this old mansion of bones. [ day four ]

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

Saummerand felt crazy. He was crazy, really. Once he was back into the green room he went to the one spot in the corner that he and Diorite often went to. He placed his bag down, his sword on the ground and he slid down against the wall. He felt empty. Lonely. How else would he feel if the only friend he knew wasn't here anymore? His brother couldn't come in here, there was no way that the dumbass would think about that. Saummer was lonely then. It was no shocker to him. It was because he took Diorite's friendship as a lie. The moment she walked away with Atlas and joined hands with him, unified their hands as one and left Saummer alone in the dark, he thought she was a lie. He thought that friendship was a lie. And now that she's gone, all he wishes is that it was a truth.

He couldn't bring himself to watch the flash of fourfivesixseven people above his eyes in the night. Saummer didn't want to recognize that it was his fault. All he wanted to do was help his friend ally. The male just wanted to have someone to talk to in times like this, where you feel guilty. He wanted someone to talk to, be real with. Because he trusted Diorite with that kind of stuff. She helped him out of the bloodbath when they started, Diorite helped him. She wanted him alive.

She saved him day two.

He killed her day three.

you're a backstabber.

you're a liar.

you'e a horrible friend.

you killed her.

The demons that vibrated throughout his brain made his world a sleepless nightmare, and nothing good ever comes out of sleeping when the world's demons are conquering you.

He awoke with bagged eyes and emotionless thoughts. How could he have emotion? He let his best friend ally die, how could Saummerand live with that? What kind of villain would live on life without being affected by that? No tears, no anything.. Just the title of a backstabber, the least loyal friend companion you could ever have. Saummer had to live with that burden on his back, and he didn't know what to think of it.

Saummer started his daily walk that consisted of hauling his bag around, the only thing different was the missing footsteps that followed his. There was no different expectation for today, he was only just waiting for the fight of the day to start. What was a day without the fight? This was the Games schedule. Wake up, fight, run back to the greenroom. He hasn't tasted the outdoors for days, but maybe he will be once his fight ends. It's always good to have hope when the world's hell is right around the corner.

Turning the corner, Saummer met eyes with a man from Seven. He remembered that man from the first day when they got into that minor fight, and now it was only them. It's time to finish what they started. Saummer would feel bad, but he's already killed. Death is nothing new to the 23 men, women, and children that still seem to hobble along in this fucked up torture chamber.

When he attacked, he told himself that he wasn't sorry.

But was he?

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I felt wonderful leaving Sage behind. I could be by myself. I didn't have to worry about having to defend anyone else. Now my mission is to find Seth, which should be easy. At least, I would have thought it was easy. I needed to stop at one point in order to get some rest. Setting up camp for myself, I watched the anthem in a beautiful silence, with the exception of the anthem blaring. The first two names I had no relocation of. A District 1 and a District 2 both died and now out of the way. However, the third name brought a small pang of guilt before I surpassed it. Ivar Hammerfall. Deep down, I had expected him to go farther, but I guess I was wrong. I wasn't too attached to him, but I had liked him from the two times I did meet with him. Four more names circulated through the sky, two from 4 and two from 6. I didn't care for who they were, but I was happy that they had died. Then the 8th face popped up: Seth Brogan

Seth is dead. The singular thought circulated through my mind as I watched his face pop up and then get replaced. I couldn't focus on the other three faces, nor would I have cared. Denial swept through my mind. I wouldn't accept that he had died. I didn't want to believe it. I loved him, and he had been torn away from me. I didn't even get a chance to see him. Staring at the empty sky in disbelief, I couldn't shake off the feeling that it was my fault, that I wasn't there for him. If I had been with him, he wouldn't have died. Anger bubbles in me as I remember me being with Sage. Rage fills em up. Thoughts of blaming him for Seth's death rise, and the more I thought about them, the more they made sense. If I hadn't been with Sage, Seth wouldn't have died. If Sage didn't slow me down, I could have saved Seth. If Sage hadn't been at the training center, I wouldn't have to be paired with him. It would have been me and Seth, not me, Seth, Affron, and Sage.

