in one-wolf open sleighs — sled race (1)
Oct 31, 2020 18:05:25 GMT -5
Post by ghosty on Oct 31, 2020 18:05:25 GMT -5
i give you all a boy could give you
The sound of the parachutes was the only relief I felt last night. Slowly falling, bells tinkling in the air. Carrying down the only part of me that I still recognise of myself. The shovel floated down, closer and closer. Not as good as mine, probably still where I left it on reaping day, next to the grave I dug for myself before I left. The owl, lying exactly where I took it out of the sky. The blood I pulled from the veins turned the white snow into a pink color. "I'm goin' to bury it. It's the only thing I'm good at."
Reminding me of the winters at home, ground too hard to dig cleanly, shovel bouncing against the iced-over dirt every time Vati went to dig. The only way to stay warm was to dig, as hard as we could. The warmth I felt now were the eyes boring into the back of my head, Rene and Jacynth. I'd seen them at their best earlier, fighting the yeti towering over us all. It's already dead, Nine. Her words echoed in my head, again and again, attacking an already dead monster. Like me. I know where I'm headed, back home in Nine, next to my own fuckin' shovel in the sunlight.
The snow filled arena gained extra when we all woke up. Falling from the sky in thick curtains of snow as it settled around us when we slept. "We gotta stick close together in this weather." Or not, does it really matter. As long as we stuck together, Caleb and I, I'd make sure to keep her safe. With or without the other two. They would kill us if they had to. I hope we'd never get to that point, or we'd be long fuckin' gone when they decided it.
We trod back through footsteps, ours, someone elses. Did it matter in this snow? Probably not. More and more kept appearing until in an instant the snow disappears from the sky, instantly my hand rushed to the knife. Us four, nineteen others, all lookin' around. The top of a hill had sleds, all with the colors of our outfits, male or female marked on. They wanted us to race down a hill?
I glance behind me to Caleb, "Stay close, okay. Race ya to the bottom!" As I reach over to the sled, the Four flew past me. I push and jump up, and held on hard.
Reminding me of the winters at home, ground too hard to dig cleanly, shovel bouncing against the iced-over dirt every time Vati went to dig. The only way to stay warm was to dig, as hard as we could. The warmth I felt now were the eyes boring into the back of my head, Rene and Jacynth. I'd seen them at their best earlier, fighting the yeti towering over us all. It's already dead, Nine. Her words echoed in my head, again and again, attacking an already dead monster. Like me. I know where I'm headed, back home in Nine, next to my own fuckin' shovel in the sunlight.
The snow filled arena gained extra when we all woke up. Falling from the sky in thick curtains of snow as it settled around us when we slept. "We gotta stick close together in this weather." Or not, does it really matter. As long as we stuck together, Caleb and I, I'd make sure to keep her safe. With or without the other two. They would kill us if they had to. I hope we'd never get to that point, or we'd be long fuckin' gone when they decided it.
We trod back through footsteps, ours, someone elses. Did it matter in this snow? Probably not. More and more kept appearing until in an instant the snow disappears from the sky, instantly my hand rushed to the knife. Us four, nineteen others, all lookin' around. The top of a hill had sleds, all with the colors of our outfits, male or female marked on. They wanted us to race down a hill?
I glance behind me to Caleb, "Stay close, okay. Race ya to the bottom!" As I reach over to the sled, the Four flew past me. I push and jump up, and held on hard.
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