Death Beckons [Crusader vs Patricia Day 8]
Dec 17, 2014 0:01:59 GMT -5
Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Dec 17, 2014 0:01:59 GMT -5
Crusader Rhodes
district 11 male of the 68th hunger games
district 11 male of the 68th hunger games
I was alone with my thoughts throughout the day wishing I could find who murdered her. It's my fault she's dead. I promised I would protect her, but I left three times. I left her alone with her friends, and I watched her friends kill my friends. I couldn't stand the idea of her being with them. I wish Kirk was here. I loved listening to his accent when he spoke, and I admired how much he cared for Esme. I wish Animus was here. He was a fighter and he did well, but I watched as they ganged up on him. I watched as they took turns attacking him, and I wasn't able to save him. I was powerless. I wish Esme was here. She was so young and tiny. She rarely spoke to anyone, but I could tell she trusted the three of us with her life. I was devastated when she went missing, and when I found her again, I couldn't save her either. I couldn't stop the spear from piercing her eye, but I was there for her as she died. I held her in my arms as tears slid down my face. She didn't deserve to die, and it was one of Stella's friends who killed her.
I couldn't stay with Stella anymore. I didn't want to. I couldn't because I wasn't sure of her motives, but she had the two from eight with her. She was safe, and she obviously didn't need me. I didn't sleep well that night. It's been a long time since I actually slept through the entire night, but the next morning I fought Pearl, and I killed her. She's the first life I've taken in the arena, and she probably won't be the last. Every ounce of pain I felt running through my body where her cannon sounded still surges through my body today. The screams she made when her leg was sliced clean off her body. The screams I made when she took my own foot away. I never wanted to hurt her. I never meant to do anything to her, but I have my own family at home, and I wonder what they are thinking now. It was that night I saw Stella's face in the sky. I couldn't save her! I failed her like I failed Kirk and Animus and Esme and Pearl. I failed to keep my promise to make sure she went home, and in that I'm a failure. I messed up. I failed them. I've failed myself.
The anthem blasted through the arena, but no faces appeared in the sky. Nobody died meaning there's still four in the games. Patricia, the girl from six who broke Esme's arm, the kid from eight who killed Esme, and me. One of them killed Stella. One of them ended her life, and I have to find out who. I have to know which one did it so I can end theirs. Murder is wrong in all forms, but I'm a murderer. I've already killed someone, and I will kill whoever killed Stella. I promised Stella I would protect her, I promised her I wouldn't let her die, and now the best I can do is promise to kill whoever killed her. If I die, I'll take whoever it was down with me. It's the least I can do. The anthem faded away leaving me in the dark once again surrounded by the sound of the rapids tossing and turning throughout the arena. It's left me wet, and cold, but I am alive, and I plan on staying that way.
Once again I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep, and I can feel it weighing down on my body. My eyes hurt from, my muscles beg for sleep, but my mind wouldn't let me. I have a mission, and I must succeed. I move myself to my feet using the wall as a crutch holding me up. Maybe tonight will be the last night. Maybe someone will emerge from the arena as a victor and the other three be set free from the pain and sorrow and regret and torture of living in this place. Would that person be me? Would I be the one walking out of the arena alive? This isn't about me anymore. I can't be selfish enough to fight for myself anymore. No, it's not about me.
-Crusader attacks Patricia-
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1049 -- Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage