The Earth Drinks Blood [Olivia vs Zack vs Karl]

[Bane]

Karl Miller of District 3

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After the night passes, I find myself still stumbling away from the huge stone pillar behind me. Ahead of me is the mountain, most likely a volcano from he huge dust cloud above the summit. My backpack is heavy on my back, my sword in hand. Already the heat is horrible, and I'm glad I put my sweatshirt into my backpack. Wearing it would be like walking around in a fire, instead of an oven.

Climbing the mountain, I can see the entire Arena. A forest, a lake, a huge endless plain. The things I noticed before, the pillar and field of rocks, have tiny figures at them, though I can't tell if they're fighting or not. The sun is a blazing flame above it all, intent on burning all in its fiery gaze. None of the tributes will freeze to death in this Arena, that seems certain.

My muscles strain from the work, not used to so much manual labor before the games. Before the games I went to school and tinkered with machines, I didn't exercise much. Now I'm in the battle for my life. The battle I would sometimes wish I would lose. If only I could think that when I cam across an opponent. Even now I was more concerned with my own life than the lives of my fellow tributes. They would be cutting each other to ribbons, why don't I try to live.

But no, I saw other tributes come this way. I'm most definitely no alone on this volcano. Other tributes came, the chance of water up hear being to great. Even if it was just a small stream going down the mountain, the water would become a life saver in this place. This barren, deserted place. The rocks were even warm on my touch, when the day had barely started.

Finally reaching a plateau, I stop for a rest. The shadow of the volcano stops me from becoming too warm, but even so I feel myself sweating from more than exertion. The heat will be deadly, like I'm sure everything else here is. There could be mutts anywhere, even here.

Suddenly I hear a crunch, and I stand back up quickly, sword in hand. That could have been from anywhere on the mountain, even some fight between to tributes on the plain below. I can't be sure, I just know that I will soon be in another battle that could very well end my life.

You will fight, and you know it. I shudder, knowing the voice is right. Since I lived, the act of hurting was ingrained in my instinct as being alright. As being the best thing to do even. I don't want to hurt anyone else, but want doesn't effect what you do in the Arena. It's what you need that you act off of. No matter how you feel, you'll still do the things it takes to survive. Like killing your fellow man.




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[HEY, ALEX!]

I slept like a baby. Literacy. I woke up every hour to check my surroundings and, to be honest, to make sure I missed nothing. So, yes. I slept exactly like a baby does. So, like an infant, I believe I am going to need a nap very soon. However, I knew it would not be the best decision as people moved more during the daytime than through the night. I learned this from the many times I have been forced to watch the Hunger Games. Anyways, I moved from my position in the rock field. I was careful this time, fearing they may explode once again. However, through a night of silence, I began to believe the event will not occur once more.

I rose from the ground and moved my limbs. My body was awfully stiff from the cramped area I had chosen for last night. My rather same body had managed to be slipped into too large boulders, covering myself quite well. Even though I thought I would not be seen, I feared I may, hence the reason I did not sleep soundly. Also, the trail of blood could be seen from where the explosion had occurred and where my body had laid the night before.

Once I stretched my body, I notice how much my body had recovered from yesterday. Just last night, I thought I would die from the exploding rocks and now, I could move. Well, it wasn’t as if my body made a complete recovery. The hole in my chest still hurt but not as much as it did. Before I fell into slumber the night before, I had doctored the wound with strips of my hoodie. The fabric would serve no better purpose since it was almost destroyed by a fire caused by the rocks.

My body was still quite solid yet I knew it I must move. I need water as soon as possible. So, without much more hesitation, moved toward the mountain I noticed the night before. One careful foot in front of the other.

~ o ~

My body shook in both fear and anger as I notice what was at the bottom on the mountain. Nothing. Not only was there no water but it was not a mountain at all. The mound was in fact a volcano. Instantly, I thought this volcano must be active since, well, I am in the Hunger Games. The Gamemakers would not place a volcano in an arena without a set desire to make it erupt. Well, that was my opinion. Also, I found that the bass of a mountain volcano is not quite the convenient location to be at. Perhaps someone like myself had thought water would be at the bottom or the Gamemakers want this thing to explode early. Regardless of what may happen, she uttered believed she was screwed.

I looked around my surroundings like I had done so often. Not only was I looking for food I did not have but I was searching for people to run from. There was no way I was fit to kill anyone. One, I had too good of a conscience. I never could seek food from my family’s pantry without confessing the very next second. So, killing someone would probably drive me insane.

