slizzard [slay vs starlords] day 4

[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Soon I will be furthest I will ever be from home. The idea was to take this route to escape but where exactly is it taking me? Blazing knives and arrows are leading the way to the inevitable. Brennan finally retreats away from my personal space, giving me just a moment to lean further against the spear and gasp for air. My lungs are crying out, barely enough oxygen is filling them with every breath I take. Perhaps the point of the arrow is buried into one of them.

I am bent over my bag next to the wall, scrambling for another knife to try and buy myself more time. My throat burns before I cough into the bag, a nice residue of blood escapes from my lips. It is not looking good for me, Oz’s disapproval flashes in my mind and my mother’s attempts to comfort me in the justice building. Oz’s idea of escaping with our councilor aunt taunts me with regret. Once mother tried to run for mayor, but would life have really changed for us if she got it? It is not like Uncle Pierre and cousin Preston have the best of relationships.

There is nowhere in Panem that is far enough away from home. The next arrow or knife is going to show me the way.

I hope my death is not going to be another forgotten tragedy for my family. I don’t want to be another name that fades from memories months after my funeral. But it is too late to spin the grief of my family that have grown calluses to losing their own. I will just be another greyed out face on the walls during family events. I just hope they will mention my name in the stories they share. I hope they’ll teach their kids not to make the same mistakes as I. I hope they’ll treat their children better than my parents have. Poor Oz, I hope I have not made life worse for him. I hope he will take my death as a way to finally flee.

Another breath and another clearing of the blood that is lubricating my throat.

One last knife to throw, I can’t even see and feel where the rest are in my bag. I just want to sit down against this wall. I just need it to end now.

Pogue

Dorothy attacks Pierce | Shurikens (throwing knives) 3-4??/6

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[8.0 damage]

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

e l m  -  e r r i n g t o n

Dorothy is dying.

My mind is divided into two, torn between the ricocheting of my weapon against the wall behind the boy I was aiming for, and the glimpse of Dorothy out of the corner of my eye. She’s burned and bloodied, and I’m fucking useless.

Useless.

Useless.

USELESS.

I grunt in frustration, pulling back from the boy, trying not to meet his gaze. My arms are tense and my legs stumble over rock and rubble, and my chest heaves with effort and panic. Whenever I regain some semblance of confidence, it slips through my thoughts and the doubt sends me reeling backwards.

”I can’t do this,” I whisper to nobody. To everybody. I look at Dorothy, and the words take on another meaning. I can’t lose her. She’s been leading us for days, and I need a leader. I need someone to be okay for me, because I’m not.

My lips are chapped and my throat is hoarse, and the words chafe against my throat, burning, but god, I can’t stop them.

”I can’t do this,” I say, adjusting the grip on my weapon. My eyes fill with tears. Dorothy is about to die. Blood pools across the ruins below us.

My words become a mantra: ”I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

My feet shuffle through the rubble.

”I can’t do this.”

Tears blur my vision.

”I can’t do this.”

Breaths wrack my body with giant swells of my chest.

”I can’t do this.”

The weapon hangs from my palm.

”I can’t do this. I can’t, I can’t, I –”

I look at Dorothy, dying right in front of me.

I can’t fight, but I can’t lose her. I CAN’T.

In this internal war, something has to win.

And something does.

[Elm attacks Pierce, spiked blunt]
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Her entire body shakes. 

District 8, Theo, she doesn't remember his last name. He holds a weapon between herself and Brennan and she can't force the thought out quick enough: me or him. She thinks, selfishly, and is disgusted by her answer, that quick resolve, especially as it materializes across Brennan's face in a crimson gash. That could have been her, as easily as losing a coin toss, and she can't pull her feet from the roots they've gotten stuck in.

She's stuck, starring at Amaterasu's body. The blood never stopped coming out, for some reason she expected it to. It's a river in the cracks of the floor beneath them, Haizea's wide eyes inspect how it flows as the sounds of war ring on. It's touching her shoe - Amaterasu's blood. She's never coming back, and her enemies will never leave. 

Not until they're all dead, maybe, and she cringes looking at Pierce's twisted knee. Once they kill him, it's all eyes on herself and Brennan, and if they couldn't do it with Pierce, they definitely cannot do it without him. Her heart beats and beats and beats, on repeat just as the repetition of I can't, I can't, I can't.

