The Butcher

The Bitch is Back, The Butcher is Here.

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Great Expectations

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Drew was beyond confused at this point, finally taking in his surroundings of the strewn array of firearms around Aspen. She never used guns. Not ever. That was his speciality  and for a pretty good reason. He was never strong enough to be in arms length of his victims, he couldn’t bare to see the life leave their eyes. Even though he knew Aspen wasn’t sick, he sometimes wondered what toll it took on her to kill so many without even flinching.

He supposed part of the reason it had taken him so long to realize why she was so frustrated was because of how it felt to see her after almost a month. She had always been breathtaking to him, but there was something about that tiny smile that he received that made him smirk back almost every time.

“So that’s all I get? ‘It’s you, you’re back?’” He teased, pulling his hands out of his pockets and taking careful steps around the weapons and up to the small .45 caliber handgun. He tried to keep his eyes on the barrel of the gun, but he found himself looking back up at her with a mystified look on his face. 

He raised the handgun in his hand and waved it about like a feather duster. “Since when do you use these things, anyways?” He was so pre-occupied that he didn’t even notice he hadn’t closed the chamber, and the remaining four bullets tumbled out the back end one by one and bounced off of his shoes.

He tried to keep a straight face - he really did - but it had been a long time since he had screwed up in front of her. Even longer for her to think that he did it on purpose when really he was just being an idiot. 

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"Were you expecting a parade?" she asked, rolling her eyes though it felt good to have him making fun of her again. She'd missed that. Without him constantly nagging her, she felt a bit empty. Not that she was going to just admit to that.

"I missed you." There. She said it. She wasn't going to say it again so she hoped that Drew had been listening. If he wanted to get warm and fuzzy feelings from her he'd have to work for it. But it was nice to see that crooked grin on his face so she'd give him that. She'd heard that it was common decency to tell people that you missed them, anyway.

Aspen cocked an eyebrow as the bullets rained down on, a smile playing at her lips. "I thought those were your specialty, Mister Walker," she said, bending over to pick up one of the shiny things from the ground, "You must not put up much of a fight." Holding the bullet up the light, she looked at it curiously before tossing it at him lightly so that it bounced off his chest harmlessly.

"So, am I supposed to be impressed by that or..." she asked, her voice trailing off as she moved closer to him. Smiling up at him, she pressed her palm against the one holding the gun as she pushed up against him. "I think I can take it from here, hot shot," she whispered, yanking the gun from his hand before twirling around, "If I can figure out how to reload it."

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Great Expectations

Almost as soon as the group of Rebels returned to District 13 from a semi-successful raid at the Capitol, Drew had booked himself a seat on one of the trains to return back home to District 10. 

Their last mission wasn’t anything extravagant of Drew, not like Aspen’s battle strategies anyways. He usually liked to take offensive positions, just to keep an eye on his Little Calf. But this time he was assigned to sit in the hovercraft and make sure nobody tried to somehow sneak a 600 pounds helicopter into their pocket.

The entire ride to District 10 was an emotional low for the Victor. The closer and closer he got to his fiancee’s house, the worse the pain in his chest got. He thought for sure the ride back to 12 and then the aircraft to 13 would be easier, but the diamond ring that Valerie had flung at him wasn’t sitting in his pocket easily.

Drew took a moment in his bunker to stare into the mirror and splash some cold water onto his face. Don’t let them see you broken… Don’t give them what they want… he repeated to himself as his face slowly began to build up into a mask of confidence and humour. They needed their jokester around these parts, and he wasn’t one to fail the people he cared about.

He took the stairs two at a time, the small staircase leading from the bunkers to the training rooms wasn’t far away from where he tried to get to sleep every night. He found her quite easily, he simply closed his eyes and listened for the sound of metal upon metal and some heavy swearing. He felt an involuntary smile creep upon his face as he padded to follow her, leaning up against the small metal bleachers.

“You having fun there, Blondie?” 

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One.

She'd let one peacekeeper get away.

Her blade had slashed through seven of his comrades, ending their lives as she surged fluidly from one move to the next. The muscles in her body had strained and tightened to obscene limits, but she'd pushed through. Aspen knew her body well enough to trust that it'd make it through the skirmish. The mission had outweighed whatever pain she'd felt.

Except she'd let one go.

Somehow, he'd escaped before she'd turned to realize that she'd lost track of him. Yanking one of the guns off of a body, not caring that it was smeared in blood, she'd raised to find him. His uniform had set him out from the rest scenery and she'd easily captured him in her crossfires. Yet when she'd fired -- nothing. Aspen had missed.

The fight had been a few months ago by now, but it still haunted her. She could slaughter, maim, and kill with her bare hands yet a simple piece of machinery confounded her. It was disgustingly weak.

Tracing her fingers along the barrel of the standard gun District 13 had issued out to their soldiers, she frowned. It was such a deceptively simple little thing. Small and unassuming yet it had a deadly power she could not grasp.

Aspen had decided to forgo her usual training routine today, putting down her knives in favor of inspecting the mysterious thing that frankly embarrassed her to be so bad at. Her stomach knotted up as she remembered just how she'd failed. Who knew what that mistake had cost the rebels?

In a fit of rage, she grabbed the gun and threw it against the wall, eyes burning as she chucked the thing. "I don't fucking need this right now. Who the hell cares if I can't shoot a gun? I can still rip your heart out with a blade so fucking deal with it," she yelled, her words echoing around the training room.

