I don't believe in friends. [Khan]
Sept 12, 2012 20:41:42 GMT -5
Post by Meghan on Sept 12, 2012 20:41:42 GMT -5
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I don't know about my dreams.
I don't know about my dreamin anymore.
All that I know is
I'm fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin.
Might as well fall in.
I don't know about my dreamin anymore.
All that I know is
I'm fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin.
Might as well fall in.
Narration Speech Thoughts
Why was it that fish chose to swim in the sea rather than fly through the air and be free? Was it the lure of danger that kept them swimming through the ocean and to the feet of their hunter? Or did they not really understand what it meant to die at her hands, a fate received by so many of their friends. Perhaps they didn't see her, perhaps they only saw the cool waters of District Four and the shallow flow of the shore. It was an easy mistake to make given the circumstances. Frances wasn't moving from her spot in the water. Her feet were firmly planted shoulder width apart, her back was straight, and her hair was blowing in the wind around her. Her arms stretched to either side of her small form as if they were wings about to take flight. A net mimicked the movements of her mane as she held it tight in her left hand. In her right rested a silver trident. It was the only source of tension that could be seen in her body, her hand gripped the pole of the weapon with deliberate determination. A minute passed, and she took in a deep breath and opened her eyes ever so slightly.
There was a fury of motion as she dropped the net at her feet and speared the creature within. If I could capture this moment on camera, I wouldn't hesitate. The taking of another ferocious beast. It gallantly gave its life to be my food. Oh, little one, if only you understood your role within this world. If only you saw your death as I did. Your scales are glimmering in the falling sunlight while your blood falls upon your skin in a decoration of falling crystals and rushing water. "Oh, little one, you're dead now. Close your eyes and go at peace. Swim with your friends in the ocean that is the sky. Forgive me." Frances gathered up the now soaking net and walked back towards shore. She dropped the silent creature into a bucket labeled Moreau and wiped off her trident with a cotton rag. Then she returned to the ocean and repeated the process of her capture, spear, and dispose. Her arms spread in the wind once more and her eyes closed.