I Measure Every Grief // [DW vs. MR Day 4]
Nov 22, 2013 19:45:57 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Nov 22, 2013 19:45:57 GMT -5
[/I][/color][/center]It's just another war
Just another family torn
(Falling from my faith today)
Just a step from the edge
Just another day in the world we live
I remember watching the games from last year, with all the fights that went on. I didn't have a favorite to cheer for since Jabber, my
The sound of the desperation that flows through the air as we all fight for our survival. Only one of us can win. Only one of us will go home. Only one will wear the crown of eternal glory. Is it really worth eternal glory to kill other children? Is it really worth ending lives of others so I can go home? I can stand here questioning this forever, an the answer won't change. I want to go home. I want to return home to my family that's hopeful I will survive. Will I survive? Will I go home to my family? Will I win the crown of victory? As much as I want to, I don't see it possible. I don't see myself winning. I see myself going home in that box Jabber came home in. He's buried six feet under the ground. He's free from this world. He left me here. He's the reason I'm here today. If he won, would I still be here? Nobody knows that answer. Nobody will ever know the answer because he's gone forever just like I will be very soon. I'll be home. I'll be free. I'll finally be free.
The sound of metal weapons soaring through the air clashing into one another fills my ears. My own weapon slicing through the skin of those that are trying to kill me; those I'm trying to kill. The feeling of the metal upon flesh slicing into the elegant skin forcing the blood to drain onto the ground staining the once pearly white snow from the mountains a crimson red. The screams of the pain rings through the sky. My allies standing by my side fighting along with me trying to help me. The weapon of Jim's district partner slicing off the ear of Beatrice. Blood gushing from the gaping hole that now exists in the side of her face. The weapon of Sticky flies swiftly through the air landing the deep gash on Lucy's arm. The threats of my own that escaped me from deep within as I threaten to slice the head clean off the girl that took part of me away. My own blade of the axe soars through the air slicing into her right ankle. I can feel the blade slicing through the bone.. And that's when I lose it.
My tiny, shattered heart leaps in my chest sending shards flying in every direction. Agony floods my veins running from my head to my toes. Every breath I breathe becomes painful as my chest tightens suffocating me. An iron hand wraps itself around my neck. The grip grows tighter each and every second. I can't breathe. The accelerated shaking of my hand racks the axe I'm holding onto. A high pitch shriek erupts from inside me like a volcano sending the ash flying everywhere. The hand on my throat picks me up off the ground slinging me around like a rag doll. I kick my feet as I struggle against it. A spark is set to my lungs. Liquid fire pulses into the lungs setting them aflame. A loud roar fills my ears. What have I done? What have I done? My lungs scream for me to fill them with the precious oxygen that's needed to supply every organ of my body. Flames dance in the whites of my eyes. The iron grip raises me higher into the air. I flail around trying to get free from the grip that's holding me is loose sending me falling helplessly to the ground.
I'm frozen in my tracks, unable to move. My feet glued to the ground. My eyes wide as complete shock floats through my veins and registers on my face. Nothing make sense to me anymore. Tears form in my eyes as I stare at Lucy, then at the girl from ten. The girl who's district partner's head is tied to Beatrice. I hate them, but I don't hate them. I hate them for attacking me. I hate them for trying to kill me, but I don't blame them. They want to go home just as much as I do. They want to go home too. A single tear runs down my face mixing with the blood and the rain. The rain isn't even calming anymore. Nothing is calming anymore. My heart races under my chest as I stand, frozen, watching them come at me. I feel like I've stepped in cement. My legs unable to move no matter how many times I try to make it happen. Is this what death feels like? "The crown, the throne. Victory. It's make-believe. Nobody here wins. So what are you fighting for?"
What am I fighting for? I never thought of it before, and I think a moment too long. Her blade strikes me in the chest sending more of my blood tumbling to the ground. The tears that formed in my eyes stream down my face like a waterfall. My muscles convulse with every moment I force myself to carry on. My vision starts to fade. My heart racing under my chest like the mighty fairies going to war. The fairies stop in my stomach and dance around causing me to feel sick. I look at her unsure of what to say. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm dying, and nobody even cares. The fairies have all fled. I'm all alone without anyone to help me. Crack! Pain shoots from my collar bone as screams flow from my mouth. Loud sobs fill the air surrounding me. My breathing picks up rapidly. My entire body screams for the pain to end. It's more than anything I've ever felt before. Ma, help me! Please Ma! Make it stop. Please! Every breathe I take sends a new pain. A pain that I never thought I would experience, but here it is now. The pain of death. Reality slaps me hard across the face as I realize, I'm actually going to die.