I don't remember falling asleep at all, but I must have. I open my eyes to the rays of light hitting my face. Standing up, I see the stilted mansion from day 1. It felt like an eternity since I've been there, and I feel as though I shouldn't go there.I force my feet to walk forward towards it, hoping to possibly find Seth's dead body, no matter how improbable the idea was. I trudge forwards with a heavy heart and a pissed off soul. Maybe there's gonna be a person in there I can kill. Will it avenge Seth? I don't know. But I know that I need to kill someone. One less person to worry about when they die. And if I die, I can see Seth again. It'll be a win-win situation. But Seth would want me to win. I will win. I'm going to win for you.

Arriving at the steps of fucked-house takes eternity, and entering takes twice as long. Anger refills my body again as memories of being separated with Seth at the beginning of the games and being with Sage instead. That bastard. Why couldn't you have been him? You will never live up to him. Ever. I hope you die. The steps after the entrance are just as complex as last time. It still baffles me how the Gamemakers made it, but it doesn't cancel out my pure hatred at the moment. I walk in, grabbing my bat at the ready. I am ready to kill again. I will avenge him. I will kill every single person I meet. I will win.

Again, I lose track of how far I go, or how much time has gone by as I travel the interior of the maze of a house. Eventually, I see a body turn around a corner, a familiar face. The body belongs to a tribute I tried to kill before, but the fucking idiot, Sage pulled me away before I got a chance to kill him. "We meet again. Luckily, I don't have a fucking dumbass to pull me away. This time, I'm going to end what I started." I pull both hands onto my bat, and swing forward as hard as I can towards my target. "I hope you enjoy dying."

Attacks Saummerand with a baseball bat (blunt)
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"We meet again. Luckily, I don't have a fucking dumbass to pull me away. This time, I'm going to end what I started."

It's like he thinks I can't fight.

"I hope you enjoy dying."

He says that like I am not a man who trained for his life.

After all, I am one of the strongest men alive. It was a simple title. I believed that I was the strongest man alive.. Not only the fastest, not only the dumbest, not only the most emotional. I was the strongest man in this world and I was bound to show that off to this dumbass who would think otherwise. What qualified him as a dumbass? He spoke about his allies as if they were his little pawns, children pulling him away from his duties. But they're anything than that. They're your lifelines, not your enemies. If you speak about them like that, you don't deserve a lifeline.

You deserve a tombstone with your name engraved in black.

"We'll see about that, dumbass."

I was not going to give up, not when I'm fighting to redeem my flaws.

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My jaws clench as he calls me a dumbass as well as my grip on my bat. Then pain shoots out from the right side of my head. FUCKING HELL! The helmet makes a loud clash as the sword hits the side of it, causing my ears to ring. I shake it off and push the the sound away. I can't get demoralized now. If I get demoralized, I won't be able to focus. If I can't focus, I'll lose. If I lose, I die. Fuck whatever that was. I don't fucking need it.

"Am I really a dumbass? I'm not the one who's fucking attacking the first person they see. Maybe, just maybe, it's you who's the dumbass. Have you thought about that?" Maybe if I can get inside his head, he'll be the one who gets demoralized. That, and he is a dumbass.

"You're from two, right? Have you ever thought about how you're just a dumbass? Training for an event where you have a small chance of surviving? Training to have a small chance of getting glory? And at what cost? The lives of, in this case, 54 others?" I don't even care about whether or not he trains. I've had my fair share of fighting. I know how to survive on my own. I had to deal with my father. I've dealt with losing two people in my life.. This is for you, Seth.

Attacks Saummerand with a baseball bat (blunt)
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His jaw clenched after Saummer's swing, trying to fight through the pain that had proposed itself. He knew that he was the strongest man alive at this point. It was almost inevitable, the pain that Saummer had induced on him.

"Am I really a dumbass? I'm not the one who's fucking attacking the first person they see. Maybe, just maybe, it's you who's the dumbass. Have you thought about that?"

