mortui vivos docent [85th Finale]
Aug 30, 2020 17:39:54 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Aug 30, 2020 17:39:54 GMT -5
It was seamless.
Her own weapon had soared through the air but missed slightly to the left. The weapon had seemed to grow heavier as the days continued on, especially since she died the first time. Her arms had grown weary and her legs tired, but she refused to crumble. Not now.
Not when the end was in sight.
Not after the promises Lysander made.
Jade did not hesitate after her morning star landed in the dirt with a loud thud. They were like a well-oiled machine, no second guessing, no stutters. She swung her sword towards the dying girl and sliced into her arm. The blade cut deep and blood splattered from the wound and onto her own clothing. What once was pure and untouched was now stained in reminders of those who have died. A reminder that her death was inevitable, whether it be minutes or in fifty years. Sooner or later Death would come for her. The blood was a reminder that she was nothing more than human.
That she would forever be nothing more than a pawn in their Games.
The blood continued to spill onto the ground and with a final breath the Kahinta collapsed to the ground, and the girl from District Ten was no more.
Then there were two.
Twenty-four tributes with two lives, twenty-two dead. A Career and a drunk girl. One of them was supposed to be here, the other was not. Lysander Mae should have been long dead, she should not have had a second chance. Her body should have been laid to rest and sent back to her family where they would have a celebration of her death, but here she was. She had played by their rules, she had come to die.
And she did just that.
But they bent the rules to see them suffer more, to see them face Death more than once. But Cyro, Meredith, and Arabella did not come back, only she had. She got lucky, she refused to attribute it to anything but luck, she had no skill or talents. Luck was on her side, but not the others. The ones who deserved it more, the ones who had something to live for, someone to go back to met a tragic end not once but twice. So, she had to survive not for herself but for them and everything they lost. She was tired of their Games and Lysander refused to be just another piece to play with.
It was time she chose her own destiny.
Two left. Maybe in a different world or a different time they could have been friends. Bella had found a way to love the girl. If it wasn’t her own life of Jade’s maybe she could have too. Friends were never her strong suit, her childhood was more than lonely, but she had managed to find them here, to want to protect them.
She should have known it would only end in heartbreak.
Lysander’s breath was growing heavy, the weight of the past few days resting on her shoulders. It was beginning to grow to be too much, but she was almost there. She had always been a quitter, always gave up at the last second, but she knew for once in her life she needed to fight.
”This isn’t what I expected.”
But it was. She expected to see the girl from One in the finale, she even expected her to win. What she was not prepared for was having a place beside her in the last moments, maybe even a chance to make it out alive.
”Do you think Arabella would be proud?”
Her voice was nothing more than a whisper as she asked the other girl the question that had been weighing on her mind since she killed Terra underground. Hazel, Cyro, Meredith, Arabella. Would they be proud of her for what she’s done? How far she’s come?
Would Bella be proud of her for taking her friends life, even if it meant saving her own?
Her own weapon had soared through the air but missed slightly to the left. The weapon had seemed to grow heavier as the days continued on, especially since she died the first time. Her arms had grown weary and her legs tired, but she refused to crumble. Not now.
Not when the end was in sight.
Not after the promises Lysander made.
Jade did not hesitate after her morning star landed in the dirt with a loud thud. They were like a well-oiled machine, no second guessing, no stutters. She swung her sword towards the dying girl and sliced into her arm. The blade cut deep and blood splattered from the wound and onto her own clothing. What once was pure and untouched was now stained in reminders of those who have died. A reminder that her death was inevitable, whether it be minutes or in fifty years. Sooner or later Death would come for her. The blood was a reminder that she was nothing more than human.
That she would forever be nothing more than a pawn in their Games.
The blood continued to spill onto the ground and with a final breath the Kahinta collapsed to the ground, and the girl from District Ten was no more.
Then there were two.
Twenty-four tributes with two lives, twenty-two dead. A Career and a drunk girl. One of them was supposed to be here, the other was not. Lysander Mae should have been long dead, she should not have had a second chance. Her body should have been laid to rest and sent back to her family where they would have a celebration of her death, but here she was. She had played by their rules, she had come to die.
And she did just that.
But they bent the rules to see them suffer more, to see them face Death more than once. But Cyro, Meredith, and Arabella did not come back, only she had. She got lucky, she refused to attribute it to anything but luck, she had no skill or talents. Luck was on her side, but not the others. The ones who deserved it more, the ones who had something to live for, someone to go back to met a tragic end not once but twice. So, she had to survive not for herself but for them and everything they lost. She was tired of their Games and Lysander refused to be just another piece to play with.
It was time she chose her own destiny.
Two left. Maybe in a different world or a different time they could have been friends. Bella had found a way to love the girl. If it wasn’t her own life of Jade’s maybe she could have too. Friends were never her strong suit, her childhood was more than lonely, but she had managed to find them here, to want to protect them.
She should have known it would only end in heartbreak.
Lysander’s breath was growing heavy, the weight of the past few days resting on her shoulders. It was beginning to grow to be too much, but she was almost there. She had always been a quitter, always gave up at the last second, but she knew for once in her life she needed to fight.
”This isn’t what I expected.”
But it was. She expected to see the girl from One in the finale, she even expected her to win. What she was not prepared for was having a place beside her in the last moments, maybe even a chance to make it out alive.
”Do you think Arabella would be proud?”
Her voice was nothing more than a whisper as she asked the other girl the question that had been weighing on her mind since she killed Terra underground. Hazel, Cyro, Meredith, Arabella. Would they be proud of her for what she’s done? How far she’s come?
Would Bella be proud of her for taking her friends life, even if it meant saving her own?
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