Beyond frustrated with her limitations, she stormed over where an array of knives hung along a board. Biting her lip, Aspen selected a few before turning to face the human-sized dummy a few yards away. With the image of retreating peacekeeper in her mind, she began throwing the knives at the practice target. "Fucking asshole," she growled, pulling all of her energy into one last throw before realizing that someone had entered.

She glared at the intruder before her features softened at the sight of her mentor partner. "Oh, it's you," she said, crossing her arms at his smirk, "You're back." It felt good to see him again, her heart beat quickened slightly with excitement though her face only betrayed her with a small half-smile.

[drew-d10-walker-blog]

PSA

This is now a Draspen 1x1 account. Feel free to continue to follow but be warned that if you do you may die.

That is all.

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she’ll kick your ass

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brutus knows a thing or two about that muahahaha

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aspen from heaven

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c r y i n g

this is accurate tho

she is so disgusted in the state of d13

felix as prez? wtf? he said shE WAS TOO OLD

[m7storyteller]

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Finley Joss

The oldest twin of Aspen Joss and Marcus Shade, Finley is the least like her parents superficially. She's quieter and shyer than the rest of her family, preferring to keep her thoughts to herself. Though many find her to be easier to get along with, she has a hard interior. Unlike her brother, Finley is able to watch their mother's Games and has even seen the footage of her death. Her sweet exterior reminds some of how Aspen pretended to be during her interview except Finley's is sincere. However, she is just as deadly as her mother was.

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Cathal Joss

The youngest of Aspen Joss and Marcus Shade, Cathal inherited his parents sarcasm and dislike to conform to societal norms. He doesn't see why he should forgo honesty just to keep from hurting another's feelings. As soon as he could, he started to train as he'd heard about how fearsome his mother had been on the battlefield. However, though he is able to fight, Cathal lacks the ability to kill. His sister Finley is the most important person in his world.

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"Come on, don't look so sad, little calf."

"Oh, shut it. Dumb nickname...you..."

"What?"

"Nothing! Stop looking at me like that. We've got work to do."

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Brutus

"You're going to tell my kids just how much of an idiot I was and you know what? Fuck it. I don't want them ending up like me. Make me a cautionary tale, I don't care. Just don't let them get hurt."

Cato

"I'm sorry, I really am. I was never able to talk about my feelings before. What I did was wrong and I wish I could take it back. I hope you'll at least say hello to my kids every once in a while, especially Cathal."

Johanna

"Bitch. You're a fucking whore, but that's what makes you the best woman I ever met. We should have slept together."

Finnick

"I...shit...there's nothing to say. You were the best friend I ever had. Finley better be as amazing as you were. I lo -- I can't fucking do this."

Annie

"Princess, don't fuck up again. You were an idiot with Finnick and Brutus, but I hope you're happy. I was only ever mean because I was jealous."

Peeta

"Remember when I taught you the ways of the feminine flesh? Never fucking cheat on Cato again."

Phox

"You'll always be my little foxy. I've got my eye out for you, you'll be okay."

Drew

"I love you, but I think you always knew that. Stay strong. You can survive, I know you can. I love you."

Goodbye.

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brutusalinari replied to your post: Blaze of Glory: Her Final Stand

// ih8u #sobbing

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NOPE

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no

Shh, she wouldn't have wanted to die any other way. Aspen was happy in her final moments.

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Blaze of Glory: Her Final Stand

Each muscle screamed as she fought, a chorus of adrenaline pouring through her. It was just another fight, she assured herself though she could feel control slipping from her grasps. There were too many; it was as simple as that. Even Aspen knew when she was outnumbered. But she felt a sort of calm fall over her as she tore her knife through the throat of a solider as his comrades closed in.

  She was a warrior, not some angel on the battlefield. The heart of danger was the only place she would truly ever be happy and it was to be the place she’d make her last stand. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Drew. Her Drew.

  “I love you,” she said, knowing that he’d never hear her. It was just one of those things you had to do before you faded to black for the last time. He’d always been there for her, the only one who’d been there since the beginning.

  As she tore herself into the throng of soldiers, she thought of her kids. Cathal and Finley. They’d be okay, she knew that. They’d have Drew and Brutus and Cato. Hell, she was never the mother they deserved. Everyone would be better without her in the long run. Life had just been one long battle and it was time for it to end.

  The knife ran into her heart from behind and she choked, blood flooding up into her mouth. Yet there was a soft smile on her face as she collapsed to the ground. Aspen could hear the throes of the fighting around her as she took her final breath, at peace with her death in the only place she’d ever felt at home.

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You better change that kid’s name. Don’t want a part of me hanging around, now do you?

Why did you do it?

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Pretty much. You're not a part of my life anymore.

I was horny and I didn't like you.

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@ Peeta

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I had to! It’s a long story, but. He almost kissed Phox, and I felt bad that he was being so honest with me, so I had to, Aspen..I’m sorry. 

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You didn't have to do anything. I hope you're happy with how you fucked everything up.

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You don’t. But I never needed you.

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That's great because the last thing I want is you hanging around.

[brutusalinari]

I can’t steal someone on their own free will, Joan. She picked me. So yeah, he should give up. 

They seem to. I have no fucking clue why. God, maybe I have gone soft. 

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You know what? Joan is a fantastic name. I had forgotten, thanks. But I can't not support Finnick. I love him to death. He's part of the golden trio with Johanna and me. Your whole love triangle just pisses me off to be honest. If only we could go back to you punching Haymitch at their wedding.

Dude. You've gone soft. You need to go kill some soldiers with me or something. I bet you couldn't even survive a Games you're so soft now.