Is This It? {S/H; Day 6}

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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 7, 2011 18:31:14 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Apr 7, 2011 18:31:14 GMT -5

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I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
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To say that Storm was catatonic would have been a great description for the eighteen-year-old boy from District 5. There was no movement as he stared ahead, no doubt thinking about past events. Then there was the pain that continued to trigger spasms in his muscles, but what did he care about those? He was dying and would be out of his pain soon enough.

He had kept himself in a good condition for those five days, making sure that he took care of his needs as best he could. He tried to help his allies, carrying them wherever they needed to and making sure they too would survive as long as they could. And then he got struck. There was no tribute fault behind the attack, but nature instead. What did it mean? Did the Gamemakers do this to him? Did they feel like it was necessary to even out the playing field? Or was it simply an act of nature? If the latter, then what was the point on even fighting his fate?

Storm, you know what your father said. Everything in nature happens for a reason. That horse kicked you because you did something wrong. The oil was discovered because District five needed a boost. As Storm closed his eyes, he thought about what the lightning meant for him. He wasn’t going to be the one to win these Games, not with all those burns. Of course, he could have interpreted the fact that he was still alive as a blessing, that he had survived something not many people did, but that didn’t feel like the true meaning. That wasn’t the purpose of the lightning; its purpose was to stop him, to stop him from going back home.

Home was…where he wanted to go. He had believed that if he put enough faith into it, it could happen, and so he fought. And he killed. And he kept killing because that was the only way to pull through. And he protected Heron because he knew it was the right thing to do. But was it really? Was there any way he benefited by keeping her alive? He knew there was nothing for him but friendship, but that friendship could only last for so long. Storm would want to go home, and Heron would want to go home too. And that would be the end of that.

At least that was how Storm thought before. After waking up from the strike though, he knew that that would be pointless. Even if he made it back home, he would still be different. He would never forgive himself for everything he had ever done. More importantly, he could never forget. Every face would be burned into his mind, every cry and scream and yell would play like an audio tape over and over again—that was if he survived. So what was the point of living?

Throughout the Games, he had convinced himself that he needed to go back so he could be with his sisters, so he could see his parents again, so he could help out on the ranch. He had even been willing to move if he made it back alive. But one lightning strike was enough to make him reconsider, to make him think about why he was trying to win and if there really was a point. He loved his sisters, but if there was no possibility that life could go back to the way it was, that he could be that same big brother they could go to for support, then there was no point in fighting anymore. Nature was taking its course.

His once blank eyes were filled with sadness as he came to terms with what he had to do. A finger twitched as the small of his back itched, no doubt from the healing burn. He looked down at his arms and legs, knowing that there were burns throughout his whole body. He had neglected to take care of them though, dazed after the initial strike. And now that he had
come to terms with the situation, he refused to fix them, to even bandage them. What was the point anyway? They were burns, not cuts. Looking over at Heron, he gripped his battle axe tightly. What was he doing? Why was he doing this?

Each crawl felt slow, almost deliberate. As he moved closer and closer to Heron, his shoulder slumped even lower and his eyes grew even sadder. This was it, the moment Storm had been predicting. They had reached the point where he could no longer protect the district 12 girl, no matter how much he loved her. He placed a gentle hand on hers and bit his lip, debating on how he was going to tell her.

Blink. “Heron, I—I think it’s obvious—“ Blink. “—that I c—can…no longer help you.” Blink. “I’m sorry. I’m sor—“ Before Storm could finish his second “sorry”, he was hunched over completely, not ready to say it. But he had to—for her good and his. “Sometimes, I wonder if I did the right thing joining the alliance, if it was the right thing to meet you. I knew this would eventually happen and still…I joined. I worked with you and Ana, and I tried to do my part. But that’s over, isn’t it? I can no longer protect you.”

