for what's still at home | GF vs HB | Day 4
Mar 13, 2021 13:24:01 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Mar 13, 2021 13:24:01 GMT -5
Benedict NolanThe efforts to allay your dread,
In spite of all you knew and said,
Were hard to see and harder still to say
The night is different. Syd tends to the burns on his knuckles and it was oddly quiet until Coach spoke.
"Thank you all for still being here, and for fighting with me, rather than against me. It means a lot."
Benedict mirrors the weak smile the boy gives them. Something about seeing death had changed them.
Benedict shoved his fish plushie under his head and tried to find a position to get some sleep that didn't seen screaming pain across his collarbone and neck. He ended up facing where Belle was resting.
Coach seemed shaken by the girl's death and while Syd landed the final blow he didn't enjoy it. Belle had screamed at him to kill more. To kill Revan, her district partner, even as that alliance buckled under the loss of a member.
He had thought he had a lot in common with Belle, she spoke of Adam how he would Alicia. But there was something in that fight today. Her want to stay and spill more blood than was necessary gave him pause.
He settled in and listened to the Anthem scream and stared up at the face of the person they killed. Langley Cassidy District Ten. She was his neighbor and he never knew her name, not until it was too late.
As his eyes closed and the third day came to an end Benedict realized two things:
1. He wanted to live to see Alicia again
2. He should have bet money on Belle Jaune
"We're walking in circles," Benedict groaned, kicking at a lump of rubber that had long ago been spit from the large tire fire. They'd seen this sight a day ago and had somehow looped back to it. It didn't help that they'd woken up to little blobs of light hovering over them. They were harmless and wanted to follow them but it didn't keep Benedict from glaring over his shoulder at his little blob.
It gave off a soft red glow that reminded him of Alicia's hair. The longer they walked the more he felt comforted by its presence. The little orb drifted closer, almost sitting against is shoulder as they trudged through the hellish nightmare of a burning rubber maze.
The orb gave off a small beep. He ignored it, pulling forward until it gave off another loud warning. Benedict paused, listening to the flames lick up the tires and molten rubber drip onto the ground by their boots.
"Someone is here," he whispered to his friends behind him. Benedict clenched his fist, the edge of the brass knuckles pressing into his palm.
It was Day Four and all bets were off. From here on out, Benedict had to play to win.Lyrics from Halfway Home by TV on the Radio
Benedict Nolan d9m attacks Grim Mercer d2f with brass knuckles
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[Gash/Bruised Right Shin -- 3 damage +3 from brass knuckles]
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[Gash/Bruised Right Shin -- 3 damage +3 from brass knuckles]