A godly dance [Rex vs Arianna Day 3]

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Rex Antilles

It's a challenge. Being alone when all I want is someone to talk to. I miss the interactions. I miss just having someone to ask me how my day is going, but being alone is better than having friends. It's hard and complicated, and I don't know if anyone will ever understand. I just want to see another face. To see how someone is doing, but at the same time I don't because I know what it'll mean, and that's not what I want right now. The nights are long, and I don't know what to do through them. I don't have anyone to keep an eye out for me. I don't have anything to save me, but my stomach is growling, and my tongue is dry, and my head is throbbing. Hunger is something I've experienced a lot, yet this is the longest I've ever been without anything to drink even though I have a full jug in my backpack. I have to save it. I need it to last just a little longer before diving in.

The ground is hard, but at least I have my poncho spread out to somewhat keep me off the elements. I have nothing to get me comfortable though. I didn't have the best bed back home, but even the springs piercing through the mattress is better than this. I can't complain though since I did it to myself. I sigh as I fold my backpack up under my head and stare at the stars in the sky. Just one face appeared in the sky again tonight. The male from seven which means only two people have died. Twenty-two of us are left, and it petrifies me knowing that several others still want me dead. At least my district partner is alive. At least she's still making her way through. I wonder if she has any allies to help her out. I wonder what she feels like. I hope she's not injured, and I hope she's okay. I close my eyes, and tonight I drift off to sleep with no problems.

My entire body aches when morning rolls around. I feel like I've been ran over by a train. My knees are throbbing, and my tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth, and my head feels like it's about to explode. Water will offer relief. It'll make me feel better, and food will do the same. At least my stomach isn't growling anymore. At least I know I can push those feelings away, but it's hard to see when black spots flash before my eyes, and even sitting up makes me dizzy. I'm alone though. I'm so very alone, and I know I can't make a difference, and I can't change anything at all. I fold up my poncho and put it in my bag, and I'm prepared to set out to maybe find some more relief from the hot sun radiating on my neck. Even getting on my feet is hard because the entire world is spinning around, and I can't remember the last time I actually used the bathroom. Dehydration is one way I don't want to die. I hope I can get relief soon even if it means devouring my jug of water sitting in my backpack now.

I slowly walk around while keeping my fingers pressed against my temples. This is torture, and nobody should ever have to go through this, and knowing that I could've stayed home is slightly troubling right now. I hold an axe loosely in my hand prepared to fight. I don't know what will come my way. I don't know what to even think about right now, but I just keep willing myself forward. I keep telling myself this'll be worth it. That I just need to find a place to sit down and relax and drink my water and eat the awful plants that I have. It's too easy though. I'm sure a mutt will come my way if I don't find another person soon. I'd rather face a mutt. I'd rather kill another creature than a human being. It's easier, and I proved to myself that I could yesterday. It's not easy. I just can't imagine trying to place a mutts face on a human in attempt to stay alive. It might work, but it may not. I just hope to never find out.

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“Mama, can we go into the town?”

“I can’t. Why don’t you ask Annora?”

The sound of feet pattering filled the hallway as she called out her sister’s name. “Annora. Annora. Let’s go!” But her sister was silent behind the wooden door. “Annora?” It took a little effort for her to push the door open, but once the door was ajar and she could see her sister through the slit, she let out a screa—

Arianna woke up with a fright with her hands at her throat, sweat dripping down her face. It had felt real not real as she took a minute to approach reality again, something that was difficult to do as her vision had worsened overnight. What had once been blurs became shadows and suddenly, it felt like her dreams were more real than reality. I can’t…see… Fear gripped her tighter as she realized that she had lost her vision. No longer able to speak, no longer able to see, she was a sitting duck in this arena.

She had heard stories of the blind being able to navigate their way through the world, but Arianna didn’t have years to understand how—she had hours. Frightened, her hands patted around her surroundings as she tried to feel for something familiar. Her hands grabbed the top of Sam’s head, the straw material of the hat standing out from the soft plush of the rest of him, and she drew him toward her as she tried to squeeze away the dream, the shadows, the fear.

