daylight of the jewels— conquer all {chautin&alexis}
May 11, 2015 10:33:58 GMT -5
Post by jess on May 11, 2015 10:33:58 GMT -5
A L E X I S S U N W E L L Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. The last few moments before I swing are quiet, as if the crowd dissolves into the Coliseum and we fall, down, the ground sinking as we go down, down, down, into an endless pit. Then I'm balanced and I'm moving and there's one, two, three, four and my arms are moving so fast I can't see much excepting a blur. The adrenaline thumps under my pale skin like a heartbeat. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. I've never been afraid of pain. From when I used to have needles pricked into my arm to when I was attacked by the large older boys when I was twelve. I'd knocked one of them straight out, and as he lay cold on the floor the others grew vicious, biting, scratching, kicking. Seeing the ones you love in pain triggers something in you. Something that can be triggered within me without a sacrifice. Concentrated power of will. The girl recovers and she speaks - ""Underestimation is a common mistake, this is a pleasant surprise on your part." - and a small laugh escapes my lips, hardly audible above the cheering I can hear. Are they entertained? Do they wish to see more? Are they here for a good performance? I have performed my whole life. I was born to impress. Eyes have been trained on me, evaluating me, scrutinizing every movement. I am used to this. Their eyes bore into the scene, their brains working to understand what is happening. She hits me with the same force as last time, and I smile. Now we are even. Could this fight prove to be interesting, or will there be an outright winner? Either way is fine by me, as long as I end up victorious. After all, a warrior always wins. A warrior never succumbs to defeat, and in order to become a queen, the warrior must surpass trial after trial and exceed expectations and leave a mark on the world. The stone walls will be marked by me, this girl's pride will be marked by me. Oh, how confident she seems, with her good luck charm and her petty words. I need no words to throw her off, only actions. Her words do not intimidate me. I see her as just another obstacle. Her face flies out of my mind, I never picked up on her name, and all she is is a soul. One that can be shattered with enough force. I don't choose to reply. Instead, I choose to show. I will show them the true power of a warrior. I clench the hilt of my sword, and with a burning fury, I move and the monster moves and it pulls at me like a puppet - left leg out, right arm out - and I'm off again, cutting through the air like this sword can cut through flesh. Merciless. template by chelsey |
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