claudii vinolentia {day seven}
Apr 23, 2017 9:48:44 GMT -5
Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Apr 23, 2017 9:48:44 GMT -5
The night was slightly insane (though that doesn't differ it from any other day). It started with the LSD. Tripping, tumbling, crawling, falling. It was like he lost the ability to walk or focus, his mind a fleeting example of insanity. Saummer had been the size of an ant in the largest of rooms, everything was ten times larger. The chills running up and down his spine, the constant hallucinations that tried to tell him that Diorite was still alive. They tried to tell him that friends were real. The way she spoke to him, the emotion she carried? All felt real. But sometimes the reality isn't what people want to see.
The next morning was still filled with those hallucinations. With everything changing size and color, the changing of his body temperature, he didn't feel sane. Though in any arena of any Games, it should be expected to not feel same at any moment. You're all killers, and if you're not affected by that, something must be wrong with you. So when he saw two people approaching, he felt the insane immediate reaction to attack them. Just like on day one when he and Diorite ambushed those two tributes, they did it out of time.
Out of fear.
Saummer always was told by his mother to never fold to society. It's hard to not do that simple task. But it's even harder to do it when you're told not to. Because your instant childlike reaction is to do what you're told not to do. It's like telling a child to not touch the cookie table. It was already tempting enough, with the sweets just staring at you with that tempting glare that they hold. But when it's something restricted, it brings a sense of mystery to your mind. What'll happen if you touch it?
Would you be burned at the stakes, or have your throat get slit? Or would it be a simple yell, "don't do that again" One would never know until they've done it, which makes it all the more tempting to do, doesn't it? That little child in you whispers, crying for its release from the cage it's been locked away from. Saummer always told himself that he wouldn't conform to society, and would not ever attack a woman on purpose.
Guess that went flying out the window the instant his grip on the knife increased with the air he dug it towards, name of the destined target, unknown. All he knew was that today was the day he broke his promises and the future was to come with more to break.saummer attacks
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