced leaves and broken twigs were all that remained of his first and last friend.
He didn't chase after her this time.
He simply sat, frozen in place, staring at what little remained of her until dawn broke.
It was even longer before he could will himself to move. It wasn't until storm clouds rushed in from unseen horizons and washed her away that he bothered picking himself up off the ground. The sky was a murky grey, all signs of daylight obscured behind the gamemaker's unnatural creation. A storm had never seemed so sinister.
At least it offered some respite from the hollow silence that now surrounded him, sewn to his heels in the place where his shadow should be. There was nowhere left to run. Exhaustion ran bone deep, taking whatever strength he'd found in Sophie and tearing it to shreds. All that was left to this story was its ending.
Beck still didn't know what those pages would read, nor did he want to.
All that was left to Beck Hailsham was surviving.
Six more people to kill. He'd said.
Seven.
He sees her before she sees him. Gala's face was familiar at this point - he remembered her fearless confrontation of the gamemaker's abomination. There was no doubt in his mind that she was stronger than him. Dread settled heavy in the pit of his stomach, never had he felt more like a monster than right now, sneaking up on a girl whose back was to him. She was brave. She deserved better than this.
But Beck couldn't afford to be better.
"I'm sorry."
He says it only seconds before he strikes.
{beck attacks gala -- axe}
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{Deep Gash on Right Thigh -- 8.0 damage}
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{Deep Gash on Right Thigh -- 8.0 damage}