I can’t stay here. In a building, she was a target for the next tribute or a meal for the next mutt. I have to get out. Her hands adjusted her bag over her shoulder, and she kept her left hand in the bag, gripping her throwing knives, ready to feed them to her right hand. With her right hand, she felt her way out of the building, her hands brushing past the parchments on the wall and the building’s wooden beams. It wasn’t until she was outside that the heat fully overwhelmed her. Tempting as it was to go back into the building, Arianna gritted her teeth and started moving forward.

It might have taken half a day or maybe just barely an hour, but the scent of the arena changed to something sweeter than the harsh dust that had enveloped her earlier in her walk. Her right hand started feeling something instead of nothing, and she tried to remember if she had ever felt this sensation before. The shadows told her that she was surrounded, and her face came into contact with something fuzzy. But it was quiet and most of the other shadows weren’t moving, so she made her way to deeper among the shadows.

Only 10 more steps in, she heard a sound that made her feet still. Her head swiveled as far as it could, but her eyes told her nothing. Just as she was about to take another step, she heard another sound. Her arms waited for no instruction as her right hand grabbed a blade from her left and flung it toward the source of the sound.


[Arianna attacks Rex ; Sickle Cutter Blade]
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[Cato]

Rex Antilles

One foot in front of the other. I keep telling myself the same thing over and over because I have to keep myself motivated and moving on otherwise I would lay down on the hard ground and allow myself to fall into that eternal sleep. I've never been this tired before. Even at home when I've been working endless hours in the field, I had a chance to get much needed rest. This place is different, and it terrifies me in so many ways. I stop for a moment and press my hands against my temples harder trying to get this stupid headache to go away, but I feel like it's no good. I look around, and there's still nothing at all. Maybe I can get lucky today. Maybe I can survive today. Maybe I don't have to face anything.

I sigh as I take another step forward this time snapping a twig beneath my feet. I pause briefly hoping nothing is around because I just alerted them to my presence if anyone is here. I don't see anything, and I don't hear anything. Relief floods through my veins, but it only lasts a second because I snap another twig, and I pause again, but this time I paused too long because something slices across my back, and I'm unsure of where it came from. I grimace slightly as I feel the blood slowly trickling down my skin. I tighten my grip on the axe while grabbing my knife for good measures. I look around, and I take a step back and see someone coming towards me.

I instinctively rare back to throw the axe knowing that they're coming after me. Knowing that I'm a sitting duck, but it hurts so bad to stand. It hurts to move. It hurts to think. It hurts to do anything, and yet I keep moving since it's harder to hit a moving target. I take a couple steps back, and when I see the person, I launch the axe at full force. I don't want to hit the person. I just want to make them run away. To leave me alone. To show that I'm not someone they want to fight. I have to make myself look strong even though I am weak on the inside. I am afraid. So very afraid, and my hands are shaking, and I don't know what to do.

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Rex attacks Arianna | Throwing Axe

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Chaos had now erupted in her mind and body as her surroundings rustled and she had to grab a flower I can feel their petals now for support. It would be another day, another fight, and this time, she was the one who started it. She was still unable to discern whether she was fighting another tribute or a mutt, but whatever it was was moving fast and all over the place, based on where its sounds were coming from. With her veiled eyes, she kept trying to see something anything to clue her in on what was happening. It was only just before it made contact, that she saw an object flying toward her.

Maybe if her legs worked. Maybe if she could see. Maybe if she knew what to do, she would have jumped back at the low-flying axe. But fear had crippled her legs as illness had removed her vision as trauma had taken her voice. The blade of the axe felt cold as it cut through her thigh, the axe falling to the ground as it was unable to bite. Tears still welled in Arianna’s eyes as it was a fresh wound, a new wound, and one that made her angry.

