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[sabrinakisner]

Zombie Attack (Kinda) || Arena Day 2 OS

The sudden outburst of conscience only make me weaker, more vulnerable. I try to keep them away, begging for a good night sleep, but all I get is the disturbing feeling of blood on my hands. It never bothered me, the sight of blood. Until now, I could see my clothes soaked completely with the red liquid and it wouldn’t even come close to make me feel sick. Now, the simple thought of it makes my stomach twirl in disgust.

Even if the feeling is enjoyable, my eyes don’t stay close for long. Suddenly, I feel something or someone tugging at my ankle and the unquestionable wish for survival kicks in once again. Even before opening my eyes, my hand reaches for the sword and I connect it with what feels like someone’s shoulders. Slowly, my eyes flutter open, letting me to face with the reality.

What is easily recognizable as a factionless man sits in front of me, a gash where his neck and right shoulder connect. The agony expressed in his eyes, the ragged clothes, the crooked smile... Nothing seems to extinguish the flame in my heart, only ignited by the growing fear. A few other men stand behind him, looking at me with hungry expressions. “Leave me alone. I can’t help you.” The words are as sharp as the blade I hold in my hands, cold, freezing even like I never pictured myself saying. “Go away!” My feet moved up and down almost frantically, freeing me from the man’s grasp. Standing up, I immediately grabbed my weapons and pack, holding the large sword in front of me. “I said, go away! Go find someone who can help you.” Mindlessly swinging my the sword, I closed my eyes. They were enemies. They were going to hurt me. I needed to hurt them first.

Continuing to swing the sword, the moment came when I felt it cutting through human flesh. Opening my eyes, all I saw was blood splattering my face and the blade stuck in the man’s rib cage. The others looked at me with surprise and the fact that I didn’t even flinch only served to add to my own surprise. “Get out!” I screamed one last time and they obliged, maybe more because of the unpleasant sight of a dead man at my feet.

Once again, I slide down the wall and sit back on the ground, reaching out to close the factionless’ eyes. And I just stay in the same place, not even daring to look anywhere else, keeping a track of the lives I have ruined.

[dora-twill-blog]

The Thrill | D4

After about two hours of napping, I woke up and saw Isa still lying down next to me asleep. I rustled her awake and helped her get dressed in her half asleep state. She was adorable when she all tired, but it was kind of bad considering how vulnerable she was. After we were both dressed, I picked her up and cursed at the fact that we just forgot about the water we were boiling. We went back to the kitchen, saw the heat still on heating an empty pan, so I put another batch of water to boil and reminded myself to actually come back for it this time.

The walk back to the dormitories was a short one and I opened the door with my shoulder and saw Dorian and Melodee look at me, and then to Isa lying in my arms.

"She's just asleep. Are you guys okay?" I spotted the tattoos on their skin as well, knowing that the same thing had happened to them too.

[death-before-dishonor-daunt-blog]

Whispers to the Silence || Limon || OS

The sound of the shower's steady stream fills the room, punctuated only by small moans and gasps. I run my hands up Lianu's side, as my lips press gentle kisses against her neck. The water runs down our bodies as we move together in unison against the white tile walls, and I wonder if you can ever truly be clean in a place like this. This moment is different than any other we've shared. It's raw and intimate and real. I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping a fistful of strawberry blonde strands as I come inside her, murmuring her name against her parted lips. The thought crosses my mind that I've just made love.

We find a towel and dry ourselves off, hanging our clothes on the shower rod to dry. Our undergarments are the only clothes that have managed to dry, so I dig the t-shirts out of my pack. Protected by the mesh of the bag, they're only a little damp. I toss one to Lianu, slipping the other over my head. Packing everything up, we explore the house. Somehow walking around in just shirts and underpants makes us seem like some old married couple. The thought makes me immeasurably sad. But I entertain the charade for the day.