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A long sigh later, Storm looked back up at Heron, staring into her eyes. She needed to know…she had to know. Adjusting his grip on his battle axe, he let out a small cough. “Heron…” They’re all going to hate me. Her. My family. Oh…if only you knew why I did it…

“…kill me. I want you to kill me. Please.” I no longer have anything to live for. Not anymore.[/color]
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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 8, 2011 15:52:11 GMT -5

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Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Apr 8, 2011 15:52:11 GMT -5

All night long Heron had sat up worrying over her partner who had been subject to terrible luck or cruel intentions by the game masters. She had wanted to stay by his side like he had done for her, but it wasn’t meant to be when her eyes closed and complete exhaustion finally claimed her weak body. She was healing, that much was sure, and she felt stronger than she had in days. Her morale had finally been on the up and up. But of course once again everything had shattered; the rug pulled out from under her… knees. When Storm had been struck, the life that Heron was slowly piecing back together like a puzzle broke into sharp shards of agony and helplessness.

She couldn’t know the pain that he was feeling, but imagined it to be just as bad, if not worse than hers had been. All wounds heal, just like hers had, if given the time. But with only five or so more people left in the games Heron knew the dreadful truth; there would probably not be enough time for Storm. This was not how it was supposed to turn out! If anything Heron would have been the one to not make it and Storm would win, that was what she had been planning on anyway. It meant the world to her that they stayed alive together for as long as they could, but now with Storm in worse condition than she was that was a highly unrealistic option.

Upon waking at the first sign of daylight Heron found herself further away from Storm than they had been the night before. It was as if they were stranded on the ocean and had drifted apart in the night, perhaps she was healed enough to toss and turn in her sleep again? She sighed while finding the leverage to sit up and hopefully make her way over to Storm, which didn’t seem to be working well in her favor, her arms still tired from the long night’s rough sleep. So she sat there at the short distance, watching his chest rise and fall while contemplating what their next course of action should be. Taking a look at his wounds would probably be the best place to start. He was like a brother to her by now and she didn’t want to see him die so soon.

When he did wake up Storm was zoning out into space and he didn’t seem to hear her calling his name out to him to get his attention. That’s when her worry and concern became frighteningly obvious even as she attempted to school her features so that she could be strong for him.[/size] ”Storm.” She called out to him one more time, her voice cracking in its plea. Then he started moving towards her. ”Storm, stop it, you’re going to hurt yourself!” But her words didn’t get to him. She felt his hand atop her own and before she could say anything a strange look in his eyes made her drop all of the words on her tongue. She’d never seen him look so sad, even after Ana died.

As he spoke to her in his now familiar voice Heron didn’t allow herself to believe what she was hearing. He was tired, that’s it. He wasn’t in his right state of mind from the shock of the bolt. In a few minutes he would shake off everything he had just said and continue forward like the enduring person she knew him to be. Maybe he wasn’t even that badly injured, it only looked that way. Yeah, that’s it. As soon as he was done talking he would laugh away those words as a joke and jump to his feet, pick her up in his arms and they would continue their journey into the unknown.

But of course, that didn’t happen. This wasn’t a children’s story there would be no happily ever after in the arena. Heron blinked, keeping her eyes closed long and hard, and when she opened them she found herself looking at their hands which she must have intertwined without knowing it. What was strange was that there were small droplets of water atop their fingers as if it had started to rain, but there was not a cloud in the sky. It took Heron a minute to finally come back to her senses and when she did she sniffed. ’Oh…’ She thought solemnly. ’I’m crying again.’

Finally Heron looked him in the eyes again, her vision clouded with tears. She knew that she must be an ugly sight by now; her hair was filthy and matted with dirt and sweat, her skin was dirty, bruised and torn, her shirt ripped in various places, and to top it all off her face was contorted into some hideous mask of grief.

”Kill you?” She choked out, actually feeling the words as if they were a dull knife digging into her skin. How could he ask such a thing to her? She couldn’t hurt someone she cared for like that. Was he going insane!? Her tears only came faster as she sputtered over her words, trying to reason with him all the while gripping his hand for dear life, him being her life preserver. “I haven’t even killed any of my enemies yet and you want me to kill you!? Please d…don’t ask me that! Please....” She begged, her voice was getting smaller and smaller with each word she said.

