Broken and Destroyed (Dicentra Vs Hawthorn)

[Snakebird]

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see

He got behind me and slashed at my back. I don't know how he did it, but he did. I was dying, and there was no doubt about it. There was just too much blood spilling from my veins for me to stay alive. I fell to the ground face first, landing on my stomach. I rolled over to see him crouching beside me. “You're damn good with that sword,” I said, laughing a bit despite my state. I wanted to go out happy, not alone and depressed. “Bring that foot back to my family,” I muttered out to him, hoping he heard me. “If you get in a fight, please try to make sure it gets back to my family.”

I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me
To me
I rolled over and spit out some blood. Wincing at the effort, I laid there waiting for it to end. I had put myself in this deathtrap, had hoped to die or win fame for my family. I had achieved my goal. I felt my strength almost fully drain out. “Harrier,” I said, with the last of my strength, “If you're watching this, know that I've always got your back.” And with that, I my strength left my body, and I closed my eyes for the last time.


Mama
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters
I opened my eyes to a hallway with white walls. Doors lined the hall, and beyond them, rooms filled with color and strange scenes. At the end of this strange hall a door was flung wide open. Beyond the door, there were trees and underneath them, ground. Real ground, that smelled of home. I ran for it passing the other rooms. A room to my right contained an ocean. I wondered why it wasn't spilling in before I continued running. I passed a park filled with snow, and two boys stood in the middle. I didn't stop to look, and simply continued my mad dash for the end.

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I've got to go
Got to leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I finally reached the end of the hallway, and noticed a weird shelf next to the door I wanted to go through. It was almost identical to the one I had at home, and then I realized what was happening. My soul was reliving the happiest memories it could think of. I would be doing this forever, and that was fine by me. I grabbed everything off the rack, and strapped my knife in. It was better than the one I used to have. It had an antler handle and a steel blade, a great hunting knife. I finished getting ready, and ran into the woods.


Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows

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[plantix]

The sand get's tainted with blood, most of which belongs to Hawthorn. He was originally lying face down, but somehow got the strength to lie on his back. With one of his last breaths, he said to me “You're damn good with that sword,” He laughed a small bit, like Noelle... He continued his final words and said “Bring that foot back to my family, if you get in a fight, please try to make sure it gets back to my family.” The rabbit foot he gave me. His token is what he wants his family to have. I nod at his final request and hold that rabbit foot in my free hand.

Now, I carry three tokens, my own, Noelle's and now Hawthorn's. I swallow because these are items that belong to dead people. Well, soon to be dead. My heart races when I think about dyeing and having only my token left for people to remember me by.

Hawthorn, spit out some blood and continued with saying his final words with only a few breaths left. “Harrier, if you're watching this, know that I've always got your back.” Then he just seemed to have fainted. I swallow, because this is the second person I killed. Back in district Six, I have a reputation of kicking the crap out of people. But I'd never kill anyone. But these are the games. Killing is essential here.

To answer the question, it'll probably take more
If you're already there, well you probably don't know
Well we were the people that we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted to go

"Hawthorn?"

[/b] I call his name, trying to preserve his life. But I'm answered with a cannon fire. Hawthorn Fray, the boy from district nine is now dead. A Helicopter will be coming to get his body soon, and I have to move. For some reason, it feels like I just killed a friend. Well, we could've been friends but we weren't. No tears, just unreadable sadness.

After walking some meters away from that boy's body, a helicopter comes and takes him away, leaving the sand stained with red. I end up going to the other side of the ruins and then into something like a broken house. It had only one room in it, but it severed as shelter. Here, I tend to my wounds and eat my medical herbs that Noelle gave me.

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(Dicentra used first-aid and used up his herbs) (-5 Damage points over all.)