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death via a butt dial [ nanette & flynn day 6 ] Apr 1, 2021 9:35:31 GMT -5

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Post by max jones d6 ☠️ kiah on Apr 1, 2021 9:35:31 GMT -5

For the first time since being in this arena I was truly alone.

My only company, the sounds of my footsteps, the pounding of my heart in my ears, the sounds of my harsh breathing as true and utter exhaustion ate away the limited energy that I had left. I clutched my phone tightly in my hands, desperately waiting for the small screen to blink with light, Flynn's name appearing across a banner. Canons had thundered across the landscape and I couldn't help buy think that one of them belonged to him.

Panting I throw my pack onto the earth, throwing myself on it as I lay with my eyes turned up to the sky. A blanket of smoke covered me, burning my eyes and my throat. Rolling to onto my side I throw an arm over my face in an attempt to protect it from the harshness of the environment. Never in my life had I felt this shit. My ass was leaking, my stomach twisting uncomfortably from hunger and poisoning. The small amount go water we had been given had only offered temporary relief from thirst. It was fucking dreadful.

Suddenly my phone blinks to life and a flutter of hope begins to wash over me. Instantly I pull it into view, a half smile pulling at my lips. But the same that blinks back at me sends me crashing back to reality. Coach. Grubby. Huffing I click the answer, "Grubby, what do you want?" It's hard to hear exactly what is going on. I strain, blocking out the sounds around me and then I hear a sob, its so broken. ”B- Belle-" his voice is filled with tears, I can hear the pain as he struggles for words. "I- it hurts.” Why had he called me? ”I- I’m not ready to die yet. Help me, Belle.” He sounds desperate, his voice breaking as he whimpers, as he begs for Belle to save him.

Then it hits me as I hear his shaky breath in my ear, a sound that seemed weak, fading, Coach was dying. Grubby had butt dialled me as he dies, most likely bleeding and broken and ripped to shreds just like Langley.

I should have put the phone down then. I should have deleted the message, trying to wipe the sounds of his ragged breaths and broken sobs from my mind.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't put the phone down as tears fill my eyes, as I listened to a boy die. It was cruel and twisted to hear him in his private moment with his ally, but I felt like I had to. I tortured myself as I listened to his whimpers fade until there was just silence.

The phone falls from my fingers as I curl my knees to my chest. Coach's cries of pain, his pleas to Belle spin through my head. I try to block them out, I try to block everything out but I couldn't, I hear his whimpers then I see Saylors face as he spits harsh words in my direction. Then I see Revan, his cheek red from where I had slapped him. Then Langley, the flesh of her face burnt, her body broken\n, her lifeless eyes staring up into the sky.

The images overwhelm me, crashing into me, suffocating me. "Leave me alone!" I scream at the ghosts, burying my head into my knees. And then I am like a child once again, crying for my mum, for her embrace, for her touch. "Mum, please... Please, I don't want to do this anymore. I- I want to go home."

I was stuck in a nightmare and I was ready to shake myself awake.

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death via a butt dial [ nanette & flynn day 6 ] Apr 2, 2021 8:12:55 GMT -5

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Post by d7m fraser birk ♚ frankel on Apr 2, 2021 8:12:55 GMT -5

I run until everything is out of sight, not that it takes long with the still thickening covering of smoke. It takes a while for my breathing to catch up with me. I have felt no real pain all week and now it has all come crashing down on me. One battered leg, a gaping wound in my back and well, an ear that no longer exists. Lorraine literally took my ear away from me. It is the first thing I wrap up as I stand close to a pile on non-burning tires. I wrap the bandage around my head a few times, before tying a knot above my one remaining ear. It will at least be a cool scar to go home with.

I pat my back with my fingertips, feeling for the wound on my back. I cannot really do anything with it, I need someone else. Nan! The phone in my pocket vibrated not that long ago, not long before Silk’s canon. I pull out the device and the first thing I see in bold writing. Nanette Carter. She is alive. She is alive! Her message asks me where I am. She really is looking for me.

