The Bloodbath
Oct 5, 2014 15:11:58 GMT -5
Post by rook on Oct 5, 2014 15:11:58 GMT -5
PATRICIA VALFIERNOLiving in a cruel world, drudging with my feet in the snow
On a day out, and it's a night now
Doctor, I've been walking by the side of the road
For a long time, and I'm going out of my mind.Despite the screaming and pleading, I do not give the girl mercy. There is no place for mercy in the Hunger Games. Mercy gets you killed. I grip the bone carved hilt of my blade tightly in my left hand - To drop it in this darkness would be a disaster. It has been my salvation. My lifeline.
I don't know her name or her District. All I know is that she is in front of me, weak and near death. My goal is not to kill and slaughter my way to victory. I know what I have to do to survive. But that doesn't mean that I will allow someone to live who poses a threat to us in the future. In this darkness, we can't allow people to live. We just can't.
I put on a mask of ruthless indifference, and approach the girl again. Her features are highlighted in a faint, milky orange. The flicker of a flame in the cornucopia is fast fading. The screams and shouts of other Tributes are dwindling just as quickly, signalling that they are fleeing the massacre. Is it that simple? Are people really that afraid of the monsters in the dark?
I'm not sorry. Killing is part of this process. It's part of survival. Kill or be killed, and there's no alternative, so why be sorry? This is necessary. I have always done what is necessary.
Killing is all we can do now. Like the blood of these Tributes will someone make us see in the dark. Of course, it makes us see in other ways. We see what monsters we must become to survive in this hell. It's futile. We can't blame ourselves. We didn't make ourselves into these monsters, rather we were sculpted. Hand carved pawns. But nothing is black and white, not anymore.
Not when the game is so complex.
I hold my gaze on the girl as she falls to the floor, her back slashed agape. She hits the floor, motionless. She's dead. I screw up my face, acting as indifferent as I can. Am I even acting? I feel no different now I am a murderer.
Pearl looks at the body, unmoving amidst the black chaos. I frown.
"I thought you Careers had the stomach for this kind of thing..."
I walk towards the nearest screams, filled with a strange determination to clear the cornucopia of the living. That's the next step in surviving.
I find a new target, and wipe them out.
[Patricia Valfierno attacks Ryin Sileece, Bone Sword]
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[Severed Right Foot at Ankle -- 9.0 damage]
[Patricia picks up 3 Matches]Sitting on a rooftop, crazy days are coming again
I'll be running, but I'll be hidden in the masquerade
So far from me now, but oh I can hear the sound
Can't you hear the bells singing alone? You will hear it on the radiographics: rook
theme: hear the bells by porter robinson
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