She knew that it would be harder to hit a moving target especially when she had trouble discerning which shadows were the sunflowers and which were her target. Still, she had to take a leap of faith because this fight can only end one way as she took a blade from her left hand again. Three were still in her left, the fourth cocked and ready to throw. Only 4 more chances. Only 4 more chances to try to live another day.



[Arianna attacks Rex ; Sickle Cutter Blade]
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[Miss (knife lost) ; 0.0 dmg]


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Rex Antilles

In a way these sun flowers offer amazing protection. They're tall. I can hide behind them easily and stay away from whoever is coming to get me. I figured they'd run away, but I haven't heard any footsteps at all. If it wasn't for the blood trickling down my back, I would think it was simply a mutt lost in the arena trying to find its way home, but that's not the case. There's a tribute standing out there somewhere, and this tribute wants me to die. I just have to make sure they die first so I can live to see another day. It's an eerie feeling, and I have no idea who's out there or where they're hiding or how many of them are trying to target me. What if they're using this as a tactic to get someone behind me and kill me with my back turned? It's a horrible thing to do, but I wouldn't put it past some of the tributes in this game. Careers are scary, and I just want to stay away from them for as long as I can so they'll kill off themselves instead.

I keep moving around trying to hide. Trying to make myself a harder target to hit. I'm using the shadows of the sun flowers to help keep myself out of trouble. Trying to keep myself alive is hard, and I never fully understood how difficult it was until now. This is just a game of hide and seek, and I'm not capable of running away. I'm hungry, and I'm thirsty, and I just want to lay down and maybe whoever is fighting me will go away. Maybe if they think I'm dead, but that will never happen. A cannon has to sound, and I can just hope that whoever's fighting me thinks it's me and runs away. It would be something since I'd run the other way without any care in the world. I don't wanna hurt anyone, and I sure don't want to kill anyone. This is all awful. Every single bit of it. People will never understand until they're thrown into this horrible situation. It makes me feel bad for those that's reaped.

But my mind has been somewhere for too long cause a knife cuts my arm. Blood slowly bubbles to the surface before trickling down my skin. At least it won't kill me. I look at the four axes I have left, and I can feel myself starting to wonder if this will last forever. What happens when I use my last axe? I'm gonna have to get close, and I don't want that to happen. I don't want to have to see who this is. I can't even begin to imagine. I take a deep breath, and I look around before lifting an axe into the air. I'm looking through the sun flowers, and I'm looking for a shadow that's moving that doesn't look like one of these amazing creations, and when I feel like I got a decent shot, I throw the axe as hard as I can before ducking back down. The less I'm exposed the better. I just gotta make sure to look at the right moment otherwise it may be too late.

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Rex attacks Arianna | Throwing Axe

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Chest heaving, head spinning, palms sweating.

Did she really have it in her to kill? Did she have what it took to make a final blow. Her past two throws she had no idea if she had made contact with her target for the rustling of the sunflowers drowned out all sound. All she could do was swivel in place, afraid that her next step would expose her to her enemy. Her enemy was smarter and had much better aim as the next axe bit her neck, forcing her to stumble backward as she clutched her neck and her bag. She was still alive somehow, but the desperation and venom made its way deep into her neck and brought her closer to Annora.

Who are you? she wanted to yell out. What are you? Was this a career hunting her down? Was this a desperate mutt? All she had were more questions as she cried from the pain as her unoccupied hand kept putting pressure on her neck. There was no way she could fight, no way she could defend herself, but she had to because she couldn’t let her mentors down. Not this early.

But the temptation was strong, the temptation to drop her knives and let whoever or whatever keep hitting her until she was battered, bruised, and dead. I know I would be letting you down, Sam, but Annora is waiting for me. I want to see her too. Her partner was still safely nestled in her bag, protected from the fight, but Arianna wished for nothing more than for him to be a physical presence for her and to have her back. Okay, Sam. Just one more fight. With a shaky arm, she threw another blade, aiming for the middle of the rustling patch.