”Nan where are you?” I shout, hitting a few buttons on the device trying to send a message back to my only friend in this hell landscape. ”Nan!” I throw the phone into my sack as begin to run again. She cannot be far away.

It is more like a wobble than a run, slow because of the pain and slow because I know Lorraine is likely not that far away so I try my best to make no noise. But there is a scream not too far in the distance, it sounds like a girl. I slow, approaching a curled-up figure on the floor. ”Nan is that you?”

The smoke clears as I get closer and closer, the reveal is excruciating but I do not even have my revolver prepared in hope that it really is her. ”It is, its you. I am here!” I charge forward, dropping all of my belongings and then myself into her arms. I collapse to the ground with her, the pain crashing my balance. ”Where have you been? I need help!” Tears return to my cheeks. I am finally warm. I am finally safe again. ”Promise you will not leave me again.”

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death via a butt dial [ nanette & flynn day 6 ] Apr 3, 2021 7:12:57 GMT -5

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Post by max jones d6 ☠️ kiah on Apr 3, 2021 7:12:57 GMT -5

”Nan!”

The sound of my name is whispered on the wind. My mind playing tricks. It sounded like Flynn, pain and desperation laced into that one word. It's not real. I was alone. My ghosts and vivid memories my only company.

”Nan is that you?”

His voice is closer now. Cautiously I begin to uncurl myself slowly, unwrapping my arms from around my legs. Rolling to my side I push myself into a seated position, hands roughly pushing my tangled blonde hair behind my ears. ”It is, it's you. I am here!” The image becomes clearer as he nears me and I know undoubtedly it is Flynn.

Tears of relief being to pool in my eyes, my lower lips trembling as Flynn throws himself into my arms. Instantly my arms come around him, holding him tight as I silently cried into his shoulder. He was alive. He was okay. He was here. He was so small in my arms, they were wrapped around him, resting on his back when I feel them sticky and warm.When I pulled them away they were covered in blood. Flynn's blood.

"Oh my god, Flynn!" I pull back from him, my hands on his shoulder and then on his face. There was so much blood, what had happened? Who had done this to him? Then I notice his ear, or lack of ear. It was a bloodied mess, jagged skin and muscle and cartilage. "Oh my god," my face pales and worry crashes through me as I examine the rest of him. His body was covered in bloody lacerations, and my tears turn to concern then to anger. Who did this to him? I needed to know so that I could shove my spear deep into their back before before I ripped their throat out with my bare hands.

”Where have you been? I need help!" He's crying, tears running down his messy cheeks, my heart breaks for him, the anger that had been simmering in the pit of my stomach, starting to boil. "Promise you will not leave me again.” I wanted to promise him that. I wanted to promise him that I would never leave him, always be their to protect him, to wipe away his tears, to clean up his wounds... But I knew if I did that I would be lying to him, and I couldn't do that to him. So instead I pull him into me, tucking his head under my chin as I held him tight for a moment.

I hold him for a moment longer before I place a kiss on the crown of his head, pulling him away so that my eyes could meet his own, my hands cup his cheeks gently, avoiding the mess that had once been an ear. "I am so sorry Flynn. I woke and you were gone. I looked for you but then ran into some others..." I pause, my hands rubbing his shoulders reassuringly. "I can't lie to you and promise that I won't leave you... I want to- I want to promise you that Flynn. But I can't lie to you. I won't." my heart is shattering in my chest. Flynn was scared and hurt and all he needed from me was a vow that I would be there for him, be his protector...

But how could I promise him that? How could I promise him that I would always be there for him when we both knew, that there would only be one victor, that by the end of this week either one or both of his will be dead. Either way I would be breaking my vow. Swallowing I place my hand on his chest over his heart.

"I promise you this Flynn, that no matter how alone you feel, how scared you are, I will always be here," I pat his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my palm. "I am your friend, and I hope I will always have a home in your heart, like you will in mine."

I hold my hand there a few more moments, before I reach for a needle and thread and some bandages.

Lets get this mess cleaned up and dressed."

My eyes move to the bloody mess in his head, to the blood that covered my hands, his uniform. "Who did this to you?"