As I was about to give up on looking, I noticed someone in the corner of her eye. The face was that of one person I had met, other than Weldon, of course. It was Karl Miller. Instantly, I was relieved to see a person I knew in the arena still alive. Well, actually, we talked once but I had a daydream about him murdering me. So, my relieved face is no longer that way. It was quite terrified. Before I would run up the volcano, my mouth - my ignorant mouth - spoke. “Well, Karl. Nice to see you are still alive.” It was odd how something could be both a lie and the truth. I did not wish for the death of this particular tribute as I did not wish for Weldon to die. However, I do know that this boy stood in the way of my family and I. So, I suppose, I did not wish to kill him myself rather than not waiting him dead at all. Yeah, cause that makes a lot of sense.

((occ - this could possibly be olivia's last thread and i am too lazy to make a new graphic!!))

[sbeeg]

Continued from Gravel
Zack Detroff

Zack Detroff was not the same child he was before the anthem. All the bitterness he had felt over the years came up like bile in his throat and pushed him forward with only hatred as fuel.

Track down whoever made my life a living hell and make them feel this pain!

He had no plans beyond this one, nor did he expect to live long enough to care. Through the night, Zack had walked all the way across the field of rocks, and got to the base of the mountain. This one was different, it was hotter than when the sun was at high noon and gave off smoke in some places. Zack knew there was a word for such mountains but it didn't come to mind. Didn't matter.

Back home, Zack had climbed over all kinds of things and this was right in his element. He managed to climb up a ways by the time the sun had risen. That's when he rested on a ledge and saw him. A tribute, male- the district didn't matter. He could've killed Enigma- that makes him the enemy.

Slowly, Zack made his way down the part of the mountain he had already scaled. His feet slide down with skilled control. With his machete in one hand and the image of Enigma's fictional kiss burning into his brain, Zack lashed out at the boy, barley registering the girl that had come up next to the tribute.

[Attacks Karl; Machete- knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Left Thigh; 3.5]

After his blade sliced at the boy's leg, Zack let his fury be known to the kid.

"Did you kill Enigma Lane?" Zack roared at him, ready to slice the kid again and again... and again.

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[Bane]

Karl Miller of District 3

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Olivia walked from where the sound I had heard, scaring the living daylights out of me. She was the person I least wanted to see. Well, second least wanted to see. Katie, after are brief meeting at the pillars, would be worse. She was my district partner, and if I was forced to fight her, I would never be able to turn back from this path of horror I was setting for myself. Then I realized what this meant. The voice would make me hurt her. The horror on her face in the Training Center was well placed, but I had wanted to prove it wrong. Now I would give her more reason to hate me.

Suddenly Zack, a tribute I had attacked once in the Bloodbath, comes roaring in, cutting my thigh, my other thigh that is, with a machete. He yells something about if I had killed Enigma or not. My weapon is already swinging in self-defense though, I can't try to stop the situation.

(Attacks ZackSpelled it correctly )
Sword: [dice=200+1000]
Severed Left Ear 8.0

Finally I manage to choke out the words.

"I didn't hurt Enigma once! I didn't even know she died until last night! I'm sorry though..." my voice starts to choke and I'm forced to stop talking, before I show so much weakness the Gamemakers are forced to kill me off. I feel truly sorry for him. It's clear he felt more than just the bonds of alliance for that girl, probably a strong friendship between them or something.
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[HEY, ALEX!]

The guy came from nowhere and the blood was shed. My eyes filled with wonderment. Certainly not wonderment. More of fear is what had registered and the daydream that I had in the training center had flashed before my eyes. A beautiful meadow. The joy that filled me. The bloodstained flowers. The look on my imagined Karl’s face as he killed me. This time, however, will be different from the last. I will not die from the hands of this monster. I must face this demon and end it for once and for all. So, rather than speaking again, I lunged forward.

Before I took my attack, I took in account the other male. I suppose the guy that attacked Karl had been my savior. My knight in shinning armor, if you will. At the same time, I felt as if he was here to kill me as well. If he was, why had he attacked Karl rather than myself? So, for now, he can help me extinguish this demon from my memory. Once this monster was dead, happy I would be. So, I continued my attack on the demon I have known to be called Karl. Never should he ever kill me in my meadow.

(attacks karl - machete)

[dice=200+2000]
( Stabbed in Calf - 8.5)

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

Oh god. Blood, a blob a flesh just on the ground. With wide eyes, Zack raised his hand to the left side of his head where his fingers were met with blood and maimed skin that was useless. Sound still whizzed by but was blocked by blood and the initial shock of the loss. An ear. He lost an ear.

This was Zack's first real taste of Games and he didn't like it. Blood was running from where his ear used to be straight into the back of his throat. He swallowed it was about to slash at the boy again with the other tribute, a female stabbed the boy in the leg.

For only a split second, Zack saw Enigma there at full height and the laughing smile she wore in his best memories then she was gone. Zack gave a glance at the girl and turned back to the boy.

"Sorry doesn't bring her back!" he was being unreasonable. This boy had done nothing to him, but now Zack wanted him dead like his ear that was piled in the dirt. Pulling back, Zack brought his machete at the tribute again.