[Arianna attacks Rex ; Sickle Cutter Blade]
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[Shallow Cut on Bicep ; 3.5 dmg]

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Rex Antilles

I am afraid. I have three axes left, and I don't know if I can do this anymore, but whoever is out there is still here. I just want to see my family again. I don't want to become a failure. I don't want to let anyone down, yet the idea of killing someone just to get them to leave me alone is eating at my soul. I didn't make any friends back in the training center because I didn't want to. I didn't want to hurt anyone, but I promised Katelyn I would find my district partner and sort of look after her. I have to believe that she's okay because I didn't see her face in the sky the past two nights. It worries me though because there's a chance she's out there injured, and I won't reach her in time to save her.

I take a deep breath while lowering myself back down on the ground. I just want to lay here. I don't want to fight anyone. I don't want to do this anymore. I just want them to leave me alone so I can go about my day. In the place where I am that's impossible though. I wish I could go back to the reaping and never volunteer. I wish I could've just kept quiet. I can't undo the past though. All I have right now is myself moving forward. All I have is a chance to see another day. I just want another sunrise. That's all I want. Just one more day. I tell myself over and over that I'm strong, and that I'm capable of fighting, and that I'm capable of making it home, but right now I'm not so sure about it.

Another knife cuts through my bicep, but it's not enough to hurt me bad. I can feel the blood sticking to my skin of the other wounds as I remind myself that I am fighting someone who wants me dead. I look down at the axes, and I know I have to fight back despite my body telling me to run away. I have to make it back to my family and friends. I sigh as I lower my eyes towards the ground hoping that I can keep going strong. I hope that whatever happens that I can see another day. I want to survive. I take the axe in my hand, and I look through the shadows, and when I think I found the right moment, I launch the axe into the air before closing my eyes. I just want to live like everyone else. I just hope whoever is out there has it in them to forgive me.

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Rex attacks Arianna | Throwing Axe

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Her head was spinning as the shadows began to merge with each other. It was getting harder for her to maintain the pressure to her neck, ignoring her other wounds, blood still leaking between her fingers. When she survived this if I survive this, she wasn’t going to live much longer. Infection, blood loss, shock. All of these could afflict her if she could make her way out. Maybe it will be easier to just stop.

But the other shadow wouldn’t stop. The other shadow hurled another axe at her, aiming for what must have been her neck as its blade was lodged deep into her left forearm, right on top of where her heart lie. This shadow is deadly. This shadow…knows what it’s doing. Arianna let out a mental war cry, mixed with pain and fear and anger. She was not surviving this fight. She was not surviving this arena.

Drop the blades.

Her right hand shook as she reached for the blade. Two more. Only two more. And then…I’ll go. I’ll leave. I’ll run as far away as possible.


[Arianna attacks Rex ; Sickle Cutter Blade]
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Rex Antilles

I'm tired, and my head is throbbing, and this battle isn't making it any easier. Each movement is making it harder to breath. It's hard to think. Hard to focus when the sweat running down the side of my face and getting into my eyes. It burns, but at least it's there because no sweat is a bad thing. I've watched people in district eleven topple over from dehydration, and I know I'm reaching that pont, but I'm not there yet. I don't want to get there because that's almost the point of no return. I just wish I wasn't close. My tongue is dry and sticking to the top of my mouth, and at times I feel like it's getting larger and larger without a care in the world. Maybe if it knew it was killing me, it would leave me alone.

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. I have two axes left, and I don't know how this is even working. I don't know what to expect, but I'm trying my hardest because I don't want to die. The water in my backpack is calling my name, and I know I need to drink it, but right now in the middle of a war it'll do no good. It'll make me a target for whoever is out there. I'll stand still, and a target that's not moving is much easier to hit than one that's trying to hide bewteen the shadows of these beautiful flowers. I raise a hand to wipe my brow because the sweat is becoming too much, but it's not enough to stop me from searching for the goal I'm seeking.

