source of redemption | excalibros vs light brigade | day 2
Oct 25, 2016 1:43:01 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Oct 25, 2016 1:43:01 GMT -5
I'LL MAKE IT THROUGH, BUT NOT THIS TIME mitchell laws YOUR HOPE IS GONE, AND SO IS MINE | I hate you. Three words that he had been told so many times that it was burned into his skin. Markings of the hatred that Jack had told him. Markings of the hatred that so many others had given to him. The three words singed into his skin, like the lashing's markings upon his back. A punishment for his sins. Greed, lust, pride, all of them had been deeply ingrained within him. Skills that had no use within the district were saving him from his demise, skills that he never thought he would have used. I hate you. The words would be what Carter would have said to him if he made it back as the monster that he was becoming. A monster that he wouldn't recognize. A monster that Carter would hide from when he was little. Those three words would be the reason he could attack. The reason behind the shell of himself that could force him to strike Samira Hart, just like he had done before, but in her eyes, he can see her. The Samira Hart that used to exist within a normal world without death and survival. A world where they had no worries from killing one another an inside his heart breaks, like it had done when he kissed Jasper's lips goodbye, but in a different way. Not romantic, but more of a breaking in the way of two friends separating from each other. Samira Hart had almost stabbed him, but he still felt like if it had been some other time, some other place, he would have became friends with Samira Hart. This wasn't a fairy tale though. This was the Hunger Games where fairy tales die, and everyone dies, inside or out. Her words stab him right in the heart, twisting the knife that already was put there by himself. "Then get in line." Asha Lumiere truly wanted her dead. Mitchell Laws didn't, he wanted her to live, longer than himself. She deserved a life, just like anyone else did within the confines of the arena. As he watches Asha swing, all he can hope is that Samira can dodge quick enough. His mind fights against his body, Samira. Live please. Don't die. As his mind fights with his body, she strikes at Asha, missing him completely, like he expected the career to do. His body lurches forward fast with an opening, his hollow eyes that were already dead inside stare forward. The glint of the metal blade as it kisses whatever light it can. We all have secrets. They all had their own secrets about themselves and Mitchell wanted to know hers. He wanted to know who Samira Hart was, especially if Asha Lumiere would kill her. If Samira died, he wanted to know who she was and who she would have become. Mitchell wanted to know, but this was their reality. He couldn't know. He couldn't go back to square one. There was no get out of jail free card, only a deck of weak cards that could rip within moments. The queen of clubs stands before him like a queen should, attitude and confidence with her stance. Mitchell Laws knows he has to strike for his allies. Mitchell Laws knows he has to try and take the queen down from the castle that was hers, but everything about her made him want to leave her. They had done enough damage. And yet, he swings again, like everything in his body was fighting against his mind. I'm sorry Sam, but I have to. |
Inspired by the lovely Chelsey <3
(Attacks Samira Hart with his sword)
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(Deep Gash on cheek 8.5)sword