{The Burden} Day 7 Razor/Aenor Fight

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Razor Creel

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My heart hurts and my heart breaks.

As he turned to leave the scene of carnage, a shaft of sunlight glinted off of something and caught his eye. It was something around her neck. Was it worth going back for? The capitol transport could reach the area at any moment. Mulling it over, he decided to go back. This was his first kill was it not? Shouldn't he procure a trophy of sorts to remember this day? Moving closer he saw that what had shined was a small rectangle on a chain around her neck. Odd designs were etched on it. It'd wasn't something Razor had ever seen before.

"No one belongs here. Not here where we leave our hearts."



Was it her district token? What significance did it hold to her? His own token was a symbol of the strength he had gained in preparation for the games. If that strange bauble was in fact her token, what did it represent? Bending over her he unclasped the chain from around her neck and hung it around his own, next to the chain that he already wore. But did it belong to her, or was it a token she had taken from a tribute she had slain, much as he was doing to her now? Carefully walking around her cold form; intent of finding anything he might have missed, he decided to check her pockets and was rewarded with a small toy horse.

"This is not what we were made for.
Far from the compassion we have known."



Well, that certainly must have been someone's token. He stuffed it into his pocket before removing the blood-stained cowboy hat from her head and plopping it on his head at a rakish angle. Now he was prepared. What was it his father had once said? Take what you can, give nothing back? Yeah. That sounded about right.Keeping in mind the fact that a final battle was drawing ever closer, Razor set off deeper into the jungle, intent on finishing things once and for all.

"This is my deepest dream."




[Razor has left the area]

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