Red - the blood of angry men (Jade v Ezra, Day 8)
Aug 2, 2020 19:17:31 GMT -5
Post by D1f Jade Morin - Alyssaimagine on Aug 2, 2020 19:17:31 GMT -5
I walk a lonely roadThe only one that I have ever knownDon't know where it goesBut it's only me, and I walk alone
As the night wore down, Jade looked over the remaining members of their alliance. One was gone for good now, and it was a reminder that only one would make it out alive. Over the span of several days, they had fought together, bled together, and mourned together. When one of them fell, they would wait and hope to rejoin with revived ally, and so far, it had always worked. Each of them that went into the Catacombs had survived, but now it was close to the end and they could no longer rely on each other. It was the end of their alliance the moment they woke up.
The moment for the Anthem was nearing, and Jade felt her throat closing up. She didn't want to face it. She didn't want to see Arabella's face staring down at her, nor did she want to see Zenia's. She had killed one, and failed the other, but she knew that this wasn't something she could avoid. She had made a promise, and if she was going to keep it then she had to face everything thrown her way. Besides, deep down inside Jade knew that she deserved it, because she had survived by spilling Arabella's blood. Jade owed Arabella her life, and the only way she could even attempt to repay the debt was by keeping her promise. Jade would never break again.
After punching her messenger bag in an attempt to make it more...cushion-y, she laid down on her back, her head settled on the makeshift pillow as she stared into the sky. The Anthem blared and two faces could be seen in the sky. When she remembered the amount of canon shots she'd heard down in the Catacombs, her skin crawled. There were going to be a whole lot of people in there tomorrow. Which of them would walk out of there wishing that they hadn't? How many lives would the person have to take to walk out of there alive?
Jade shook her head, and forced herself to sleep. If she kept thinking about it, she may break, and that's something she wouldn't allow.
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Morning came faster than she'd liked. She woke up shivering. She placed her hands over her arms and rubbed them in a lame attempt to warm herself. Just another sign that the Gamemakers were done with this show. They wanted blood. They wanted suffering, and there hadn't been enough. There had only been two faces in the sky last night, and that meant the tributes would have to pay for it. She wanted to glare at the screens and curse at the Gamemakers. It was their fault. Without this twist, things wouldn't be this way. This wasn't their idea! She wouldn't, though. That would only make them likely to find a way to kill her, and she had promised Arabella.
Slowly, she stood up and stretched. She looked around in a vain attempt to find something warm, but there was nothing but nameless tombstones...wait...they were nameless before, weren't they? She bent over to take a better look at them, and she noticed many with odd names written on them. Jade Morris. She pauses in front of what is obviously meant to be her grave, and she feels sudden relief at the sight. This was a sign that it wasn't the Gamemakers morbid idea of a joke. This was obviously done by a tribute who had not paid much attention to the Reaping videos, and it was more funny than it had a right to be.
The moment she was dreading had arrived. She could no longer hesitate, she could not try to stop it from happening. With a deep breath, she turned around to face her last two alliance members. She scanned each of their faces, trying desperately to etch them into her brain forever. She didn't know why. She was certain that if she lived, she'd regret it later, but she felt the need to. They had helped keep her alive, they had helped her get this far, and they had all bled together, sometimes died together, and lived together for several days. She needed to remember them, even if it hurt her later on.
"This is it," As always, she puts up a strong front. She refuses to allow herself to break, so she can only stand strong. It's time to split up."
Jade wishes she could change fate and make it work in their favor. She wishes she could ensure that they all made it out of this alive, but she knew that she was only one girl trapped in a Game of murder and death and the only way out was to pay with twenty three lives. There was no other way around it. She gazed up at the sky as she fought internally to hold herself together, to stay strong, to keep her promise, but right now it was so difficult. She didn't want to leave them. She didn't want to see their faces in the sky. She didn't want to live with their ghosts haunting her head, but there were no choices. Jade kept her promises.
With another deep breath, she forces to look each one of them in the eye before continuing. "I wouldn't have made it this far without you. Thank you for being there for me. Supporting me," She means every word. "I...hope we don't run into each other again after this."
Jade means that too. She never wants to fight them, because she knew that meeting them again would only result in that. The Gamemakers wanted blood now. It was too close to the end, and they would have no choices.
“Thank you, too. Both of you.” He pauses a moment to look at each of them. “I wish you both the best.”
The words cause her to grin a little, and she steps forward and pats his head, before ruffling his hair. When she caught herself, she frowned and realized this wasn't a good time for any of that. Not when it was the end. Not when they had to die if she was going to live. She lowers her head, and then Dominic is the first to turn to leave. She watches him leave, waving at his departure, before she realizes that she can't take it anymore. She gives Pisces a small smile, before turning around and rushing into the distance, in a direction different from Dominic's.
Jade wasn't sure how long she traveled before she began to see the familiar red of the blood beach. In the distance, she saw a figure who laid so carelessly on the beach. The white of his robes was the only thing she could see at first, though it was streaked with dried blood in various places. She approached him quietly, in order to keep her current advantage. She no longer had her sword, and she felt a little more defenseless just caring a dagger when the other could be wielding a sword or morning star. With any luck, he'd have the same dagger. After all, he'd come out of the Catacombs just as she had.
"Isn't it a little cold for that?" She asked, as she stood before him. She frowned thoughtfully. "Hmm, maybe you're trying to dye those robes red...it is more fitting that way, isn't it?"
The question was more serious than she'd intended, but she was struck with how silly the white robes were. White usually conveyed innocence or Angels, and they were neither of those things. In order to step out of the Catacombs, they'd had to spill blood. No, red was by far the most fitting color of them all. Suddenly, she was filled with the desire to dye her robes, but knew right now wasn't the time. She needed to keep her advantage, so she gripped her dagger tightly and took another step forward. She had to do it.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, and thrusts her dagger toward him.
(Jade attacks Ezra with her Twisted Dagger)
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(2069 -- Stabbed in Chest -- 9.5(+1) damage)
Thread title is from Les Miserables - Red and Black Lyrics .
Table made by Kiah!
Table made by Kiah!