It takes every ounce of strength to hold back a whimper when the knife slices deep through my arm. Blood gushes instantly from the wound, and it reminds me that I'm very much alive. Water pools in the corner of my eyes as I look around trying to figure out what exactly is going on. I place my left hand over my arm trying to stop the bleeding, but it's so much, and it's making me dizzier than I already am. I'm not a fan of blood. I hate seeing it, and this is too much for me. I look at the two axes laying on the ground, and I look at the knife sitting just beside my backpack. I have to use one of them. I have to fight. I have to stop this bleeding before it's too late. I take the knife in my hand before moving forward. I just want to live, but I guess that's too much to ask for.

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Rex attacks Arianna | Knife

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Rustling, the only other sound mixed with the sound of her heartbeat and the ringing in her ears. She was feeling faint fast and yet she was still standing. The body’s resilience amazed her, but Arianna did not have time to appreciate what her body could withstand. It was still weak and the fight was still happening. For all her assurances that it would be okay to die, there was still a fighting spirit in her—or maybe just a will to see it conclude. An irony as she could not see if her knives had made their target. An irony because now she no longer had sight. The only way she would know if this fight was over was once the axes stopped.

And yet the fight continued even though it had become a game of knives. Someone something had moved towards her, the sound of sunflowers rustling getting closer, and she became aware that this fight was no longer going to be a hidden fight: she would have to face her opponent. Did she use the blades that she had been throwing? Or was it time to use something else?

Before she could make a decision, a blade made contact with an exposed part of her chest. So now it knows who I am. Her fingers reached for the last blade but changed its trajectory and grabbed a handle instead. With all of her strength, she swung the frying pan at the shadow, hoping that its closeness to her would guarantee a hit.


[Arianna attacks Rex ; Frying Pan]
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[Miss ; 0.0 dmg]

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Rex Antilles

I'm scared, and I'm led by blindness in attempt to win a war that isn't mine to win. My heart is racing, pounding rapidly within the walls of my chest, and I can't figure anything out. I grip the knife a little tighter, and I close my eye momentarily trying to take the world in. Peace doesn't exist here, and it will never win. Hope only crushes those who pursue it, and I don't want to become one of those. I remember the happiness when Harbinger came home making district eleven the winner three years in a row, but years of anguish followed. Do I really want that to happen again? Do I really want to watch the the world come crashing down in the blink of an eye because nothing makes sense anymore? I am here fighting a war when I have nothing but pain left to give.

I open my eyes as a pan comes flying my way, and I barely duck down before it smacks into the side of my head. Whoever this was had a nice momentum going, but then I realize that a frying pan against a knife may not matter anymore. I follow the pool of blood, and my heart sinks lower and lower into my stomach. I don't know what I have done. I've hurt someone bad, and they're standing right there. Between the throbbing headache and the aching of a broken heart, I bring myself to move a little closer ready to swing the knife at any given moment. Someone is suffering, and I don't know what to do. I want to help them, but how can I do that now? Peace comes when a life ends. Is that what I have to do?

And that's when I see her face, and water pools in the corner of my eyes, and I can't stop it from pouring down my cheeks. What have I done? I see the blood gushing from a gaping hole in her neck. I look at the blood pooled around her. My stomach churns, and I loosen the grip on the knife as I stare down at her. Sorry won't cut it. I hurt the person that's closest to me. I hurt the person from home when I promised Katelyn I would look after her. I broke it. I didn't mean to. I didn't know it was her. My head slouches forward as the tears flow faster and faster, and I have to raise a hand to wipe them away. "Ari..." I don't know what else to say because nothing will ever make it better. "I..I didn't know..." I want to say I'm sorry, but those words are meaningless now in this war, and it hurts knowing I can't undo what I have done.