It had to happen eventually, one of them dying. But she didn’t expect it to be this sudden, or in this way. It was easier thinking of someone else killing him than of harming him herself. Heron closed her eyes and shook her head sending tears flying. ”I wouldn’t be able to.” She practically whispered it. She didn’t open her eyes as she leaned lightly into him, saltwater streaming down her flustered cheeks. ”… We could help each other… we… we could protect each other … Just please-!” Her near silent plea was drowned out by her now silent tears as the full pain of the situation gripped her heart in shock and fear. ’Please don’t make me kill you.[/color]

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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 10, 2011 13:56:14 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Apr 10, 2011 13:56:14 GMT -5

((Will format later; sorry for short post >.>))

She doesn’t understand. Of course, she wouldn’t. I would have questioned her too if she had asked me to do the same thing. Storm couldn’t bring himself to look at Heron in the eye, especially not after her pleas. She had brought up a good point; asking for her to kill him would have been difficult on her part. The small water droplets that Storm barely felt on his hand were proof enough. But what was the point of even trying to make it through the Games? He had read the signs; he was sure that the only way to make it through was by dying. And Heron…she deserved to be the one who won the Games, not him.

Storm shook his head slowly against her pleas, against her belief that they could work help each other. She had the right mindset, but it just wouldn’t work anymore, not with Storm barely there. “Heron…you are going to go home and you will be back with your family.” He bit his lip as he emptied his mind of thoughts on his own family. “You’re going to make them proud, okay?” And what about you, Storm? What about your family? Storm looked down at the ground, despising himself.

His father was probably angry, his mother crying. He could imagine Sundra sitting there, angry at him for giving up. After all, hadn’t he promised her that he would try? Europa would be pleading with Sundra, begging her to make things right. He loved that little girl, but there were times when he thought she should know better. Even if Sundra could try reach out to Storm, no action would change his mind. “Just get it in your head, Europa! I can’t always be there for you. I can’t always be there to guide your hand, to tell you that you can’t bring the animals into the house because they’re cold. You have to grow up!” While Storm was aware that Europa wasn’t in the arena with him or even near him, he directed his words towards Heron. There were very few similarities between his little sister and his ally, but he was so distressed that he couldn’t stop the flow.

“I’m sorry, Heron,” he muttered, addressing his ally. “But it would be better for you if I was gone. You see…I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I don’t know…I don’t know if the lightning will strike again. I’m just not…I’m not whole now. Nothing feels right and it’s horrible.” I’m not making any sense. Even in my own mind, it doesn’t make sense.

“You’re still whole! You still have something to live for!” Storm shouted at his ally, neglecting to consider what his words could potentially do the girl. He sounded crazy, he didn’t sounded….Storm-like. What would I have done in this position if I was still me? Make a joke? Say that I was only kidding? But I wasn’t…and that’s the problem. It finally dawned on Storm that his ally wasn’t going to harm him unless he took the initiative. He couldn’t bear hurting her in the process, though, not when he had just argued so strongly for her to win. So what—

((attacks mushrooms; battle axe))
[dice=200+11000]
((Shallow cut on left ~~shoulder~~ side of cap; 3.5 ))

The mushrooms were just lying there and Storm hoped by attacking them, Heron would react and attack him. They were so close to her that it could have easily seemed like that he was attacking her and missed, but the truth was Storm only wanted it to appear that way. Sure, it was a cop-out, but it was the only idea he could come up with. He prepared himself just in case his plan went accordingly. Even if Storm was prepared to die, he knew it was going to hurt a lot.

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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 11, 2011 20:22:28 GMT -5

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Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Apr 11, 2011 20:22:28 GMT -5

Heron didn’t want to hear him, didn’t want to hear a single word that he was going to tell her next. She already knew that she had family and loved ones back home; she didn’t need Storm to remind her. She also knew that even though there were only a few more people left in the game she still had a slim chance of surviving without the lower half of her legs. Without being able to travel on her own or even move more than thirty feet without getting tired she knew that her chances were slim. Why couldn’t he just see that!? If he died, then she would die too. It was as simple as that. They could at least wait out the last of their days together without coming to this brash decision.

Then he was yelling at her. Only, it wasn’t at her, it was towards her but directed at someone else; someone that was too far out of their reach now. Heron choked back a sob and her body stiffened as she finally allowed herself to listen to him completely. A sister? Was that the person he so desperately wanted to hear him? His voice rang out with the tenors of a broken heart and shattered hopes. The very act of listening to him was painful.