"Then don't!" She barks, as useless as it's been so far. 

And then she attacks, for it's all she has left.  

[ throws shuriken at dorothy ]
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[ accuracy ]
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[ deep gash - 8.0 + 1 tp ]

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[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

He never had a sister until a week ago.

But, just like his father, she was gone before he could say goodbye. Maybe that’s a thing his family does. Maybe he’ll get home to his mother being gone, too. The thought creates a heavy weight in his mind, one that makes it hard to think. What if she already was gone? Who is he going to confide in, who’s going to cook him bowls of soup and bread when his body has given up?

He has to shake himself from the nightmare-inducing thought. The nightmare was already here, living, breathing as his ally from Ten breaks down, ”I can’t do this,” as they swing with their weapon and fail. Theo’s almost gone mad from the failure of an attempt - ”why are you not trying,” he wants to ask, he wants to steam it at Elm. But he cannot speak. He doesn’t know how to - the bubble of a yell makes it hard to speak. Dorothy’s killer responds to the tribute, yelling "Then don't!" as she throws her final engulfed knife.

The once self-declared man watched in horror as his sister was struck down.

”Why are you still here, you bitch?”

She cries for her friends yet takes the life of his.

”Get the fuck out of here!” His voice ripples toward the end, tired, and not ready to say goodbye to the leader of this oddly-formed pack. Theo breathes, wondering how he had been so lucky to leave unharmed. ”You’ve done enough, and so have we.” He points his spear at the fading body of Amaterasu. ”Say your dues while you have them.” The tribute moves to his fallen ally, picking

He doesn’t know what he could say to Dorothy, but he knows that he doesn’t want to leave her. He doesn’t want to let her go, but he’s thankful that he can. In thie world, somehow, you get to say goodbye to the ones you trust the most.

Theo’s never had that luxury before, just a box of cigarettes.

[kaitlin]

[flees]

[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

got work tonight, so gotta filler flee! will fill in when i get home!

[flees]

[mat]

〖    b r e n n a n    f i t z g e r a l d    〗

The sun mounts tall shadows like monsters as Svetlana and Theo continue to get closer. Haze is still behind, readying her knife toward Dorothy again. Everyone has a line of sweat above their brow. I stumble back a bit as Pierce begins to abandon their proximity. With a limp on his leg, he begins to climb the ruins in an attempt to escape the others. An exhausted Dorothy lines her knife up again to Pierce, landing the hit before she herself begins to slip beside the ruins.

Elm seems in a panic to save their friend. They're muttering something in tears. "I can't do this." They haven't killed anyone yet, have they? They're not like Svetlana and Dorothy who seem to have no problem taking us on. Elm misses Pierce completely. That innocence is something I miss. The Brennan I was four days ago wouldn't have stood his ground against anyone. Back then, I had an ounce of common sense and something to lose, my innocence. Now, I don't move, even as Pierce shifts to escape and leaves me surrounded by the four of them.

It's Haze, furthest away from us, and her knife that decide to call game. Her blade has a shimmer of a flame, likely from the jar of tar she found at the pedestal of the Wealth. The brief singe against Dorothy's skin confirms it for me. I take a sigh of relief and nod to her as the other three are distracted by their friend's injury. It gives Pierce enough time to scale the ruins to safety.

Theo shouts to Haze over Dorothy's falling body. "Say your dues while you have them." I'm not too sure what has them in a fuss. It was Dorothy, after all, who threw the first knife. It was Svetlana who took Ama's life. They can be angry all they want, but putting blame on Haze, who wouldn't hurt another person unless it was a do-or-die situation. To which it was.

I warn Svetlana, Ama's blood still dripping from her weapon. "I hope we never cross paths again. For your sake." I shout because I don't intend on letting her live another second if she's within twenty-foot proximity of any part of me, from the stray hair sticking from my head to the tail end of my boot.

[flees.. i suppose]

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

〖    p i e r c e    l i t t l e t o n    〗

Filler #2 and I'm SO sorry, did not clock that it was my turn!

[Pierce flees!]