they don't want souls like ours :: [CF vs MI, day 3]
Jul 5, 2021 11:58:56 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Jul 5, 2021 11:58:56 GMT -5
It was an odd place, the Arena.
Waverly never expected it to be so, well, calm.
At home, it was quite the opposite. Her days were filled with cowering behind corners and hiding behind tables as vases were thrown and dishes were flung. Her hands were constantly over her ears, trying to block the sounds of the screams of arguments and the cries of her mother. The other half of her days were spent worrying about her brother, doing her best to protect him, to distract him from all the chaos that constantly ensued. She knew it was useless, she knew he was aware of exactly what was going on.
But the least she could do was try.
Her nights were filled with little to no sleep. Not only was she holding her own breath trying to hear the breathing of others, but her dreams were filled with nightmares. She was living one when she was awake, and she couldn't even leave them in her sleep.
There was no escape.
Here though, her dreams were peaceful, that's if they even came at all. It was the best she had slept in years, both before and after her father's death. Every morning she woke up well rested. The four of them, well now five, had yet to even see another tribute. Maybe this would be easier than she had thought. Maybe she would actually manage to make it out alive.
Waverly should have known better.
She should know that peace never lasts.
She was woken by the gentle glow of the sunrise, long before the trumpets blared. It was beautiful for a place filled with Death, and she took in every single second of being alone and the silence that accompanied it. The others finally stir, and it isn't long until an announcement rings out letting them know that they've all unfortunately survived another day.
"Do you think it'll rain? I love when it rains," Chad's voice asks excitedly. Who knew it was possible for someone to be this happy in the morning.
"Hopefully. I need a way to get all these mutt guts off of me," she said trying to wipe away some of the remainder of the giant bug from yesterday. The crew set off into the wilderness looking for who knows what, but it wasn't long until someone found them.
Waverly knew their luck was bound to come to an end.
All it took was for her to blink before weapons were drawn, blood was spilled, and Chad was shielding the other girl. She wanted to cover her ears. She wanted to go back home and regress into the girl that cowered in the corner. She wanted to be the girl too scared to stand up for her family, the girl who was too weak to ever do anything about their father. But she had killed him, she had grown.
And there was no going back now.
Only a price to be paid.
She took her knife from her sash, yielded it, and aimed for the girl from Twelve. Chad, on the other hand had different plans.
"If you want to get to her. You'll have to get through me first."
"Chad. Chad, sweetie. This is a slight inconvenience. If you don't move, they will kill you first. Unless of course Love beats them to it."
She ducked and maneuvered, trying to find any type of opening to hit the girl, but Chad was like a brick wall and a lot larger than she remembered. Her attempts seemed futile, and she didn't trust her aim enough to hit her and not Chad, so she had to settle for one of the other three. Her eyes fell on the sleepy girl and she raised her weapon.
Someone that tired should be hard to miss, right?
( Waverly attacks Willa ; throwing knife )
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( knife in back - 6.5 )