mortui vivos docent [85th Finale]
Sept 2, 2020 14:16:52 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Sept 2, 2020 14:16:52 GMT -5
Lysander never had luck on her side.
Even when she was younger, luck seemed to avoid her at all costs. What could go wrong, always did and she had grown used to it. There wasn’t a time in her life that she felt lucky, not at school and most certainly not at home, but for some reason in the Arena luck seemed to follow her around. She should have been dead the moment the gong sounded and she stepped off the plate. She had no special skills, no abilities that would warrant her survival, she had failed to kill herself twice before. The Arena was filled with those who were faster, stronger, and probably deserved to live more. It was ironic that she signed herself up for Death in an Arena where they decided to give second chances, especially when she felt like she already had a thousand. There wasn’t any rhyme or reason to why she still stood blood dripping down her arm, creating a pool of crimson beneath her.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
Lysander knew it, Patricia knew it, everyone who stared at their screen waiting for the fresh blood of a newly dead child to stain the ground knew it. Anyone with eyes should know that she was not supposed to be here. The drunk girl from Five should have been dead long ago with a bottle still in her hand and alcohol still in her system. Now she was sober and fighting for her life because there were people rooting for her and if she laid down her weapon and closed her eyes, she knows they would be disappointed even though they were already dead.
And she couldn’t bear the thought.
The girl from One was ready for her this time. Once again, she tried to evade her attack but she swung low to stop her from ducking out of the way. Jade’s blade cut deep into her calf and she let out a scream of pain as soon as metal and flesh met. Lysander bent over and wrapped her hand around the gaping wound. The blood poured and she tried to keep her lower leg in one piece. With a grunt she stood back up, wiping her blood stained hand onto her clothing, leaving a mark of her own.
"And you? What would you have done? If it was just the two of you down there, what would you have done? Stand there and die and make it harder for her? Think she'd enjoy stabbing you and taking your life while you just let it happen? No, you'd have fought."
Would she have stood there? She is convinced that she would. Bella had something to go home to, people that loved her and cared for her. Lysander had nothing, but the others were gone now. They had laid their life down for her, fallen to allow her to stand, so she couldn’t give up now, not when they gave the ultimate sacrifice so she could see another day. It would be a shame to their memory if she gave up now. She gripped her weapon a little tighter and hobbled closer to the girl, the pain in her leg radiated throughout her entire body.
"It's not like you weren't going to try and kill me anyway,"
The birds above them squawked angerly now, growing more and more impatient while waiting for the last one to fall. The circled above their heads lower than they had before, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
”You’re right, I would have tried to kill you anyway because she wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t.”
Her weapon felt heavy in her hand, as if it was almost impossible to pick up. The severity of what her morning star was about to do weighed it down greatly. The rest of the weight rested heavily on her shoulders, threatening to cause her lungs to explode. Lysander’s muscles screamed in protest,
She was supposed to die.
But now, she reveled in the fact that she might actually have the chance to live.
Even when she was younger, luck seemed to avoid her at all costs. What could go wrong, always did and she had grown used to it. There wasn’t a time in her life that she felt lucky, not at school and most certainly not at home, but for some reason in the Arena luck seemed to follow her around. She should have been dead the moment the gong sounded and she stepped off the plate. She had no special skills, no abilities that would warrant her survival, she had failed to kill herself twice before. The Arena was filled with those who were faster, stronger, and probably deserved to live more. It was ironic that she signed herself up for Death in an Arena where they decided to give second chances, especially when she felt like she already had a thousand. There wasn’t any rhyme or reason to why she still stood blood dripping down her arm, creating a pool of crimson beneath her.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
Lysander knew it, Patricia knew it, everyone who stared at their screen waiting for the fresh blood of a newly dead child to stain the ground knew it. Anyone with eyes should know that she was not supposed to be here. The drunk girl from Five should have been dead long ago with a bottle still in her hand and alcohol still in her system. Now she was sober and fighting for her life because there were people rooting for her and if she laid down her weapon and closed her eyes, she knows they would be disappointed even though they were already dead.
And she couldn’t bear the thought.
The girl from One was ready for her this time. Once again, she tried to evade her attack but she swung low to stop her from ducking out of the way. Jade’s blade cut deep into her calf and she let out a scream of pain as soon as metal and flesh met. Lysander bent over and wrapped her hand around the gaping wound. The blood poured and she tried to keep her lower leg in one piece. With a grunt she stood back up, wiping her blood stained hand onto her clothing, leaving a mark of her own.
"And you? What would you have done? If it was just the two of you down there, what would you have done? Stand there and die and make it harder for her? Think she'd enjoy stabbing you and taking your life while you just let it happen? No, you'd have fought."
Would she have stood there? She is convinced that she would. Bella had something to go home to, people that loved her and cared for her. Lysander had nothing, but the others were gone now. They had laid their life down for her, fallen to allow her to stand, so she couldn’t give up now, not when they gave the ultimate sacrifice so she could see another day. It would be a shame to their memory if she gave up now. She gripped her weapon a little tighter and hobbled closer to the girl, the pain in her leg radiated throughout her entire body.
"It's not like you weren't going to try and kill me anyway,"
The birds above them squawked angerly now, growing more and more impatient while waiting for the last one to fall. The circled above their heads lower than they had before, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
”You’re right, I would have tried to kill you anyway because she wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t.”
Her weapon felt heavy in her hand, as if it was almost impossible to pick up. The severity of what her morning star was about to do weighed it down greatly. The rest of the weight rested heavily on her shoulders, threatening to cause her lungs to explode. Lysander’s muscles screamed in protest,
She was supposed to die.
But now, she reveled in the fact that she might actually have the chance to live.
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( lysander attacks jade ; morning star )
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