The male was pissed, and Saummer found it funny. It was like he actually cared about the words that Saummerand said. Why should he? He's going to die soon eventually, what's the point in caring about the man that killed you?

"You're from two, right? Have you ever thought about how you're just a dumbass? Training for an event where you have a small chance of surviving? Training to have a small chance of getting glory? And at what cost? The lives of, in this case, 54 others?"

Saummerand let out a deep laugh despite the pain that escalated in his hand, though fighting through it like it was only a small layer peeled off of his skin. He couldn't help laughing because the male across from him had that assumption that people from two only train with swords and spears, they learn about the pointy things. The things that kill, apparently.

Because that's obviously what the healer cared about.

"You think I actually know how to use this?"

A chuckle, formed from humor and disbelief, he continued.

"You'd be wrong to think so. I trained to learn how to heal, I spent most of my days at the station with the medic every day learning how to treat wounds. I never spent one day trying to learn how to use this damn thing until I got here. Attacking you out of the blue? That's a part of the games. People die."

He rose an eyebrow.

"So, who's the real dumbass for assuming things they don't know?"

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His laugh only made me angrier. What the hell's so fucking funny? "You think I actually know how to use this?" Deep down, I wanted to say yes, but I held my tongue for now. He had more to say, it looked like. "You'd be wrong to think so. I trained to learn how to heal, I spent most of my days at the station with the medic every day learning how to treat wounds. I never spent one day trying to learn how to use this damn thing until I got here. Attacking you out of the blue? That's a part of the games. People die."

I squint at him. "So, who's the real dumbass for assuming things they don't know?" Did I really assume common knowledge about every career ever? "I'm supposed to believe that you've never trained with weapons? That is the shittiest lie I've ever hear. Even I know how to use a fucking weapon, and I'm from fucking 7. It's sad how you can't use a weapon."

I had spoken too soon as he impales my arm, but I couldn't let know know. I wanted to scream out, but I held my tongue from screaming in pain. Instead I threw an insult. "Was that supposed to hurt? Try again, you bitch." I knew that my arm might be in pain, but that won't stop me from trying my best from killing him. I swing at my opponent, with every intent on ending his life.

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"i mean, district seven is the closest one to being a career district. you've been using an axe since you learned how to fucking walk. no wonder you know how to use one."
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"I mean, district seven is the closest one to being a career district. you've been using an axe since you learned how to fucking walk. no wonder you know how to use one."Anger flows through me. "Don't you compare your District to mine. You don't get to say that. You're pampered pricks for your entire fucking life. The Capitol Loves you. Don't you ever compare us to you all ever again."

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Would you look at that, I've been impaled(?)
-still hella fucking pissed-

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"if they love us, why do they still put us through this? you wouldn't shove the people you love into death."
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"you're acting like you know exactly what happens in two when you've never been there yourself."

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"Have you seen how we're treated? Y'all are like they're favorite child, along with 1 and 4. Were treated like shit"

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"You say that like you're speaking of the district as a whole. Not everything's as perfect as the capitol makes the place seem."

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"Says the one who just lumped all of district 7."

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The male from District Two listened with furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists. It wasn't hard to learn the ideology that people assume. They normally just throw their words around based on what they've heard or seen. Because let's be real - there's been quite the few scary men and women that came from his district. One of them became the gamemaker for the board game that led these souls to death.

"Says the one who just lumped all of district 7."

Saummerand was a poser, yes. Saummerand made assumptions, yes. But, when someone gives their own assumption back at him like the fire of a gun, it's like they want to ask for the story that Saummerand knows. Then again, Saummer came here to make a story. Explaining it to those who haven't heard of it yet might make them learn from it.

Ever since he was young, Saummer promised himself that he would never train with a weapon unless he needed to. Like if he got reaped or volunteered for the Games. In any other case, he wouldn't. Not after what his bother did. Never after what his brother did. He wouldn't train to kill like he did, because if he did, Saummer would be as much as an evil as his brother.

Cinder, when he trained for the academy, trained for evil. He never intended to train for the Games. There was no way in hell that his focus was that. Why else would he have killed the boy's that hammered his dreams? Smashed them into dust and replaced those dreams with a good couple nightmares.