Why wouldn’t he just shut up already!? Every word he spoke made her resolve against harming him grow. If he was trying to convince her that killing him was the best thing for her to do, well, then he was doing a hell of a bad job. It was so obvious how bad he wanted to return to his family! Sure, Heron did too. But she also knew that it was only her parents and her friend, the rest of the village would hate her for lying to them all of her life. Heron fought this far to get out of this arena and go home, but at the same time she knew that it would just be easier to die. It would be easier to not have to face the hate. For whatever reason she still fought though, maybe it was the strength in Fletcher’s conviction when he told her that she would come home alive. Whatever reason Heron just couldn’t understand why Storm didn’t have that underlying will to survive like she had. Instead he was pushing all of his hopes and ideas onto her.

Storm was shouting again, but this time her eyes opened wide and her hand gripped his, almost painfully. How could he say such a lie to her after all that she had gone through! The only reason that they were in this situation in the first place was because she was no longer whole! Heron didn’t know if he was speaking about physically or mentally, either way it wasn’t true. A small piece of her died when Ana dies, again when she lost her legs, and again when she learned of Soren’s death. No. She was far from being whole. ”You know that’s not tru-!“

Her sentence was cut off when she pushed away from him just in time to see the movement of his other arm, the arm that was holding his axe. After that everything seemed to stop and flow as one single movement, as if it were some sick dance that propelled the force behind them. His attack had missed her, but her own hand was still reaching into her pocket for one of her knives, Ana’s knife. Her teeth were clenched tightly as her arm moved of its own accord, slicing through the air towards her companion.

[[Attacks Strom, knife]]

[dice=200+2000]

[[Shallow Cut on Left Hip, 3.5]]

Heron's blue eyes widened in horror at the blood that was now invading her vision. She hadn't meant it! Her actions were purely reflex from almost a week of being in the arena and training! But, of course, knowing that she had just attacked her partner was not was was freaking her out the most. What scared her was that she could have sworn that Strom knew that she would react that way.
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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 11, 2011 23:32:33 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Apr 11, 2011 23:32:33 GMT -5

((Trying to move things along...))

-Storm goes ouch. Unsure what to think of Heron attacking.

-Continues contemplating request...knows it's the right thing, but debates on if that's what he wants.
-He's fairly sure but...ignores all the bad thoughts.
-Swings again, but has a muscle spasm and his supposedly well-aimed miss accidentally hits Heron
((attacks Heron; battle axe))
[dice=200+11000]
((Shallow cut on right calf; 3.5))
-Storm stares at what he just did, tries to apologize but can't

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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 12, 2011 5:54:26 GMT -5

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Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Apr 12, 2011 5:54:26 GMT -5

Heron knew what hit her, and that it was too late to stop it. They were fighting now, each giving a blow to the other. Sure, the wounds weren’t all that deep, but the mental wounds that were inflicted were much worse than they appeared on the outside. Heron choked as she stumbled backwards in an awkward motion that landed her on her side. Shifting her weight she moved so that she would be able to keep her defenses open more. If anything this was a terrible form of training, knowing that if Storm did die that she would be left on her own to fight.

It was too late to take back their actions now, and as much as it pained Heron she knew that if she wanted to walk away from this battlefield she would have to kill her friend who was bleeding before her. As much as she didn’t want to she just knew that that was how things were. And she knew that the Gamemakers were somehow behind it. They had to be. Or at least, that was what Heron told herself to try and better understand Storm’s actions. Was it possible for them to take over someone’s body? That was a terrifying thought.

Tears fell from Heron’s eyes as she gripped onto the knife that had once been Ana’s and stared down her once-friend brother figure. If she killed him she would never forgive herself. But what other choice did she have!? If he was attaching her then she had no choice but to fight back! It wasn’t as if she was going to lie down and take it! To lie down and die went against everything she had fought this far for.[/size]

[[Attacks Storm, Knife]]
[dice=200+2000]
[[Shallow Cut on Left Shoulder, 3.5]]

[[ooc- Then we’ll just make the posts shorter ^,^ ‘Kay? Only for the overly descriptive and emotional ones will we have it longer.]]
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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 12, 2011 14:44:45 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Apr 12, 2011 14:44:45 GMT -5

Storm was, in as sense, pleased and disappointed with himself. He was no longer broken, but did he have to feel better at a time like this? Why couldn't it have happened when he was dead? The latter question itself was rather stupid, but Storm hated the fact that he was fighting Heron...and at the same time, he couldn't stop. It was as if something had woken up in his mind, telling him that he needed to fight back.

