in search of water (day4 open [non-combat])

Every breath he took caused him pain; every step carried him further to who knew where. He couldn't have cared less about the fact that he was barefoot -- the burning agony in each of his wounds was enough to make him forget that small fact. However, there was something bogging him much more than all the pain combined: Ree's death.

Her death had hit him as though he had been struck down by a massive boulder. His mind couldn't fathom the fact that she had moved on, leaving him behind to fight to the death in this hellhole. The boy didn't like being alone in the arena, especially since he was half-blind, which made him feel terribly vulnerable; however, in the state he was currently in, he honestly didn't care. Blood was running in thick streams down his neck and abdomen, and his wounded hand was shaking uncontrollably as he held the three arrows and his knife while his other hand was clasped tightly over the wound on his stomach.

Semper came to a stop, leaning heavily against a tree. In the whipping wind, rain, and humidity, it felt impossible to breathe. He was wheezing lightly with every intake of air, causing him to feel light headed. The boy slid down the tree trunk, slumping on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood from his cheek wound.

He didn't care about much of anything anymore. District 5, the Capitol, his siblings back home, all of Panem possibly watching him right now -- he just didn't care. Resting his head back against the trunk, he slowly opened his eyes, spotting someone not too far from him. Who the hell is that? He thought, narrowing his eyes slightly to focus his vision. It was then that he recognized her as the one who had attacked him first. Oh, jus' great.... He was sure that she'd finish him off, right then and there, but he hadn't the strength to fight back. So b' it, if she's gonna kill m'. I don't care....

"Is that water any good...?"

He asked her in a hoarse voice after noticing her drinking from a pool. It reminded him of when he had volunteered himself to test the water on another island to make sure it was safe enough for Ree and him to drink. Another fact to enforce his love for her--

Pushing that thought aside, he glanced down at the three bloody arrows in his hand. Semper had no bow so they were of no use to him, and he also still had seven knives left. Taking the three arrows, he leaned forward slightly, tossing them back to the girl. He then slumped back against the tree trunk, one hand still on his knife while the other was still over his bleeding stomach wound.





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Even though he knew it wasn't polite of him to not wait for Sami's answer, his burning throat was commanding his actions. Putting his knife back into the pocket with the seven others, he leaned forward, wincing as he did so, and used his good hand to pull himself over to where the little pool was. Making sure to not contaminate the priceless water, he used his non-blood covered hand to scoop up some water, drinking it to relieve his burning throat. It was an overwhelmingly good sensation as the life-giving water soothed his throat, giving him some relief. The wounded boy then raised himself up, going back to where he had been leaning against the tree earlier, still having one hand over his stomach wound.

"I don't care, clouds. I don't care that you think you can control me. I don't care if you did control me back on that beach. I'm not killing Semper. I'm not!"

Semper paused. It had been a very faint voice... he wasn't even quite sure it had been a voice, the wind was still loud. You're dyin', Semper, he mentally scolded himself. Stop hallucinatin'. However, as he turned his head, he spotted a little girl, and his eyes locked onto her.

"Damn you perfect little angel. Go to hell."

Ree's voice echoed in his head. That girl -- she was the one who had killed Ree. The boy somewhat forcefully placed his head back against the tree trunk, grinding his teeth, his breathing shallow and quick -- obviously pained.

He thought he should get revenge and just slaughter the girl on the spot. But as he turned his half-blind gaze back to her, he realized that she was much younger than he was. She looked about twelve or so, and much too innocent for this hellhole. How on earth could I kill her? He thought, emitting a small sigh. She's too innocent.... much too innocent... The boy turned his gaze away from the little girl, closing his eyes. It had been the little girl who had stolen Ree's life. It had been her who murdered the only girl he had ever loved, but he just couldn't bring himself to hurt the girl.

"Have y' come t' kill m', too, Aranica?"

The boy asked in a hoarse voice, opening his eyes to look over at her. He knew he was close to death as it was, but he really didn't see Aranica as a killer. Just a little girl who had been forced into something much larger -- and much more dangerous -- than... well, he wasn't sure.

So the little girl wasn't there to kill him, which he figured was a good thing. He gave a slow, solemn nod, resting his head back against the trunk and closing his eyes. He wanted to rest, to maybe get his head back on straight, but that was impossible with the hurricane making itself known.

"How hurt are you two?"

He opened his eyes slowly, looking over at Aranica. He knew at least half of his body was painted red, though he didn't answer her.

"I can't find any medical plants on this island, but I- I can bandage."

"Only if y' want t'... y' don't gotta waste your bandages on m' if y' don't wanna...."

Semper answered, shaking his head slightly. Even though Aranica had killed Ree, for some reason he trusted her. He wasn't sure why, but he just couldn't think of a way to hate her.



((Sorry for the short/horrible reply, I'm just quickly getting one in before I gotta go to camp. :3 And thank ye, WT. ={D ))