It's All Coming to an End [FO v. Midas]

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Sawyer Monaghan

"It's a strange world of language in which skating on thin ice can get you into hot water.- Franklin P. Jones"

Joining up with this pair will lead to blood, something I expect to be sure. If the way they handled themselves at the bloodbath is any indication, their combined fighting prowess is truly deadly. The boat is surprisingly easy to handle, and it is an added weight that makes up for the weight I have left behind. Charas was left behind in the gathering snow like a ragdoll that a child has tired of playing with. I am certain that her body will be collected before any wandering beasts can savage it, and I don't have the time to reflect at the moment. I glance at my hand, which holds a necklace with a star shaped pendant around it. It belonged to her, and now to me. We haven't gotten far when a cannon sounds. It would appear that other fights are underway.


To my chagrin we find the tributes in question almost instantly. A bloody musclebound tribute has fallen in the snow and above him stand a boy and a girl. The boy I recognize as the one Shayde had had a vendetta against. Berkley or something like that. The pair I have deigned to travel with for the time being go after the other two with a vengeance. The one who has a slighter frame charges and cuts the girl down in a single blow, which leaves the boy for I and the taller tribute. The other who uses the same weapon as I hurls a blade and catches Berk in the arm. It is left up to me to prove me worth as well as my own prowess. As such, I let the blade fly.

[Attacks berk]

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[knife in stomach 6.5]

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[Eastern Orange]

My victory was short lived. In quick succession three tributes sprung out of no where and struck Nadia and pelted me with knives. I was forced yet again to run. It seemed that I was forever doomed to live under the stink eye of Señora Swipey. Just when I did something to appease her I was forced to do something to counteract her favor. This time was no different; I was forced to flee from a fight once again. Well, at least this time I had managed to take a life.



[ Berk uses first aid and flees]

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Sawyer Monaghan

"In skating over thin ice our safety is in our speed."- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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The battle is over before it truly had a chance to begin. Berk, if that is indeed his name, takes a look at his wounds and at the forces marshaled against him and flees as fast as his legs can take him; a bloody hatchet gripped tightly in one hand. I almost want to yell after him that running is useless as the Gamemakers force fights on a daily basis, but I hold my tongue. The last time I tried to talk to a tribute, district ten male to be exact, I had a feeling I was being largely ignored. How rude. Yet somewhat understandable. I wouldn't want to listen to someone yak on and on about the finer points of a good strategy either.

Whatever the case, Mace (I found out his name somewhat earlier)
throws some firewood to the ground and lights a match. Though I am watching the tiny flame, I find myself a little galled as both the wood and the match belonged to Charas only earlier today. He is one of the more silent tributes I have encountered this week. Few seem up to conversation to be honest. Whether its the constant looming threat of death or the chill in the air, I wouldn't know. He takes my jug filling and then melting the snow within it before handing it back. I drink it gladly, wishing I had something to add to the hot water. Chocolate would be nice. But that is a luxury that seems a world away.

It's impossible to take anything for granted in this arena and I find myself missing the little things. A nice cup of hot chocolate on a cold winters day for one. Trash cans. Flammable items. My Dads boring lectures. Ignoring said lectures. Spoons. The alleyway a block from my house. Its a sad day when you realize you miss using utensils to eat food. Food. I haven't eaten a single thing for nigh on three days, the last time being rabbit meat. The meal before that was the same. My stomach growls and twists, as I try to direct my thoughts away from eating. But as if reading my thoughts, Bundle boy, whose name is Alexander, tosses me the bloody chunks of meat that were within Charas's pack. Quietly thankful for this gift, I hold it over the fire until the outside is neaty charred and wolf it down. Hot water and rabbit meat. well, there are worse things. I take a moment to check my wound from the previous day before settling in to look around aimlessly.

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-Sawyer uses first Aid, Drinks, and Eats.-

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Midas thought this fight would be a piece of cake. He was much larger than the two allied tributes and while they had good weapons, they did not have Midas’s years of training. His plan was simple: wound the boy, kill the girl and take her coat to use for fire. His falter in the beginning however was his downfall. As he let the guilt of the death of his only ally at his own hands weigh over him, it became harder and harder to wield his dagger upon these two tributes. They didn’t seem to be having any issue attacking him however, so Midas continued on. He had to now; it was life or death.

As the fight waged on, the tributes must have picked up on his peripheral blindness in his left eye, for that is where they continued their attacks. Midas tried to use his size to take the upper hand, but the smaller tributes continued to bob and weave into his blind spot. Midas cursed to himself as his fate seemed to seal itself.

I can’t die now… he needs me… He thought as he hacked at Naida with his dagger. I made a promise… I won’t let Elise’s death be in vain!

The thought of Elise had given Midas a moment of pause again, but he snapped out of it quickly with the sting of Naida’s blade on his left thigh. He was beginning to feel dizzy from the loss of blood from his numerous wounds now. He turned to Naida to deal a final blow but halted in his tracks as Berkley dealt a fatal blow of his own to Midas with his axe. Midas roared in agony as the wound left his leg immobile and he fell into the snow soiled with his own blood. The pool of bright red around him grew quickly as he stared out into the white distance of the snow.

He figured the fighting would stop by now, but something wasn’t right. He thought more tributes had must have shown up but was too weak to look. This was it. The realization of his death sank in as he laid in a mess of his own blood. He supposed this was what he deserved, for turning on Elise the way he had. The guilt of it would never leave him. He felt something cool sliding down his neck—it was his token, the locket Julian had given him.

As the battle raged on around him, Midas slowly lifted his hand to his chest, grabbing the locket. He barely managed to open it and pull it into his line of vision, unable to lift his head. He looked for the final time on the face of the boy he loved so much that he would die for him. All he wanted was to give Julian the life he deserved, and to protect him from the horrors he could never know from his cushy lifestyle. He wanted to win the Games so Julian wouldn’t have to.

The younger version of himself in the locket smiled back at him, almost mockingly. He had no scar on his eye then. This eye wound… Julian was right; it was Midas’s downfall. The world began to grow bright around him, but it wasn’t just the snow. The white light filled his blindness too. The arena was suddenly quiet too. He couldn’t tell if the fighting had ended or his hearing was leaving him as well. A single tear rolled down Midas’s cheek as he realized he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise after all.

“Julian… I’m sorry….” Midas said softly, hoping the cameras would bring his message to the boy he loved. He tried to say more, but the energy it took to muster those words was all his body had left. The cannon fired and the large boy from District 2’s eyes stared out blankly into the arena. Midas Farrow was no more.

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