Give me more, more, more {npp vs p/m/g day 3}
Mar 7, 2015 6:30:33 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Mar 7, 2015 6:30:33 GMT -5
Chaske Parks
If today was your last day, and tomorrow was too late?
If today was your last day, and tomorrow was too late?
[presto][/presto] | It hurts. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every step. Yet I stand here in the snowstorm allowing myself to scan the area. Climbing the ice pillar was a huge success, and honestly I have no idea how I made it. Standing on top, retrieving the golden chest, opening it to see what was in side was one of the most exhilarating things in the world. From the time I've stepped foot into the arena, this the first thing I've done to show the world that I am me. That I am Chaske Parks, and that the Capitol doesn't own me. This alliance doesn't own me. Nobody will ever own me. Mason, my bro, turned against me. All I fucking tried to do was help him. I hate him. Hate everything about him, and I'll bash his skull in. In a slow motion, I run my hand along side my arm. He almost broke it - had he broke it, Mason Hammerfell would be dead right now. He wouldn't be alive walking around. His face would shine high in the sky for the fucking anthem. I'm coming for you Mason. I'm coming for you. Why is it so cold? Why did he turn on me? What did I do wrong? Is it wrong to offer someone food? I'll never offer him anything else ever again. Tonight when everyone is sleeping, I'm going away. Sliding away from the motherfuckers because none of them deserve my presence. None of them deserve the honor of standing next to me because they're all stupid. We'll kill him in due time. Prism almost died, though. His leg was ugly and huge, but for the time being he's alive. He's doing well, and he's surviving. That's what this takes. Surviving until the end of the games. Living because you want to live not because you have to. Killing others because you want to live. Nobody wants to kill anyone, not even this brute of a man from district two. He's always trying to show me up. To show me that he's better than me, but he doesn't understand. It's not just me. Voices live inside my brain. They talk to me. They control me. And for once, I control them. You don't own me, Chaske. You'll never own me. Nobody understands the constant war raging on inside my body as my soul argues with itself fighting over who controls my life. Over who controls my life, and right now I can't do anything other than listen and try to maintain control of myself, but one wants to dance. He wants to feast on every fucking thing in our path. The blood that runs through my veins run through his. The blood caked against my face from the cut burns through my eyes soaking into my body before diving deep into my soul. His tongue slides through it, licking it, eating it, doing whatever he can. Yet I'm in charge. I'm the one that stays focused on the fight. I swing at people. I attack people because I'm the one standing here in the hunger games. I'm the one walking through the frozen hell because the gamemakers chose to make us suffer this way. One day they'll understand. They'll see that they can't tear my soul further than it's already gone. Nobody can. My eyes turn to Mason. HE TRIED TO BREAK MY ARM! I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down. My hands shake rapidly at my side. Pain. It's not a physical pain that I can throw a bandage on, it's a pain that cuts much deeper than any weapon could slice. My heart shattered into millions of shards like a mirror falling off the wall smashing against the ground. Tiny pieces flew in every direction, and the wound is beyond repair. Mason Hammerfell will never get away with what he's done. I will kill him, and that's a promise. The fool asked for it, and now I'm coming at him with full force. A sleeping beast has been woke, and now the predator is prepared to feast on it's prey. But now isn't the time. It's not the time. I follow behind them. Mason. Prism. Wyatt. Those three are my bros. We're a band of brothers. We stick together when we're fighting, and other than that it's nothing. Mason can fight. Prism has held his own, but he's a wimp. A fucking scratch sent him end over end, but he almost died. Prism almost died. Mason was a bro. I looked to him like bro. I trusted him. I fucking trusted him, and look what he did, and now he has to die. HE WILL DIE IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO. My head drops towards the ground as I follow behind them. I'm behind far behind; if I wanted to, I could run away at any split second, yet something draws me towards them. Towards Mason. Forget him. I've heard two cannons boom throughout the arena today. Two more souls gone from the world forever. Sixteen left alive. Sixteen souls wondering through the frozen hell. Four of us gather around right here. Twelve are out there somewhere, and no matter what happens, I'll kill them. Every last one of them. Could I kill Mason? Yes, I could destroy him right now if I wanted to, but I don't. Something stops me. Prism or Wyatt? I don't want to, but it's not a matter of wanting to. I want to survive. I want