this isn't the end :: abel's end

[ghosty]

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Abel MacLaren I knew the second that my arm dropped onto the ground that this was the end. No more chances, no one around to even rescue me from the jaws of death. It was the time leading, without a doubt, that the gripping arms of Ripred above decided that I was His next friend, the next person that He'd claim. And I don't fight it, I greet it. But beg, beg for one last moment with Geo, and Gabi. Say goodbye before I left. And someone might as well have thrust a dagger straight into my heart, as Gabi falls to the ground, the ground greeting her with an ice cold embrace of nothingness. And I want to get up, to run over towards her, help her back up, but I can't. No matter how much I try to push against the floor, it keeps me there. The chains of death were already tightening around my body to the ground. And I can't fight against mortal chains. And, Geo and Tybalt's eyes locking onto our still bodies, panic rising each and every second. And I want to call Geo over to me, to say thank you for looking after me, but my lips stay locked together, the blood from those monsters blades from within my veins. And open they do, the iron tang entering my mouth, making me spit, and writhe, like an agony that everyone can't feel. But there's no agony, only peace. None of the combat around was happening, too much murder done in this room, too much blood already spilt. And a croak emerges, a croak not of pain, but of disuse. And it calls out weakly against the silence, trying to battle against the growing nothingness of the room. "Geo." I shut my eyes. The darkness is calming, a relief of everything that I've experienced in my short life. And I think back to District 10, and Sam's face appears, a guardian towards all my thoughts of home. I'm sorry that I lied. I'm sorry that I died. And I'm sorry that I got your hopes up for the impossible. Because he must of known, for even I knew, that nothing would get me home other than a numbered box, soon to be a numbered box just buried in the soil back home. And at least that I would go home, have the earth that I knew as my own cover the place where some Capitol person drops my corpse in. And not even a whole one, just a broken wreck caused by merely a game. But this is oh so more than that. It's a dehumaniser. But not everyone is a monster. My eyes flutter open, no effort left to open them with any force. And I see Geo's worried face, lathered with face paint, and beaming red smile, from cheek to cheek. And despite the situation, I laugh, a throaty, painful laugh that probably messed up my body. Or the dying former body that I used to call my own. Again, the croaky, cracking voice called out, "What's in ya book? Let it be jokes. I like jokes." And he opens his mouth, and I can't hear the words that tumble out. I want to shout at him that I can't hear him, but that won't help him. The words would barely scratch over his, and I would be silent. And I let the darkness take me. B A N G. end of abel maclaren *    *    * Okay, these games have been an amazing one for me, particularly because I was having so much fun! But without these people, it wouldn't have been as good.  Artemis: Without you, I would've never of had Abel in the first place, and the justice building thread was literally one of the most heartfelt moments in all the time I've been on site. Also, Sam </333 the companion thread gave me so many feels. Thank you for everything that you've done for Abel. Sage, mat and ali: THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! <33 Without you, I would've really struggled to have a game as amazing as this one has been. All three of you were around when I needed you, and all the laughs were amazing. Ali, I'm sorry that Gabi went when she did, and I'm so happy that you set a new personal best on games day xD. Ani, you weren't around for most of the actual games, but while you were, you helped so much. And Mattio, thank you so much for everything, the puns that kept me smiling, and especially the amazing post in his death thread. And Ani and Mattio, good luck in the rest of the games. Baby Wessex d9b [earthling], анзие (Anz), L△LIA and Cato: Thanks for an incredible first trib vs trib fight! All of you and your hilarious ideas, and being in a thread with the BARF's was literally an honour. It's a shame that Kerkee, Nat and Gunner can't make it change the rules because they would've been an amazing victors. But, Catoe, carry on, cos I would love to see you victor. *: It was AMAZING to see you with a trib, and I hope that you do amazing in these games. Thank you for being there for my occasional rants, it was helpful for me. Best of luck for day 4 and beyond. <3 Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] and Knuckles: Both of you, thank you so much for being a question and an occasional rant wall, it helped me sooo much, and made me so calm for these games. Thank you again. <3 Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] and shrimp: These games have been amazing, and that was in part due to the amazing arena and unique ideas that you two had. I know these games haven't been the easiest, but it was enjoyable for me, and I hope that I hadn't asked too many questions. xD Carry on the rest of the games with vigour, because I'm sure the next days will be as good, maybe better. <33 All sponsorship people: Thank you for sponsoring! All other tribs: Best of luck in the rest of the games!