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Arianna felt no resistance as she swung her pan, meaning the only contact she had made was with air. Even in close quarters, she was a failure when it came to fighting. She wasted no time to bring her left hand up to the handle, ready to counter the attack that she could not see. Only there was nothing to prepare for what happened next. All was still as Arianna had the frying pan in a ready to swing position and her enemy stood across from her. This is my chance, she thought to herself.

“Ari…” No…

No. Why do I know that voice? The voice brought memories of a train, of broken glass, of waving hands. It was a familiar voice, a comforting voice, a voice Arianna had feared to hear while in the arena. No no no. “I…I didn’t know…” Me neither. Arianna lowered the pan as tears flooded her eyes and made their way down her face. The first tribute she had encountered was the brave boy who had stepped up in the District 11 reaping. Horror filled her body as she connected the dots and realized that her enemy had been Rex the entire time. This isn’t the way it was supposed to happen.

So what were they supposed to do? There was no way the Gamemakers would let them end this fight; they must have done this on purpose. But no one had told her to fight. No one had told her it was necessary to attack. Hadn’t she been the one to cast the first stone? Rex had just been protecting himself.

How she wished she could see his face, to embrace him and pretend she hadn’t just been trying to kill him. How she wished she could have went back in time and just kept walking, leaving her blades in her bag. How she wished… All she could do now was rectify her mistake, the only way she knew how. With her right hand, she made a circle around her face and placed her hand over her heart. I am so sorry. Then she tapped her heart three times and brought her hand to her neck. End it. Her hand trembled as she kept repeating the sign as if it mirrored the shaking in her muted voice.

Right here.

Because I can’t…

…can’t live with myself now. Let…

…me die right here.

Forgive me.

Arianna grabbed the handle of her pan with both hands and swung to provoke her district partner.



[Arianna attacks sunflower ; Frying Pan]
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[Gash/Bruised Right Hand petal ; 3.0 dmg]

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Rex Antilles

Every ounce of my being aches as a broken promise crashes down around me. I think of our families and mentors and everyone I just let down. I never wanted to fight her or hurt her or any of that. I feel like I'm literally about to throw up at what I'm seeing. I wish I could take it back. I wish I could fix everything that I've done wrong, but I can't, and I know I can't undo anything. I have to leave the past where it belongs. I have to forgive myself and keep moving on even though I don't know where that forgiveness is. It's hard, and I can't take my eyes off her. I can't focus on anything other than her damaged body that's right before me. I want to run away. I want to escape. I can heal her up right now if I truly wanted to. It's sad because I do want to, but I don't know if she'll let me. I wish she would since we're together, yet this is where friendships and allegiances do not matter. I'm here for me in the end and nobody else.

I look at my knife before looking around. My entire mind is numb, and I'm seeing red. I'm angry at myself. I'm angry over everything. I'm not sure what to do or what to even say. I've done this to her. I've ruined her. I've possibly killed her, and it's something I don't want to think about. Echo and Fives wouldn't agree. They wouldn't like me because of what I'm doing. My family. Her family. District eleven. I hope they all understand that I didn't know it was her. I didn't know she was there. I was afraid to run out and ask. I was afraid she might've been a career that's perfectly capable of killing up close. I am a coward, and I hate myself for it more than anyone will ever know. I have a few options right now. I can attack her and end her life like everyone watching wants me to, or I can lay down and die and fix everything that I've ever done wrong. That's not why I came here. I want to fight against the injustice, and this is exactly what I'm talking about, but nobody will ever understand the pain lingering in my bones.

I'm not sure what happens now. I'm broken. Shattered. Confused. I don't even want to look at her, and even when she swings her weapon at me, I don't move. Maybe it's best if she just lets me die. Maybe it's best if she dies. Maybe we both should die. I look down at the knife, and I look at the bloody axes laying on the ground next to her. Maybe if I didn't take target practice none of this would've ever happened. My grip tightens then loosens then tightens again. I pick up my axes with tears pouring down my cheeks. A part of me wants to end her suffering from the pain that I've caused, but the other part of me wants to keep her alive, yet it's only a matter of time before a pack of wild careers find us. I don't know what to do. I can only protect the young for so long. I'm sure she understands that this is a dog eat dog world and that nothing is personal. I care for her, and maybe that's why it's best to just kill her so she doesn't have to face this cruel world alone. I have a million regrets, and this is the worst of them all.

