no mercy | flynn vs lorraine [day seven]

All that stings my mind is the broken promise. It was the inevitable, it was always going to happen but why today? Why today when the only one so eager to put a bullet straight through the centre of my head – or in my eye to go with the new trend, is still roaming? Damn Nanette why? She did not even say goodbye to me. Did not even explain the reason for leaving me. Just left. Left me alone in such a vulnerable state. Damn Nan. I am never going to see her again. Unless her face is ever projected in the sky. Fuck do not think of that.

The bullet flies into the right direction, not left, or right or caught in a whirlwind. Exactly where I want it to land. Ahh, what the hell is this thinking? So, hell bent on mutilating just one person. There is eight left including me, maybe this needs to be my way of thinking for now on. I so so close. So close to hugging the three of them. So close to telling the truth to my parents. So close to slapping George across the face. This is girl is not going to be the one to get in my way.

All I get is an insult about Nan, then a talk of family. ”Are you jealous Lorraine? I bet someone like you cannot belong to a loving cute family.” Then a bullet comes whirling, straight into my already cowering leg. Except it is not deep, just a fly by across my skin. My eyes glance down to the newly recruited wound. I might get away with just needing a bandage rather than using up the valuable needles and threads.

”I am running Lorraine. I am running home.” I raise the revolver again, the second bullet waiting to be sent away. I just need to aim right, maybe get a little closer. Then I will be able to run right through her. Why do we have to talk so dramatically in fights, every single day? It is too much. It is makes it too human. ”But you have gotten in my way.”

“Are you sure you want the cameras cutting?” There is a distance between us, short enough for bullets to land and short enough to see the cosmetics on her face…haha what the fack! I have not seen my own face in a week. I bet I look horrible right now, radiation sludge dirt on my cheeks, mixed in with the flavours of blood and sweat. What a look that is. I bet the Capitol is copying every detail, even the missing ear. They are mad. Mad. Mad. Mad! ”You do not want all that make up going to waste do you?”

Lorraine’s promise of blasting my brains across the floor is not being fulfilled. Instead, she is trying to blow my legs off. I do not fall to the ground when the next bullet hits me, instead grabbing hold of the thigh that has taken hold of the nice piece of shrapnel to go with the others that fill my body, readying to fester with a nice hint of sepsis. I let out groan, sounds a bit like ahhh. It is hurts. Everything fucking hurts and it is taking so much of my strength not to collapse right now and just cry. I should not be here. It is too late for regrets. My only hope is waking up from this nightmare.

My only hope is getting just one-shot right.

”You know this is all real right or are you deep into this reality show? It is not all about villains and heroes and pretty princesses.” I say that but I can put names to each of those characters. Villains Lorraine and Syd from Twelve. My hero Nanette and well, Silk was called a princess. Though she really did not fit the trope. Maybe an anti-hero. This story has all the characters, but the narrative is no fairy tale, rather a horror story like George used to share to try and get the little kids to wet their underwear. ”Did you volunteer to just put on a show, that’s a bit sick you know?”

It will take just one shot. Aim right for once and I am out of here.

I am not doing this right. I scramble with the revolver, spinning the chamber and flicking every switch and creaky bit of mechanism on it. I have hit her every time with a piece of metal but still she is standing here, still talking a whole bucket of shit. And all I have got to show for it are few barely even flesh wounds on her that I can hardly see any fresh blood pouring from. Her make-up stands out more than anything that has fired from this gun. Dammit, I am useless. One whole week I have hidden behind Nanette. I was weaned off her yesterday and now I have finally been torn from her today. I am nothing without her.

Bang Six more go to.

”Did you really just say death in here is fake?” My jaw remains open for a few seconds after that… and she calls me naïve? I shake my head; a laugh entwines with a sigh of disbelief. I am meant to be the kid wishing on dreams in a fantasy land and this one here, painted head to toe thinks this is all but just a show. ”I can only count one living District Eight victor, there must be a lot of bodies. You are the one who is naïve here. Damn stupid!” Not that Six is anymore successful, poor Teddy Ursa.

Lorraine asks why I have volunteered, ”As if I would tell you why!” Then she pulls out the small phone device, teasing to record all of this for Nanette. "Nannette Carter is no longer available." What. I let my guard down just once. Pulling out the mobile in my own pocket, flicking throwing the ever-falling list of names. Nanette Carter. Her name is grey. Bang. Another bullet sinks deep into my thigh, my eyes bubble with tears. A sting captures every part of my body. No she can’t be. She cannot be gone! No, it is not true.

”Fuck you, just fucking go already!” She cannot be gone. No, it is not fair. How can this terror still be kicking and her, the warrior, gone? I march closer to Lorraine, dragging my trembling legs, the revolver extended out before me. ”If you think death is f-fake in here, th-then you won’t mind j-joining everyone else!” Each word takes a breath from me. This really is my last chance now. I have a promise to keep. I will never forget it. I will never forget her.

Time tiptoes as the next bullet flies, Lorraine and I seem to be aiming for the same body parts. She is trying to blow my legs off, I am going for the critical neck and torso. It looks deep the new wound, a little nasty. She will need to tend to that quickly unless she thinks infections and sepsis are fake too. What the hell are these thoughts, am I really popping the confetti in my mind as I watch someone’s clock slowly stop? I am no better than George, no better than the mutated beasts that I helped slay.

I am hurting her. The pain is so clear to see. Once I wished all of the agony to fall on her but now its happening, I just want to close my eyes. I need Nanette right now, just to end it. To end both of our misery’s. A grey’ed out name means nothing. It can’t be real, maybe there’s a technical fault. The last I may see of her just cannot be a face in the sky, one glimpse of a few seconds.

”I am not shit?” A bullet whizzes past my head and it does not take an ear with it. All I see in Lorraine is Langley dying, Saylor dying and Silk too. There are going to be a lot of ghosts, good and bad. ”You are not going to be the only one haunting me.” I say, a shake in my voice as the bubbling tears still posses eyes. ”But at least you will be the one with the most style.”