to live, and that means they must die. All three of them, but for now can't think about it. I can't focus on life knowing that they're only standing in my way of victory. A band of brothers never betrays one another. Yet Mason betrayed me. (Killing them for survival wouldn't be betrayal would it?) The anthem blares through the arena, and for once I don't care who died, but for them - not because I want to, but because I respect them - I watch as their faces fly by one by one. Daphne Riot of District Four Bree Fawn of District Ten The first one surprised me. Daphne. A career. That leaves four careers left? And one of them is here beside me. Mason Hammerfell. He's definitely one hell of a man. He's a fighter, and for that I honor him. I respect him, but I won't lay my life down for him. The last face belonged to a young girl. She couldn't have been no more than twelve. For a split second my heart broke, but I threw the emotion away. A smile laced with malice slid across my face. Two more down. Two more dead tributes. I should be sad, but I can't. I don't fucking care. She's one less tribute to kill. One less person standing in my way. One less person. Leaving sixteen alive. Only fifteen more standing in my way of total victory. That night we rest, and I close my eyes gripping onto the hatchets as tight as I possibly can. I'm prepared to fight, and part of me feels like Mason will sneak up on me and try to kill me, yet that won't happen. It can't happen because right now I'm valuable to him. He needs me in order to make the kill shots - without me he wouldn't be standing here alive right now. He wouldn't have the kills of the mutts, and he sure as hell wouldn't have his food. Kill him. Now's the time! Prism and Mason whisper in hushed voices, and I slow my breathing down pretending to be asleep as I try to take in everything they say. Both lost their district partners, and that's what they're talking about. And then the most surprising thing of all happens. Mason Apologizes for attacking me. I inhale slowly fighting to keep still because that is a lie! If he was sorry, he would say it to my face. He would tell me. Mason is a coward. A stupid coward, and tonight is the night. Tonight he will die. Tomorrow night his face will shine above the sky. Finally their voices grow quiet, and I turn around to face them. All three of them are asleep. All three of them snoozing restlessly underneath the sky. I tighten my grip on one of the throwing hatchets. Right now. While he's sleeping. Kill him, Chaske, kill him! I'm moving towards him my eyes fixed on his head. My eyes shift between the blade of the hatchet and his skull. All I have to do is bash this thing against his head. Bash the blade deep into his brain and he'll be dead. I'll be the one ruling the world. My kingdom will stand. The walls raise higher and higher every single day, and this will make it so nobody can infiltrate. Kill him! Kneeling down beside him, I raise the hatchet high into the sky. "On the count of three." I whisper silently to myself. "One Two Three." The hatchet slowly moves towards his head, and I'm about to kill him, but at the last possible second I stop. Tears spring from my eyes. He's my bro. He doesn't deserve to die this way. None of us deserve to die, and here I am trying to kill my bro. I want him to die, but not like this. Not in his sleep. It would only make me a coward. A coward that's all I am. Inhaling sharply, I turn away from him, and I'm on my feet again moving away from him. My hands shake as I clip the hatchet with the other nine of them. And I'm far away. My knees drawn in towards my chest, my head resting on my knees I spend the night sobbing. What happened? What have I become? And I wait until a new day. I wait for them to stir. "Come on let's move." My voice shows the pain lurking inside my body. My eyes burn from no sleep. I don't wait for them to answer, I just move ahead watching where I go as I wonder who I can fucking kill today. Who will die? Who's face will appear in the sky tonight? We're moving again. (Isn't that all this is? Moving again and again?) Moving away from the pillars into a giant forest. A fucking huge forest full of trees I've never seen before in my entire life. Leaves coated with a solid white from the snow. My eyes widen as I look at them - it's like I'm a child that's been given the best birthday present in the world. Play. Can we play? I shake my head as I keep walking around terrified of touching any branch. Terrified they might fall on me if I'm not careful. Back home there's trees, yes, but there's not this many. It's an over abundance of factories. Sewing factories. Shampoo factories. Soap factories. Every factory someone can think of pollutes the air every single day. I've lived there. Breathed in the smoke filling the sky. If that won't kill me, a little cold air won't either. A branch cracks in the distance, and once more I know we aren't alone. We're never alone. The Capitol knows all. I know all. |
Chaske attacks {Gaia} | throwing hatchet
jNYkoDP7throwing axe
[result:10106 -- Bruised Back -- 2.5 damage ]
jNYkoDP7throwing axe
[result:10106 -- Bruised Back -- 2.5 damage ]