The attacks on him were light and while they were painful, he was sure they could have been worse. However, they still sent a trigger throughout his whole body. The first time, it was just a muscle spasm, but this attack seemed to remind Storm that he couldn't give up so early.

All of it didn't make any sense. He was so sure that it would be better if he just died, but something in the back of his mind told him that he still had to pull through. Was it the reminder that if he were to die, he would at least want to put up a good fight? Or maybe there really was that will to fight on, to think nothing of what had just happened to him. But that was impossible; he couldn't just ignore the rush of electricity that had ran through his body. It was just as impossible as...as...thinking he could fight Heron. And yet that was exactly what he was doing.

Why am I doing this? I swore I could never hurt her, not like this. But I've already broken my promise, haven't I? I couldn't protect her anymore. Storm looked down at the battle axe and at his fresh hip wound. There was nothing gratifying about the battle, and he didn't want to make it seem that way. "I just want to go home," he whispered to himself, surprised by his own words. Closing his eyes, he tried to muster up the strength to back up his point, but there was nothing supporting him as he took another swing at Heron.

((attacks Heron; battle axe))
[dice=200+11000]
((Deep Gash on Right Thigh; 8.0))

He blinked in surprise as he saw his battle axe catch on to his ally better than he thought. It wouldn't have mattered how much force he put into it; the attack would still have caused significant damage. I don't get this, I don't get this at all. Just one second...and then the next....and now I'm attacking Heron? But I was aiming at the mushrooms, so sure I was...

...but now I'm not.

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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 12, 2011 17:25:36 GMT -5

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Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Apr 12, 2011 17:25:36 GMT -5

Heron always hated crying. It was a sign of weakness. It was a sign of femininity. And that femininity was something that she had tried to reign in as a child; she tried to lock it tightly away within herself. But even so there were still times where she couldn’t help but show that weakness around her family and Fletcher, never around anybody else though. But as soon as she was called to be in the games that all changed. For the first time Heron didn’t have to keep a tight grip on the girl within her and truth be told Storm was the first person who ever really met her. He was the first one she told her wishes to as well as the first one who’d seen her weaker side so often. He was the one person who Heron thought she would be able to trust. Or so she had thought.

Storm’s last attack was brutal and Heron’s free hand went to the wound instinctively to shield the open flesh from the world. Thoughts raced through her mind as her thigh throbbed and blood soaked her fingers. This wasn’t Storm. Or was it? Had he been planning this from the very beginning? She couldn’t tell anymore what with the way he was fighting back. Had he wanted her to pity him so that she would go easy on him, only to attack her himself? Memories from the past few days contradicted this theory, but as she thought back she began to question her own memory. Reality was beginning to blur from the pain and Heron couldn’t truly say that he wasn’t a traitor.

How could he not be when he was so obviously betraying her at that very moment!? Was he not the one who asked for death!? He pushed her into attacking first, making her look like the bad guy. Tears of confusion, rage, pain and sorrow raced down her cheeks in rivers that wouldn’t dam. Showing her weaknesses no longer mattered. He’d already her at her most vulnerable. The question was, why didn’t he kill her then?[/size]

“I should have never trusted you!” Heron shouted at him, her voice cracking an octave higher than usual, making her finally sound like a girl. Moving to be on her hands and knees, which was the best position for movement for her at the moment, she lunged forward to attack him. She fell short of falling into his arms, where she had slept and trusted, instead landing back on her palm, her other arm outstretched mid-swing. Was that what she was supposed to do? Was that right, or wrong? She no longer knew. The only thing that was plain to see was that nothing was as it should be.

[[Attacks Storm, Knife]]
[dice=200+2000]
[[Shallow Cut on Right Bicep, 3.5]]
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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 12, 2011 17:55:07 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Apr 12, 2011 17:55:07 GMT -5

Watching Heron's reaction, watching her response to his attacks, it made Storm want to run away. He had been thinking about it, and it seemed like a great idea. In fact, why didn't he run away? He would still have to live in a shame, but at least he could do so away from the person who looked at him like he had betrayed her.

And he would be alive. And she would be alive. And both of them would probably feel broken, but they still had a chance. At least that was the reasoning Storm came up with. It made sense for him to do that and yet his legs were not moving away from the fight but closer. Closer...as if they wanted Storm to tell Heron what was going on. But how was he supposed to do that if he himself did not know?

Hearing her shout the words of betrayal, tore through Storm's heart. He was sad about them, but he accepted them readily. He understood why she would say that to him; he had just attacked her on his own volition. As much as he wanted to move away from the fight, to pretend that it was just a lapse of judgment, he was already too into it to stop.

"It's okay, Heron, I feel the same way about myself."

((attacks Heron; battle axe))
[dice=200+11000]
((Deep Gash on Chest; 9.5))

I'm so sorry. For hurting you. I...never wanted this to happen. But you won't let me tell you that. I've done too much to take everything back. And I understand.

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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 12, 2011 18:27:21 GMT -5

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Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Apr 12, 2011 18:27:21 GMT -5

Heron couldn’t believe her ears. He didn’t deny anything! He didn’t even apologize! That meant that he really had been planning to kill her all along, right? No, Heron was almost sure of it now. He had always been planning to kill her. Why did she have to put her trust in that person? She was never overly trusting before, so why here, of all places? And to think she loved him like her own brother. It made Heron sick just thinking about it.

Fire ripped through her chest as she felt the impact of his blade. The wound was worse than any of the others that his axe had given her. Attacking a cripple was bad, but attacking a cripple who had been your companion, your friend, your warmth at night? That was deplorable. Storm had no honor. Heron, though, knew that she followed an honor code. She never wanted to be part of this fight, and every one of her attacks was his fault for tricking her reflexes. It was his fault that she had to attack him. ’And he deserves every blow

No. Heron shook her head furiously at that fleeting thought. Thinking like that wasn’t her. Nobody deserved to be attacked in such ways. Not even Winona deserved it. But she couldn’t stop this fight now, it was too late. If she were able to go back and change the events then she would have. But Heron didn’t have that ability and she was stuck fighting a man with no honor whom she thought felt the same as she had.[/size]

”Did you plan on killing Ana too? Or it just convenient for you that she’s dead!?” Heron cried out, trying to further understand his reasons for doing such a thing, though it sounded more accusing than she had liked. Ana was the one who chose him for his kindness and his loyalty. ’Well… Ana’s dead! She’s not here to play referee! And it’s all his fault, isn’t it!?’ Heron’s eyes widened in horror as she swung her knife at him once more.

[[Attacks Storm, Knife]]
[dice=200+2000]
[[Stabbed in Ear, Insta]]

Heron froze when the blade made contact. There was a sickening sound that made the tomboy pale. When she finally forced her eyes to look at the damage that she had done she regretted it. The sight before her, the knife in her once-ally's ear, probably piercing the skull as she still held the blade, was probably the most horrific things that she had ever seen. Blood and tears were like raindrops on her face as she stared. Not knowing if there were going to be ramifications or not for doing so Heron yanked the switchblade from his skull and dropped in on the ground beside them.

"S...Storm!" She called uselessly to him. "Storm! No! No! No! Don't die this way!" Heron threw her arms around him and gripped his shirt, her face pressed against his chest. Everything she had been trying to tell herself about him left her, only what he had been to her before their fight remained, leaving her breathless. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please! You are like my brother! You are a good person! Just don't go diein' on me damnit!"

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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 12, 2011 20:54:48 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Apr 12, 2011 20:54:48 GMT -5

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Because I need freedom now
And I need to know how
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It hurt him just watching the fury on her face, the hatred from her expression. It was almost as if she wanted—No, it was obvious that she wanted him to see it, and almost just as obvious that her whole heart was in every attack she made. What he had done was the ultimate betrayal, attacked her after what must have looked like him lying to her. In a way, Storm wondered if he had been lying when he wanted her to attack him. He could hardly argue that it was someone else speaking for him; that would just plead insanity. He couldn’t explain his actions otherwise, though.

