fifteen candles }} ID, Los [day 1]
Oct 27, 2013 11:36:37 GMT -5
Post by semper on Oct 27, 2013 11:36:37 GMT -5
[/size][/justify]s h a d o w b i s o n
The only thing that ran through your mind was I made it. Through the carnage you had prevailed against the odds you had set yourself up against. And, logically, you didn’t expect yourself to survive. You were small, frail, and hardly had a mean bone in your body. The sword, too, was quite hard to handle so it was no wonder you didn’t land any good attacks on people. The blade itself was longer than your body and incredibly heavy, so it took far too much effort to even hold it upright. Why on earth would they give us such huge weapons? For the most part you simply dragged the sword around until you came up with the idea to use the strap of the purse to wrap below the hilt, creating a sort of sling to hold it up across your back. It kept you from having to occupy your hands and keep track of it, let alone all your other items, at the same time.
With Eden dead and Hope out of sight, you wanted nothing more than to leave the place where other children had lost their lives. So you headed out, leaving behind the severed limbs and dead bodies, moving toward the hedges that towered above you. You were scared of what lay ahead, yes, but the thrill of running through the bloodbath unscathed prompted you to take the first step into the maze, the comfort of Cassie’s presence close by reassuring your actions.
Is it wrong that I am not affected as much by Eden’s death as I thought I would be? She was such a sly person and you recalled when she tracked a rat that was in your room on the fifth floor; it amazed you how she could be so determined in finding a small creature like that, who could maneuver through the walls and had endless hiding places. In the end you looked up to her, much like you would an older sibling, but that security of having a role model quickly fell wholly unto Cassie’s shoulders after a blade took Eden’s life. I never would have thought that she would be dead in only a day. In the training center you never believed that anyone around you would truly be dead, but you had seen Eden being stabbed, seen her go down, seen the blood pumping out of her neck like a spout with no stopper. There was nothing you could have done and it haunted you. The guilt seized you and you came to an abrupt stop, lead-footed.
I’ll make it up to her – I’ll… I’ll… I’ll do something good!
But what could you do? Only Cassie was with you and you both were exhausted, covered in someone else’s blood, sweating and dirty. You did not have any useful items to help people (although I did help Hope before she fled) but, perhaps…
Isn’t it Emery’s birthday today?
You remembered overhearing a few of the mentors talking quietly, mentioning something about “how sad it was that the bloodbath was on Emery’s birthday.” Whether or not it was really true, it would be enough to make you feel better about making up for the injuries dealt to people by celebrating one’s life they still had.
You searched through the entrance of the maze and found a muddy spot on the ground. You dropped to your knees and used your hands to scoop up the mud, molding it into a shape that very roughly resembled a cake, though it looked more like just a pile of earth. It did not matter to you, however; you picked leaves off of the hedge and stuck them into the mud cake by the stem as if they were candles, and you smiled at your little creation. The thing certainly was nothing to be excited over, but to you it was perfect.
There was a rustling behind you and your attention snapped around, spotting the familiar face of the girl you were just about to go find. You carefully scooped up the mud cake, making sure all the leaves stayed in place before trotting over to her, the tip of the sword bouncing against the ground as you went along.
”Eme—Emery!” You called out, a light grin drawing across your face. ”The other day, um, I heard some of the adults talking and saying that today was your birthday.” You extended your hands to her, presenting the masterpiece. ”It-it’s not much, but I hope you like it. Happy birthday, Emery!”