this cannot be real ; ee/ee+ls/rb+ia/ck [ day 1.5 ]
Feb 20, 2017 16:05:37 GMT -5
Post by ghosty on Feb 20, 2017 16:05:37 GMT -5
Fear; the bitter taste of fear was what seeped into my mouth. I've lost my sister. The corridors were silent, other than the beating of a strained heart in harmony with its' mirror; it's not used to the weight of fear. It weighs down my steps to nothing more than a labored shuffles along the ground. Fingers writhed down my wrists, wrought out from horrible whispers in the back of my head.
{ bang, bang, bang shouts the cannon. iris, helios, brooke. }
Just Elva and I in this corridor, at least she's the only other thing that I can hear. My mind wanders to the promises on the rooftop just last night. It feels an awful lot longer than that. Elva's fingers remain just a breath away from mine; I promised that I'd never let her go.
I couldn't bare to lose another sister; Elva was my strength. If she was to go, it'd be like looking into a mirror and seeing nothing other than darkness staring straight back. We share the same heart, Elva and I. No one can survive without half a heart.
Heartbeat thunders inside my chest: Iris is wandering alone in a a maze of corridors. Elva and I escaped unharmed, falling through the trapdoors into this horrible maze. I don't want to think about how badly she got hit, if she got out... if we'll see her again.
I place my head against the wall; finally something solid in this place of chaos. Cursed even. It feels like a dream; all too vibrant to be real. Oh, so much do I want to wake up and realise that this was all just a horrible dream and I'd be back at home, with Elva, Iris, Jeq sat next to me at the table like nothing had ever changed. That the Hunger Games was all just another horrible dream.
Yet, it seems too real. The cannons echoed down these halls, and if I strained, I could still hear them through the towering pathways above me. I don't want to hear them any more: I dread to think who they are to represent.
"We have to find Iris. She can't be safe in this place. Any ideas on how to get out of this damn maze?" Stolen glances to the paintings on the walls, repetition. I remember what I learnt when i was little; repetition is never natural.
Footsteps slowly pace towards us -- too hard for Iris. Around the corner.
"Elva, don't let me be like our parents," the words tumble soundlessly to the air. I never wanted to hurt someone, yet in this place. it's the only way to wake up from the nightmare.
I swing around the corner.
[attacks lazarus stroms, unarmed]
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[5009 -- Thrown to Ground -- 0.5 damage]
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[5009 -- Thrown to Ground -- 0.5 damage]