with one lung [charlotte vs erebus, day 6]
Jul 26, 2014 10:38:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2014 10:38:37 GMT -5
knifeThat night she cried; she cried like each bawl emptied some dam and eventually it'd run out, but it never did. And she realized this is what pain is, not the scars built into her chest and leg and arms but the feeling of those cuts being the least hollow part of her body, because those can be healed but this missing can't (her mother always said that time could heal all, but she didn't have any fucking time left, not her or Aelia). She left them alone for one day, and Aelia already got herself killed like it was so difficult to come back to her; the only thing that hurt as much was that she didn't know who's fault it was. Owen was supposed to keep her alive, to protect her until Charlotte could come back and do it herself, but fuck's sakes of course he couldn't keep up his side of the deal. Why would he, fucking useless.
But she was just as much. Here she was, this career status girl in the top 8, trapped against one wall with only one leg and another bloody stump. If it wasn't for Leon - it forced shivers down her back to say it, even mouthing the fact that she needed help from him again was like the plague - she'd still be pinned under Dan's body and corresponding nub of an arm and gallons of blood painting her hair together like glue. She'd be dead. And she refused, but fucking hell did she even have a choice. Death kissed her neck with every passing second because the time was coming, beforehand she knew that her time was pressed most likely; that she would have seven days at best. But here it was, day six, and odds are she wouldn't see day seven.
Just her luck too, Aelia didn't see day six, but Owen did, and Leon did, and herself managed too. And that mattered somewhat, right? Every heartbeat powered by the catalyst of her most vital reminded her that she was alive, that she could make it out, but really, could she. What was the chances that she could take them all out; Gavin, Dan, Jem. All dead along side with that rat and Aelia, and it was a miracle her face wasn't beside the likes of them last night. That fucking vulture pecked at her and it made sense a little. Death was still around her, because Vultures were like the reaper's pets, and they knew death like that back of their hands.
There wasn't a chance she'd live.
That was the main thing she knew, even huddled against old, cracked bricks harder than her head before the games, she knew that it was coming to be that time. She shook through the night like the dust swirling around feet away, dying hurt right? Wasn't it supposed to be this like, intense tightening and then release.
Free.
If it all ended, she'd be free from this fucking pain, and this damn missing leg, and she'd be dead but more alive than she'd been these past six days, right? It'd be okay. She wouldn't have to be such a bitch all the time just to get by, and that was what terrified her the most of it all. She wouldn't be anything but dead. The thing she sought out not to be was the path all along, some nameless causality. And the only way around that was to fling around this arena with one damn leg, and whatever she had left.
The boy from the feast, that other one-foot monstrosity, he was barely feet away, crawling just the same. They were two of the same in a way, fucked over by the odds. But there was only eight left, just a simple eight; flipped sideways that was infinity and that brought a chuckle to her throat.
Nothing was infinite.
[attacks erebae]
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[2124 -- Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage]
"I'm not sorry."