park that big mac truck [WAP.Scare.rats day 3]

You had tasted more blood and you wanted even more of it. It made your gears turn, like it was oil ready to give you life. However, this one tasted odd, like poison. Nothing new to you, seeing as you thrived off it at this point. You wondered if they were scared. You would feast soon no matter what, as one of them feel before you. However, why stop at one when you can have two? Or even more for that matter. Another one standing to the side, attack your friend with loud pellets that made your ears hurt. You remembered how hungry you were and just how much you were not afraid of them after all. They were afraid of each other. So you try to latch your teeth on the brown hair girl.

They should be afraid of you.

They are loud and obnoxious and you love every moment of it. You had a feeling that they just wanted this to be over, but you didnt. You wanted to feast, and you wanted more than just some boy that looked like he wasnt well feed. You squeaked and squawked and creaked until you tasted more blood, from the one you bit into. It felt good. But you wanted more. You had been waiting your whole life for this opportunity, and you were going to be damned if you were not going to have it for yourself. You are able to block someone that had come way too close to you, your attention moving way too quickly, but that didnt matter. You would die or feast, and you had a feeling that it would be the second one. Starting with the last one that attacked you.

It isn't the first time he's killed someone and it isn't the last either. Sin lowers his arm again and turns to focus on Castor for a moment, almost missing the way that everything and everyone in the arena seems to pause at once.

It's as if they've borrowed his silence.

Faces are turned in horror towards Kane's prone body, weapons lowered for the few precious moments before the blast of the cannon heralding his death. It booms, mighty and low across the arena and Sin looks from Syren to Lore, confusion settling slowly over him. Neither of them looks pleased but that doesn't make any sense, the goal of the games is to survive, which means that everyone else has to die first.

Knowing that and understanding it are two separate things.

And Sin, despite his calm, isn't unfeeling. He takes a half-step towards Kane, eyes on the boy's body. If this was home, he'd be taking him to the hospital now for his organs to be harvested. He'd be waiting up late, a shovel against the wall beside him with his good boots on for the hike up to the forest burial site.

He always gives them a proper burial, always.

Kane's organs will go unused, unhelpful, it's wasteful, he thinks. To lay in the dust like that, selfish, with no intention of giving himself away.

He waits for the whisper, in that silent moment, for Kane's voice to join the chorus of all the others and tell him what he wants. He shuts his eyes, listening hard through the sounds of other kids losing their lives and the resounding cannon fire that follows. When he opens them again, there's Eirlys, bent at a ninety-degree angle over Kane's dead body, long hair covering her face.

Always the first to arrive for the harvest.

"Sinnn," comes the whisper from behind him, "Sin, they're waiting."

He looks at the boy who shot at him but his attention is on Kane and the blood pooling beneath his body. He isn't a threat anymore, not for now at least.

So Sin tucks Castor against his chest and aims at one of the rats instead.

[sin attacks chuck]
BljiHFqCwJthrowing knife
[Knife in Cheek -- 7.0 damage]

You feel awful but you survived longer than the one you were traveling with. Good. Fuck him. That one didnt deserve your company. He lay in pieces, and you are barely staying alive. Thats the hard part about all of this. You can tell that they are trying to kill you, but you still have a chance to feast. You have a chance to take one more of them with you, that is, if you are going to die here.

The boy that threw the last knife looked like he had been afraid the most, and he was the last one that you hadnt tried to sink your teeth into. Maybe he tasted the best because he was the most scared. You would feast on him. You would do it now.