alone inside my soul {GG vs TSS vs Z vs M day 5}
Nov 18, 2021 14:58:22 GMT -5
Post by LAIN π½ 1M | Mattio on Nov 18, 2021 14:58:22 GMT -5
TY HOPE-LESS
no power in his bones
and faith beyond return.
his glass house shattered by stones
leaving a soul exposed to burn.
It's not enough, the blade and flame combined, to bring the boy down. Nothing he can do is enough to survive. Tyrone falls back in pain as his sword retreats from skin. He doesn't like the way that the world feels anymore. Broad daylight transitions into rotations of stars off balance at the height of his vision. Toes are numb and fingers are shaky. Is this what Ginny and Luya felt? Is this what his mother felt when they dragged her away and (probably) executed her?
There's shouting all around him, but Ty can't make out much of what they're saying. The jeeps twist and turn in the marsh and leave his head spinning. A tribute with light hair, Fray, of course, how could he forget that sort of name waves his machete at him, driving full speed toward Ty. He tries to pull his hand back to avoid the hit, but his reactions aren't nearly fast enough. The machete glides through the palm of his hand, right between his thumb and index finger, chopping halfway through and tearing more skin before the car floats past.
"Seriously? There are two monsters fighting and this is what you want to do?"
Cedric is staring out at the tribute who took the first strike towards Ty.
Don't poke the bear. Please- please Cedric.
"Yes," they respond.
"F.." he can barely prepare to curse out at their fiery spear before it is inside him once again. It falls deep into his arm, the sizzling flames on open skin doing the entire right side of his body no favors. The pain only forces him to grip the weapon harder. Tend to his wounds? He'll lose his machete. Try to run away? They'll without a doubt catch up to him.
Volunteering made so much sense back then. Tyrone was okay with dying. Maybe he still is now, but every mechanism, organ, bone, and cell is saying not yet.
Don't die yet.
His balance continues back and forth on the battlefield. Why is the earth so uneasy? Ty's legs feel as if they're suspended in the rapids by a waterfall, and his head is light as if he forgot to blow through his nose when underwater. He's drowning on land.
"Back up."
Tyrone has gotten too close to one of the tributes. Ten, the boy from Ten. Yes, he'd hit him from Fray's jeep just a few moments ago. He'd adhere to the boy's wavering demands if it wasn't for the lack of control over his body. His legs are tired from curling up in a jeep for hours of sleep just to be awoken suddenly. They still tingle from their rest and from the shards of computer screen glass that he'd smashed yesterday evening. Ten's gun is pointed directly at him, but Ty only pushes forward.
"Don't hesitate," Ty doesn't want to die to a career's hand, or to the hand of someone who is resigned to the kill. "For fuck's sake, why'd you hesitate?" His instincts oblige him closer to the boy, and with the machete still attached to his person, Tyrone half-strikes and half-falls onto him. "You're just preventing my inevitable."
His entire body verges upon complete collapse.
Simply exhausted.
ty attacks laurence; flaming machete (sword)
Ehs5rRGDiisword
Severed Left Ear +8.0 dmg
1-50
Extinguished +0swordΒ·1-50
Ehs5rRGDiisword
Severed Left Ear +8.0 dmg
1-50
Extinguished +0swordΒ·1-50