He had wanted her to live, that much he was sure of. So if he had been so certain about that, why did he go back on his word? Why did he not put the battle axe and let her do what he had been asking from her the whole time? He didn’t even love life that much to want to hang on to it. He had only been fighting so much because Sundra asked him to or because it was necessary to protect his allies. Why was he fighting back now? Something in his mind kept telling him it was just reflex, something that he picked up on during his time in the Arena—and he hated that. To be able to pick up a habit so quickly, especially one so…against his morals, that was difficult to comprehend.

But that Ana comment was too much for him. He loved Ana just as much as he loved Heron. Who was Heron to tell him that he could be so cruel as to want Ana dead?! He never planned for either of them to be dead, definitely not by his hand. And had he not been keeping Heron alive as long as possible after what happened at the volcano? As angry as he was at her comment, he just couldn’t yell at her, not in a demeaning way. No matter how much pain her words struck at his heart, he couldn’t deal another blow at her. Not anymore.

Instead, he could feel his face scrunch up in anger. “You don’t get it, do you?! It’s never that simple. I can’t…I can’t—I loved Ana! I loved Ana just as much as you did! I still beat myself up over her death and I keep asking myself why I wasn’t there to catch her, why I didn’t stop her in the first place. Watching her fall…I hated it. I could never kill her and yet…a part of me believes that I did. Just like what you believe.”

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Storm wanted to shrink away, to push himself as far from Heron as possible. While he[/color] figured out what he was going to do next, he saw the movement and…he just stood there. He didn’t even bother moving. And that was when he knew he was ready to die. The only way he could peacefully go was if he had Heron hate him. Because that was the only way she would attack him, to give him an honorable death. Being killed by a friend was nothing compared to being killed by someone who hated his guts. And he finally did it. He might not have been aware of his actions, but he finally got Heron to hate him and believe there was no hope for him left. He had become her enemy.

So the blow on his ear was simple. It was painful, but it was also simple. There was something strange about it, but Storm was sure that a ghost of a smile crept up. Even if it didn’t, he felt like smiling. He had never felt so proud of his ally before. Good girl, Heron. You did just what I asked.[/i]

Feeling at peace, Storm waited for the last breath. Or maybe he had already taken it. Either way, his thoughts were still alive as he felt barely there. I have no one to greet…how sad. But maybe it’s all for the better. I would prefer that I know that everyone was still alive, still healthy, by the time I’m gone. Yes…it is all for the better.

A flutter in his mind separated Storm from his physical presence. There was no soul walking[/color] away from his body, but Storm knew that his physical form was no longer a part of him and pretty soon, his mind would cease to exist as well. Guess I’d better get on with it then. Mentally, he closed his eyes, and thought about all who he loved. His parents, his sisters, Ana and Heron… You might hate me, Heron, but I still love you. And I’m okay…I’ll always be okay.

Laughter rang out as he was glad of his wisdom to give up his wooden bracelet. Now he was sure it was safe, that it could still keep living. To everyone else, it was just a wooden bracelet, but to Storm, that was his life. And now, he knew it would live longer than him and it would keep telling a story. With a big grin on his face, he looked up one more time. This is what it’s like leaving the world? Well, can’t say I’m complaining.

A sharp turn. A simple wave with the right hand. No regrets left.

Storm Wie was leaving for the last time.
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Is This It? {S/H; Day 6} Apr 14, 2011 14:37:20 GMT -5

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Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Apr 14, 2011 14:37:20 GMT -5

(cell phone filler)

Heron freaks out, denies that storm is dead. Starts seeing thing due to spores, yada yada. eventually gets away from him and allows for his body to be taken away. Takes his things first, including his token. (treats the tokens like their owners) cleanses the water that they still have in one jug with one tablet of iodine, waits for a bit before drinking. Collects more mushrooms and figures out a way to get away from the blood.

(sorry, I was planning on writing this today, but something came up)