Rooted in blood [Carbon v Luke; Sorrel v Piper]
Nov 28, 2020 3:14:58 GMT -5
Post by * on Nov 28, 2020 3:14:58 GMT -5
C A R B O N .
"Please..."
It's supposed to be a polite word that your mom taught you when you are two years old and you wanted to pet the little kitten the neighborhood cat lady would walk by you with. When I wanted to talk to her. It was a word that I was supposed to say when I wanted to do something that you wanted of someone else, no matter what it was.
"Please..." The word reverberated in my skull moments after I swung my weapon. When I watched it fly with so much more passion then I've ever done these entire games. My heart was never in it. I watched others take the lives of another but this time, there was something much bigger than myself and she was probably within ten feet of me and facing her own demons like I was.
Luke wouldn't move.
He kept standing in my way of getting to Sorrel and for some reason, he stopped moving like I wanted. I wanted him out of the way but not quite like this. I, myself, feel stunned. The entire world coming to a sudden halt as my body ran cold and I can feel my heart beat quickening in a fashion of fear. "No - I didn't mean t..."
I glance around, wondering if anyone saw it. It's like when I was a child and did something terribly wrong in my parents eye and I begged the world to reverse itself, but things can never happen that way.
This is reality and I just ended a man's life when it wasn't mine to take - again. This time, my heated anger took over for the briefest of moments and I looked to my weapon with fear. "Shit..." And the sound of the cannon fire echoed in my ear confirming what I had just done, but I asked nicely. I told him what I needed to do and he didn't do it. He was nothing but a bully in my face keeping me from helpi-
"SORREL!" It all comes to a head now and I realize that even though Luke is now gone, there's two people somewhere else still fighting and like I promised him, I would make her feel the pain she's causing my ally, Sorrel.
Fingers quaking at my side, still holding onto the spiked weapon now coated with a fresh layer of death, I move to where I hear Piper yelling at Sorrel. My actions caused her to start screaming over and over. The words just echo ten times louder and louder into my head and there's nothing I can do because the the moment I feel like I've found where they were coming from, all I can see is a clear view of the altercation.
And I see her eyes staring directly at me through these shards of ice. Several sets of eyes and they are all blaming me. I will not be made to feel guilty. He chose his fate. And I watch helplessly as she turns her eyes away from me and back to Sorrel with bloodlust in her eyes and I realize that this will not come out the way I'd hoped. I would not be protecting her till the very end because the gamemakers thought this was some sick joke to separate us and keep me within reaching distance to help but forced to watch every moment of her demise.
"DON'T YOU DARE... I SWEAR TO RIPRED I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF IF YOU..." I can't finish my sentence as I watch the weapon dig into her chest and the sound of bone seems to be heightened with my senses. "You'll regret this Piper, I will kill you like I killed him. I will make you regret touching her."
And I draw my fingers against my weapon and feel my heart shattering. The weapon flies into the icy walls keeping me apart from saving Sorrel. It doesn't shatter. So I pull the barbs from the ice, jerking it back and ready it again, watching all these mirrored reflections of something I couldn't control.
CRACK!
"PIPER, Stop!"
CRACK!
"SORREL... don't let her win."
CRACK!
"I'm coming to help!"
I'm not going to make it - and I keep trying to break the ice.
[Carbon can't do anything but watch and wait]