chapter two: a new turn [walter] day 7

[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Walter does not feel the same guilt as he did when he killed the District Seven boy. It takes him longer to pull out the sword, much longer than he did when he pulled it from the boy’s chest. All he feels is relief. Relief that her taunts are finally over. Relief that Noel can no longer hurt anyone. Relief that he has taken some sort of revenge for his fallen friend.

He just looks down at her for a moment, doubly making sure. Walter does not even believe the canon sound. Boom! Boom! Four more canons go to. He scavenges some of her items and leaves, trailing behind bloody footprints in the melting sand, the sudden realisation that it is still raining begins to hit him.

What is next for little Walter Blake? Of course, the pain needs tending too, wounds that are still oozing out his insides a then there is tomorrow. Two more. It will have to be two more. His heart can’t take hacking with this sword anymore, he now carries Noel’s weapon but a change of prop will make the luck vanish. Walter just two more. It is the only way home. Maybe it will have to be three if they are all ushered together, he just hopes they tear at each other and forget about him. His lac of height has proven useful this past week.

It is a juggle of three lives and his own. Three sacrifices so that a childhood can be revived before it is lost. It is not all about just getting home for Walter. It is gaining everything the has missed out on in life and more…

He finally plants himself next to one of the sandy towers, pulling out the instruments to help patch him up for another day. There is no point sobbing tonight, his tears will be lost in the rain. Reality has knocked on his door, Noel gave it his address. There is nobody to protect him now, it is all him. These ten rules he has lived by all his life, it is time they get rewritten. It is time for a new chapter in Walter Blake’s book, and it is bigger than the revolution in the tale that he carries around.