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Rex attacks Arianna | Throwing Axe

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Shadows were starting to blend with each other, no longer defined shapes, as Arianna kept her grip on the frying pan. She had felt it pass through the air, possibly making contact with one of the many petals around her, but what mattered was that she did not hit him. It was her turn to die, all of her injuries showed it, and she was relying on Rex’s instinct to survive to make it happen. Her ploy had done the trick, because Rex did not hesitate to respond back, whether by reflex or intent. She had not been able to discern the object flying at her face, her unseeing eyes still focused on trying to isolate Rex from the surroundings.

Tears of pain mixed with tears of horror and sadness as the crunching sound of her jaw triggered painful memories of the past, the present, and the future. Even if she were to survive this fight it won’t happen, she would not be able to feed herself, to drink water. She could either die by Rex’s blade or by starvation. Even if she hadn’t been ready to die when she provoked her district partner, she was ready for the killing blow now.

But they won’t let me die like this. It’s too easy.

What was it that the people of District 11 said? That the Games was purely for the entertainment of bloodthirsty, cold-hearted people. Her laying down would have been considered poor entertainment…and possibly would have left Rex vulnerable. No, to protect Rex, to give him a chance to go home, she would have to go through their motions. I’m sorry, she kept signing, tears never ending. They were useless, worthless, all of the negative adjectives that existed under the sun, because she wasn’t couldn’t going to stop fighting. She couldn’t keep tricking them; she had to do something.

I’m doing this for him.

But what if he dies?

Impossible.

I’m already dead.

And they know it.



[Arianna attacks Rex ; Frying Pan]
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[Miss ; 0.0 dmg]

blunt

[Cato]

Rex Antilles

She keeps swinging the pan at me, and it's doing nothing but making me feel worse than I already do. The sunflowers are beautiful, and now they're bleeding along with the blood gushing out her neck and other wounds across her body. It reminds me of being in the fields back home. Sometimes the orchards are beautiful when the fruits are growing and the branches are filled with various colors, yet a time comes when they're bare and ugly and nothing will ever make it look better. The sunflowers aren't so pretty anymore. They aren't what I thought they were. They're frail and dying like the rest of us. I can't even look at my district partner anymore.

I take a step back as the tears continue flowing rapidly down the side of my face. She's so young and innocent and doesn't deserve this,but I'm killing her right now in the blink of an eye. I'm fighting her. I'm the one that's doing this to her. I'm the one that's trying to stay alive, and I don't know what she's doing. I would've grabbed a knife and started swinging it because I know she has them. I guess after seeing me after realizing this is my fault, that I'm the one who hurt her, that she doesn't have it in her to fight anymore. The pan is deadly though. I'll have to be deadlier. I'll have to find the angle. The distance. Something. Anything to keep myself alive. I have to think about my own friends and family back home, but it's not easy right now. Hope is peaceful, and I'm ruining the only piece of home I have right now.

My eyes meet the ground as I look at the last axe I have. I can throw it at her from a distance and hide my face so I don't have to watch the life leave her body, or I can stand close and look her in the eye. Both of them aren't an option I'm wanting. Both of them are destroying my life. Both of them are tearing my heart apart, and I don't know what else I can do. I'm a coward. I didn't come here to kill someone. I didn't come here to end the life of my district partner. I didn't come here for any of this, but now I'm stuck and I have no other option. I take a deep breath and close my eyes just for a moment. I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready to become a murderer even though I simply want to live, but I do what I have to do because right now I can help her go on, or I can leave her to suffer, and leaving her alone isn't something I'll do.

81st Hunger Games

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Rex attacks Arianna | Throwing Axe

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