[Attacks Karl; Machete= knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Miss; 0.0]

Zack's blade missed the boy and the pain on the side of his head and in his hear was almost to much to bare. He let out a huff that tried to turn into a sob but he forced back. He wasn't about to cry in front of two enemies.

Zack positioned himself between the tributes and his ear, which was still lifeless on the ground. It was his and he didn't want any one trampling on it. That's the only dignity Zack had left.

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[Bane]

Karl Miller of District 3

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Both of them attack me, and I grit my teeth in pain as Olivia's knife digs into my leg. I can feel blood flowing freely, and I know this is far worse than any of the other injuries I've sustained so far. This is bad. I can't stop the flow until this battle is over, so I must continue to fight.

The voice is happy, I can tell by its silence. It knows I'm going to fight, that there's no way I'm going to escape this battle. It doesn't care who I attack, as long as I spill someone's blood. To my shame, I oblige the wishes of the voice and once again swing my sword towards the boy, hoping Olivia will stop attacking me if I leave her alone.

(Attacks Zack)
Sword: [dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Right Bicep 3.5

I stagger away, appalled as I slip a moment in the blood pool around Zack's ear, which rests on the rock of the volcano. The shock is too much to register, and adrenaline is the only thing that keeps me from collapsing into a little crying ball. You will fight. The voice knows I'm trying to find a way out, but I don't even understand that.

"I didn't stop her from coming back Zack! I left before I even saw her!"

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[HEY, ALEX!]

Does a conscience exist when defending oneself from a demonic creature? Mine was not. The thing that tells me right from wrong isn’t even whispering the slightly thing in my ear. A matter a fact, the voice was replaced with something more monstrous than the enemy in front of her. The new voice spoke of how I should kill for the right to be freed from the monster in my daydream. It spoke that it was not a merely daydream but it was a vision of my unknown precognition. Precognition? Was that even possible? Anyways, the tone told me that it was a vision on the future. Lucky for me, I have the opportunity to defeat my demon before it could have the chance to murder me. It was great how things were turning around for me.

The anti-conscience within me smiled as my machete slipped into the demon’s leg. The calf to be precise. I withdrew the blade, happy I had finally hit my mark. Unfortunately, the devil was still here and, well, alive. It surprised me how he did not attack me but rather the person assisting me in defeating my demon. Was I the person the monster wanted dead? Still, the monster had attacked my savior and was still on the loose. So, as soon as I could, I took my blade and attacked my demon again.

(attacks karl - machete)

[dice=200+2000]
(Shallow Cut on Right Hip - 3.5)

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

Pain of every sort abused Zack from all sides. The physical pain made him weak but the emotional pain made him stronger, although it had a sharper sting. Another slice, another attack. Zack wanted this all to end, for someone to just drop dead so the audience would have their blood and he could continue his quest.

He was ignoring the girl on purpose. Zack didn't exactly want to strike a girl nor did he want to know if she killed Enigma- if she had he would have to kill her that wouldn't be pretty. Finish off the boy first- then deal with the girl.

The physical pain was numbing, making the heartbreak even worse. It welled up in his middle and grew until it shot out his throat.

"YOU'RE HERE AND SHE'S NOT," that's the most complex sentence Zack could muster.

[Attacks Karl; Machete- knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow cut on right forearm; 3.5]

Another weak hit. Zack was blinded by Enigma and was practically flailing his machete out to hit the boy. Not a very good strategy, but the only one he had.

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[Bane]

Karl Miller of District 3

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After the blade into my calf, these two new wounds, one on my him and one on my arm, don't hurt to badly. They still hurt though! Why are they both so intent on killing me? I haven't done anything before they attacked me, but stand here and have voices in my head. Other tributes, some who won, have talked to inanimate objects for goodness sake! Yet still they attacked me, spilling my blood onto the ground.

Fear rises in me, and finally tears are flowing, unrestricted, down my face. Loud sobs cause spasms throughout my body, casing me to stumble fore a moment. One of them must have tripped me! Deep down I know they didn't, but it's the only way to justify my next attack.

(Attacks Zack)
Sword: [dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Right Forearm 3.5

I take a few steps back, wiping tears from my eyes with my arm, only covering my face in my own blood. My tears mingle with the blood, turning them red, running into my mouth and dripping onto the ground, mingling with he blood from Zack's blood.

"Just... Just STOP!!!" I wail, startling even myself. The voice isn't yelling at me, but I think my insane fear has begun to infect it too.

Even something insubstantial is afraid of the Hunger Games.



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[HEY, ALEX!]

My parents would be proud to watch me take swings at a demon. It was as if I could see them now. My twelve year old sister would cheer in joy when I got my Machete in the devil’s calf. My younger, twin brothers would demonstrate what I had done to the monster’s hip with each other using their hands rather than sharp, large knives like the one in my hand. It was as if I could hear Fred whisper in my ear about how such a good job I was doing. My mother would be smiling, knowing I had a better chance in surviving the games. I know, without I doubt in my head, that they would be happy to see attacking this demonic creature.