He trained for evil, but did it for his own good. The male always wanted to protect himself, and when he was the only one fighting for himself, he had to gain new ways of doing that. So he learned the art of sword and dance ; to fight with his hand tied behind his back and his eyes closed. Cinder trained as hard as he could to protect himself one month, and maybe some could think he trained too hard. Look where it brought him; a voice lost and a story found (and that's mine, if you couldn't tell).

He's watching in the very same building I was in only a week ago, how crazy that must be.

"I think we've both failed to recognize that our districts have their own individual flaws."

Saummer said that with a quirked eyebrow.

"Now, if you want to go through why they're flawed, I can't speak for a whole."

He never really thought that his ideas would be as important as he believed they were now.

"You can only rely on your views, because nobody else has seen them.
So, let's keep that shit clear, because I never fucking touched a sword before I stepped into this arena, because I don't work for evil."

And that's true, because he only works for the life of his own.

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The more we talked, the less I cared. The boy from two had good arguments, but I couldn't care enough to actually listen. Maybe to annoy, but to listen. I'm still pissed about everything about him. I know I need to channel that on killing him. WHy haven't I gotten in his head yet? Why isn't he like everyone else? You fucker, let me fuck with your mind. You need to bloody realize that stop being smart and fucking logical.

"I think we've both failed to recognize that our districts have their own individual flaws."I give him a blank stare in return. "No fucking shit. We over look the flaws in the things we love, or we're brainwashed into thinking there's nothing wrong with anything. Just like how all the career lackeys who train for the games think the honor is SOOOOOO great and SOOOO wonderful. It's not, especially when you lose someone you loved. to them." Seth flashes before my mind before I push it out of my mind. Don't show sadness. That won't end well.

"Now, if you want to go through why they're flawed, I can't speak for a whole." Of course you can't you brainwashed piece of shit. "You can only rely on your views, because nobody else has seen them. So, let's keep that shit clear, because I never fucking touched a sword before I stepped into this arena, because I don't work for evil." My mind has already been made up, and his words get deflected. I know he's probably telling the truth, but I refuse to believe him. I don't want to. If I believe him, It'll show I'm weak. I'm not fucking weak.

"You better get used to my fucking views, because I am as stubborn as an ox. One act of good doesn't nullify millions of terrible ones." Flashbacks of what my dad did come back, watching him destroy everything and eventually leading to Anna's paralyzation. I'm related to a monster. Have I become a monster? No. I'm nothing like him. I'll never be anything like him. I see my opponent no longer as himself, but as my monster of a father. Fury towards my father I've been surpassing for far too long finally rises up from within me. You fucking ruined everything. You deserve to die.

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"No fucking shit. We over look the flaws in the things we love, or we're brainwashed into thinking there's nothing wrong with anything. Just like how all the career lackeys who train for the games think the honor is SOOOOOO great and SOOOO wonderful. It's not, especially when you lose someone you loved. to them."

In that moment, I became fire. He said that and he didn't even know why I hate the idea of training with any weapon of sorts. It's like he didn't care about anything I had to say (not new, really) and was only focused on himself. I wasn't annoyed, and he wasn't getting into my head. He was only arising my CONSTANT desire to kill him, because there's no reason for me to not do that action in the situation provided.

He's assumed my story, he's assumed that I haven't lost someone to them.

"You better get used to my fucking views, because I am as stubborn as an ox. One act of good doesn't nullify millions of terrible ones."

My eyebrows narrowed at the male from seven yet again. It was like he wanted me to try and cause the most painful death there was ever known to man. I wanted to stab him through the heart, cut off his head, something to provide as much pain as the stories I've been through have caused me. He doesn't give a flying fuck about what I had to say, so I shouldn't care about what he feels or endures.

All I can do is hope it's the worst fucking pain known to man.

my brother's stuck as a fucking avox for learning to train with a sword, why the hell would i train to after that?

"One small voice doesn't speak for millions."

My anger was apparent now, but I didn't give a fuck - let him hear it.

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