god help the children | girls vs wendihoes vs hollow
Mar 12, 2024 9:35:26 GMT -5
Post by ines izar d11a 🖤 cait on Mar 12, 2024 9:35:26 GMT -5
The firing cannon is a sound I never thought I’d forget, but as it shakes the rickety support of the cabin, I’m shocked to hear how foreign it sounds. Even after years of watching the Games and hearing the tinny reverb through the television screen; even after having to live through the horrifying moment of hearing Azure’s death announcement. I guess that’s what happens when you’re able to go three entire days without having to think about navigating around a mass of dead bodies – the threat of a cannon doesn’t seem so bad.
Until it is. And this is the punishment we get. Isn’t that what Maggie had been trying to say all along?
So maybe I’m seconds away from following her lead and dutifully doing as I’m told, just like I’d done in the Bloodbath, but I don’t have time to even lock eyes with the blonde girl let alone swing a blade at her before the swarm rains over me. One of the masked dolls latches a painfully cold hand around my wrist and wrangles my knife out of my reach, flinging it over the side of the staircase. The remaining pairs of tiny mutant hands grab towards me and I recoil in horror, shrieking. They corner me up against the railing, fingernails crawling across my skin.
“Get off me, ugh! MAGGIE!”
I’m only half expecting her to help, knowing she’s probably engaged in a battle to the death by now. And I don’t blame her for taking a swing at the girl from Three, Harley – I don’t, even if I don’t understand it, she’s the Career after all – but I can’t help but think about how differently things could have been right now. We didn’t have to be friends, but we didn’t have to be enemies, either, right?
Is it too late to change the fates?
From the looks of Harley’s bullet striking Maggie squarely in the chest and sending her flying across the room, my guess is yes.
I’m trying to crawl towards Maggie to check on her paralysed state, but there’s voices in my head. Stay down, they bring me to my knees against my will, and I know I won’t make it to her side before I can avenge her. There’s barely time to shove one of the mutts away and reach into my satchel for a new blade, let alone sit with the repercussions of what I do next, taken over by the warring of fight-and-flight.
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