"Do-do you rea-really want to know wh-what I'm fighting for? N-n-not th-that it m-m-matters an-an-anymore an-anyw-way," I ask her between the shallow painful breaths. The faint hammering of my heart echoing inside my head as I try to speak, as I try to wipe away all the emotions. "B-but I-I'm fighting f-for my family. F-for my Ma, and Pa. F-for my br-brothers, Wes, Stellar, Mocking, and Red. F-f-for my s-sisters, Fawn, M-m-mist my twin, and my b-b-baby sister, Violet. I-I-I'm also f-f-fighting to keep the memory of Jabber alive. I t-t-told them I-I-I would try to m-m-make th-th-them proud, and m-m-most im-im-importantly, I-I-I'm fighting b-b-because I d-d-don't want t-t-to d-d-die." Every word I say is painful. It hurts to breathe. I can feel myself growing weaker each and every second I'm standing. I can feel myself slowly falling away from everything as the world around me turns to grey. I try to keep myself standing on my feet. I will not go down as a coward. I will go down as a brave, valiant fairy I was raised to be. My own body starts to fail me as I stagger around trying to prepare my next attack. I want to kill her. I want to kill her before she can kill me. I want to take her out. But I don't think it's possible. She's in much better shape than I am.
"G-go r-r-right a-ahead." My voice shakes as I try to reply to that threat from the evil fairies lips. "B-b-break th-them. I-I-I d-d-don't c-c-care. Y-y-you can br-br-break them all." I can feel the blood pooling inside me. The bitter, metallic taste of blood leaves my stomach in knots. "I-I-I'll n-n-not even cry." I never thought I would be dying. I never thought I would experience anything like this. I always dreamed I would die of old age back in district nine. I thought I would be laying in bed reading stories to my children, maybe even grandchildren, reading them to sleep sending them to that world that only exists in dreams, and books. I'll never have children. I'll never experience the joy of getting married. I'll never see my family get married. I'll never be able to comfort Mist anymore. I'll never be able to tell Red another story. I'll never tell them how much I need them right now. I'll never know if I made them proud. I can feel all the blood rushing away from my face leaving it a deathly pale. Red, my brother I tried to reason with. My brother I only wanted to tell a story to. He'll never be able to hear me. I'll never be able to look into his sightless eyes again. Twenty four go in, and twenty three will never see the life outside the arena again. Am I one of those twenty-three? I reckon I am.
I find every ounce of strength remaining inside me. Every bit of fight I can find I pull inwards giving me the strength to get off one more attack. One more attack to help them kill. One more attack to destroy them. I just need one more attack. One more attack then all this pain can stop. With a convulsing hand, I awkwardly bring the axe above my head again. My body screaming at me to stop as pain shoots through me. Every single muscle inside me aches. My lungs are screaming at me to stop. My arm barely able to hold the weight of the axe in my hand from the white bone that's sticking out of my once unharmed collar bone. I shift my weight from my left leg to the right leg as the pain surges through my knee. Pain. Pain is now my new life. I look at Lucy my eyes wide as I swing the axe at her with as much force as my arm will allow. "I-I-I guess th-this g-g-goes to sh-sh-show th-th-that y-y-you r-r-really are s-s-stronger th-than me, b-b-but I-I-I want to go down w-w-with a sm-smile on my f-f-face k-k-knowing I h-h-have made th-th-them p-p-proud. I-I-I have m-m-made them p-proud."
I turn to face my allies. Shame washed all over my face. I don't want to die by the hands of the other three here. I don't want them to kill me. "Don't let-" My words are cut off as I see the blade of Jim's own district partner swinging through the air aimed with such a force to kill Beatrice. "Beatrice!" In a matter of seconds the head is in front of Jim's district partner's face. She's yelling insults at her. I can feel the anger boiling inside my veins. I can feel the blood rushing to my face. She has the stupidity to tell us to back off and she'd leave us alone. You stupid bitch. You will pay for what you have done. You will pay for killing her. You will die. I turn to face Jim, and Sticky unsure of what to do or even think. My chin is dropped to the floor as loud howls escape me. I turn to face them, the evil fairies. I can feel the flames dancing on my skin. "You!" Tears from the anger, from the pain flood down my face. She's gone. My hero is gone. My hero has passed on.
Narration 4C4361
Thoughts A091AE
Hearing 80779B
Speech A3A3D0
Other DECDD1
Thoughts A091AE
Hearing 80779B
Speech A3A3D0
Other DECDD1
Attacks Lucy with Axe
[dice=200+11000]
11130 -- Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4.0 damage
(Axe)
OOC: Graphic credit goes to Shrimp <3
Lyrics: Hero by Skillet
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