quadrilemma | wnn day 3 Jun 30, 2020 15:57:43 GMT -5
Post by d3f - zenia siella - pup on Jun 30, 2020 15:57:43 GMT -5
Slumping against a tree, I place a hand where the deer used it's antlers to gouge out a piece of my stomach. Pulling it away, it's wet with blood that stains my snow-white uniform. "Fuck," I mutter under my breath, but I'm not even the worst off out of my reunited allies.
Grabbing the bandages out of my bag, I start to wrap it around my wounds. They quickly begin to stain, but they'll hold back the tide for now.
Looking back up at them, it's not the reunion I had envisioned. I wasn't holding Jade's still beating heart and crushing it in front of her eyes like she did to me for one thing. My face contorts with discomfort as I shift, trying to find a position that will cease my pain, but it seems useless.
I wonder what they must be thinking. I died. I remember dying. Jade left me when I called out for her, but she didn't come. I got sent to hell. I'm back.
Again, I can't help but question whether this was the design of the gamemakers, if they've figured out the secret to eternal life. Collapsed against the ground, I want nothing more than to just fall back asleep, but the octet of miniature snakes watching me from afar reminds me that I'm not safe, I'm not in bed where I could hide under my covers from the monsters that plagued my house.
Moving my gaze from my allies to the poor deer beneath me, I stare into the eyes of my father. I don't know who the faces on the other deer were, but I don't think that my allies had as easy of a time killing those faces than I did with this one. Did the gamemakers somehow think that I love this man. He cursed me to a life of stares, a life where I couldn't even work in the factories that my district dictated I would need to work in.
If I hadn't come here, I would have been stuck with him forever. But with his death here, I know that I'll never see him again. My rebirth was a blessing from the gamemakers. They made me stronger.
There's silence among my allies as I shift my stare back up to them. It was as if they had just seen a ghost, which, to be fair, they have.
"Thanks for the warm reception," I say, wincing as I shift my weight again.
Putting my hand up as if I was humbly accepting an award, I continue, "No no your joyous applause isn't needed, thank you. It's not like I'm immortal or anything, well maybe I am, but you never actually know do you."
Then I break out into a grin and chuckle a little, "Thought you left me for dead, huh. Don't worry, you can't get rid of me that easy."
[does stuff in maint]