I had this heroic feeling about myself as I looked at what I helped contribute to. The demon had not only received a cut in his hip and a gash in his calf because of me but the male, my knight, had done quite the damage as well. The tribute managed to cut the demon in his thigh and in his forearm. The gashes were not too deep but, hell, cuts were cuts. Thinking out which, I must attack again before the demon thinks likewise. So, obviously, I took my machete and about to take another attack when the monster spoke. He wanted us to stop. Why would I do such a stupid thing? The demon was trying to murder me so, of course, my mouth moved. “Why? So you may murder me, you demon!” She said as she took yet another attack.

(attacks karl - machete)

[dice=200+2000]
(Shallow Cut on Neck - 4.0)

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

Just STOP
Zack hesitated and the girl sliced a cut on Karl's neck. Should he stop? Zack looked at the machete in his hand, now coated in blood and his ear on the other side of him. Taking in a shaky breath Zack closed his eyes and thought of Enigma. Maybe... he'd get to see her if this all ended badly. He'd get the kiss he'd been daydreaming of all day.

With weak arms, Zack lashed out with his machete again his face smeared with blood and his mind cracked.

[Attacks Karl; Machete-knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow cut on left shoulder; 3.5]

After the slice of the boy's skin, Zack threw himself backwards towards the rough skin of the mountain. His skin was boiling and it was all he could do from passing out. Hugging the wall the mountain made behind him Zack let the sob he had held back for so long come out, choking on the blood still draining from his ear and the pain still fresh in his mind.

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[Bane]

Karl Miller of District 3

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The pain is blinding, blood flows from various wounds. Tears flow from eyes that can only see blood in front of them. Great sobs still rack my body, causing my legs to wobble and my arms to shake. My sword doesn't falter, held in hands that have lost all feeling form the death grip on the hilt of my broadsword.

"I'm not a demon. I'm NOT A DEMON!!!" I wail, trying to make them see reason that doesn't exist. There is no reason. My breathing is quick and deep, but very little air reaches my lungs. Only tears and blood enter my lungs, causing hacking coughs.

"Go.. go.. just go AWAY!"

I have lost a grip on everything. Reality. Reason. The only thing I still hold onto is my sword. Dried blood holds my fist closed. The lack of reason causes me to swing my swords again.

(Attacks Zack)
Sword: [dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Left Hip 3.5

The only thing that keeps me in the Hunger Games is the blood dripping off my sword and hardening my grip on the sword.

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[HEY, ALEX!]

I am being attacked by a devil and the creature, one without a soul, was asking to stop attacking him. What the hell was wrong with the demonic creature? As if it would lighten up on me. Well, actually, the creature was not attacking me but it was damaging my knight. It wasn’t not taking it ease on him so why would the animal ask for such a high demand? I ignored it, obviously, as the blade made a shallow cut in the demon’s neck. Never had I felt so proud for taking on such a terrible, gruesome creature.

The yells of the demon only angered me more. It was, in fact, denying the fact that it was a demon. However, I knew what it really was. The blood on his hands and sword spoke for itself. It was as if I could see him smiling as he attacked the other male. Perhaps I am contradicting myself since I was smiling early when I struck the demon’s leg. However, I am the good person in this battle. That person I meet in the training center wanted to kill me in a meadow. Which meadow, I am not sure. What I was aware of is that this monster will not murder me since, well, I had the chance first.

(attacks karl - machete)

[dice=200+2000]
(Shallow Cut on Right Calf - 3.5)

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

Taking a deep breath, Zack gathered the loose strains of thought together. The blinding pain of loss was receding the and the physical loss was demanding his attention. Lost an ear. Cuts everywhere. The boy strikes again.

Zack looked at the girl, her crazy babble of demons was the one thing keeping her on his side. He needed to feed it.

So with the first sane thought in his head all day, Zack limped over to the girl, walking around her so he was on her right side.

"He's a demon, we must fight until he is no more," the tribute said right into her ear as his was still streaming blood. "Victory, or death."

Zack stood straight and brought his machete around again at the boy. This whole fight could have been avoided if Zack hadn't slid down the mountain to hack at whoever he saw first- and then he could sit on the mountain side until all the tributes were dead and go home. What kind of victory is that?

To win without risk is to triumph without glory

This fight, his ear, Enigma- they were the risk he took. The pain he had chosen to feel- something that was voluntary. This was something he would finish!

[Attacks Karl; Machete-knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Deep Gash on Neck; 10]

Zack's blade sliced open part of the boy's neck oozing blood and possibly ending his life. Was that Enigma's killing blow? Was she ended by a knife to the throat?

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