[mat]

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Geo Venn the joker They are pushing Gabrielle and Abel towards us because they’re broken bodies cannot move on their own anymore. Why aren’t they just letting us leave in peace? Why can’t they just leave us alone? I’m too afraid to ask, and I look over at both of them, blood dripping. Abel’s arm is gone, and his eyes look too innocent. It’s still too soon, I think, but it isn’t feasible to save them now. It’s too late to give them first aid, probably to save their lives. They’re both dying, and Tybalt and I are tied up beside them. Just be grateful it wasn’t you, Geo. Be grateful they didn’t target you. I cannot be grateful enough that I’m still sitting here, alive and healthy while those two are turning lifeless. The doors of death are beckoning to open for them. Please don’t go yet. Please. Let me make you smile one final time I silently walk over, staring at the crazy girl eying all four of us down, but when I lay closer to Abel, maybe it’ll give a vibe that I’m only trying to comfort him. I’m only trying to make him smile. Two items fly down and into the factory, directed towards me. As they drop, it reveals a fairly thick book and makeup of some kind. Make him smile. Laughing counts too, y’know. I quickly take out the makeup. I’ve never applied makeup, ever, and without a mirror, it will probably be difficult to do correctly. I dab my fingers into the green paint and run it swiftly through my hair, scrubbing it inside and out. Hurry up, Geo! He could die anytime now… as if finish practically dying my hair green with paint, I wipe off the green stains on the leather outfit that I’ve worn for days now. It feels sticky from running around like crazy for three days straight. I dab my fingers into the lightest grey (also the only grey, but it seems too light) and smear it onto my face. Next, I bob my right index finger into the black and circle it around my eyes. The clock isn’t going to stop ticking just because you want it to, Geo. I wipe the greyish black onto the concrete of the factory, making sure every last smudge is off of my hands. To finish it off, I swirl the red around with my thumb and connect both of my grey cheeks with a smile that looks like a clown. But if it’s a clown that will Abel MacLaren smile, so be it. I stare at his innocent eyes, and then I hear the soft voice I haven’t heard in such a long time. The voice is too hushed and weakened to stay around for long. His life is broken, shattered into a million pieces on the floor. There are too many pieces of the puzzle lost, the breaking was too big for all the pieces to be nearby. He is being swallowed by the thing that almost everyone fears, death, yet Abel is still laughing. I hope he isn’t going crazy while he dies. I hope, I hope, I hope. Please hope, don’t ruin his life in his last moments. Don’t you dare…. I stare into his eyes again. They are too vibrant to be flushed down so soon. They are crystalized, and I hug him. ”What’s in ya book? Let it be jokes, I like jokes,” he speaks just as I let go of him. I look at the book, which is entitled “Book O’ Puns”. I laugh. ”I guess it’s jokes,” I say, flipping open the book to a random page. I read the pun quietly to myself, and then aloud, ”The chicken is laughing at me,” I begin, keeping my ears open for the cannons that could sound his death. There have been plenty already these Games, please don’t let there be any right now. I continue, ”so, I accuse him of bocking me,” I say, laughing. I look at him, his eyes dazing out, and I continue. ”Abel,” I begin to speak, sounding broken. Tears begin to moisten up the barely dry facepaint. ”Abel. What goes up but never comes down? Think about it, and don’t stop, okay?” I ask him to keep thinking. He has to keep his mindset flowing. The brain doesn’t die until you let it. ”Are you thinking about it,” my words begin to appear more frantic as he looks deader by the second. No, Geo you’re letting him die. You’re fucking letting him die, you’re making him hurt even more. You’re making him think of things he doesn’t want to think of. Let him think of his family, you fucking screw up. I breathe in and out louder. Just leave him alone, my eyes bulge at his as they seem to be fading out. You’re not letting him wonder about what’s truly important, I continue to call out his name, hoping that he is still listening. LET HIM DIE IN PEACE, I can’t, I can’t just let him go. I have to be here when he dies, I have to know if it’s him. I have to. I have to. I have to. You promised you’d watch his back in the Games. I begin to feel the tears fill up my eye sockets. I promised I would protect him. His innocence. He isn’t in the Games anymore, he’s DYING. And let him die in peace you smartass bitch. I let them flow out, and the paint smears. I could honestly care less. ”Abel. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, I wanted you to-“ I begin to speak, faster and faster, but before I can finish, I am interrupted by a loud bang, and then I finish. ”survive.” I try not to make myself seem weak as he’s now dead, but I cannot help it. I didn’t help him survive. His loving heart is gone now, and it’s all because of me. Great, idiot. You let him die thinking about you instead of what’s truly important. I allow my nose to moisten up as well as I hang on to the first and last words of him. ‘Hey! Wait! I just want to talk. I just want someone to watch my back.’ The first words he said to me stuck by me. His innocent accent was accompanied by a boy so mature and caring that I couldn’t say no. Accents and caring are two things that are so great, and they are the perfect combination. But I failed him. I didn’t watch his back when Gunner threw a bag over his head, or when she gave him the killing blow. I could do almost nothing to stop it, and I promised myself I would make sure he would live until I died. His last words, ‘I like jokes’. He likes jokes, and so do I. I gave him some, but I can’t even tell if he heard them. ”I’m sorry I couldn’t save you,” I whisper, and then I put my head down and weep. Yeah, you cry your pathetic ass off. You practically ruined his life, attention whore. I wrap some bandages that he gave me around my leg wound from the rats. How many times should I say sorry? As many times as the clock on the tower ticks and tocks, I begin. Tick ”Sorry,” Tock ”Sorry, Tick ”Sorry,” Tock ”Sorry,” I continue, knowing that I will be saying sorry for eternity. The clock is still Eternally Ticking Rest in peace, Abel MacLaren, I think. Rest in peace. [receives Facepaint and Book O’ Puns from Sponsorship] [facepaints himself] [uses 5ft of bandages on himself for -1] [geo scoots back over to more sobbing with prison sadness]