We find ways to pass the time, finish off the other chicken dinner, and soon enough the day is coming to a close. By now our clothes are dry, so we change back into them and pack everything to move in the morning. we find a bedroom and I set the gun on the nightstand, just in case. We curl up under the blankets, her head resting against my chest as we both drift off to sleep, my hand still ghosting over the gun. 

That night, for the first time in a long time, I dream. I wake up to find the bed empty, and the smell of bacon wafting up the stairs. I smile sleepily, the sheets pooling around my waist as I sit up. I walk down the stairs to find Lianu cooking breakfast. Grinning, I move behind her to place a kiss on her neck, but the moment I touch her, her body goes lip in my arms. Her hair falls away from her face and suddenly I realize she's covered in blood, the shard of a mirror sicking out of her eye, like Artemis.

I wake up panting, my hand still on the gun as I sit up, placing her head in my lap so I don't wake her. I lean against the headboard, disengaging the safety as I sit and keep watch. I look around the room, staring at the windows; the door; the ceiling tiles. I need to keep my eyes open, because every time I close them, I see Lianu's lifeless body. The hours pass and I keep watch, my hand gently reaching down to stroke her hair. "I love you." I whisper into the silence. And I might be imagining things, but I swear I feel her hand squeeze mine. 

[dorian-nardelli]

Exposed || Dori

Can we live in peace? Like we did in Amity once upon a time. Our dreams aren't even safe. I'm haunted by the past and thoughts of what could be but can never be. I dream of my girl and the future we could have if this were not our present. They haunt our waking moments. My dreams feel painful...oh wait.

I wake up to excruciating pain on my back. Can't scream. Can't scream. I start ripping off my jacket and shirt like they're on fucking fire. That's when I notice that I'm not the only one in pain.

"Melodee!"

[verity-hallowswofm]

Waiting Game || One Shot.

I'd been sat down for too long and cramps were beginning to ache the top of my legs as I kept my focus fixed on the large glass doors, waiting to see what the Erudite girl was doing. There hadn't been a cannon or any form of signal to say that Sabrina had perished at the hands of the group that appeared to be swarming her mindlessly, but I wasn't going to take any chances out on the street with her.

Resting the sword against the wooden desk that would have served as the first point of contact for anyone coming into the headquarters, I allowed myself another sip of the water. The snack that I'd eaten earlier had sated my appetite for food but I still had an awful gnawing sensation in my stomach, and it was all aimed at the girl who hadn't appeared yet.

"Fuck." I swear under my breath as frustration and anger appeared from nowhere forcing me into action. Rising from my seat and re-arming myself I take small shallow breaths as I cross the room to the door to peer out into the street, it seemed as though the zombies were still moping around, I just wondered whether Sabrina was here too. With my heart beating in my ears I moved to the door, fight or flight mechanism taking over as I heard the seals break and I pushed out into the summer air.

[dora-twill-blog]

Tattoo | D4 (Fabiosa)

I had somehow managed to stay away for the whole night, sleep wasn't the type of thing that came easily to me when I was off my medication, or on it but either way I found myself wandering around the Dauntless compound during the night like I usually did back at home. Insomnia wasn't a nice thing and it was something that I had been dealing with my entire life, the Arena was evidently going to be no different, especially considering that my stress levels had peaked to an all time high.

The pain came slowly at first, and it was the kind of pain that I felt when I got my one and only ever tattoo. The pain, both physically and mentally was almost unbearable. Just the feeling of the needle pressed against my skin made me want to throw up. And the same thing was happening again. I looked down at my arm and small tattoos were just appearing on my skin along with blood and I felt my stomach start to seize up and my muscles tense.

"What the fuc-" bees were appearing all over my forearm and my vision was starting to become blurry. No tattoo ever hurt like this. I stumbled back towards the initiate quarters gripping onto my bleeding arm and saw Isa walking out wearing the same expression.

"Oh my God it's happening to you too."

[verity-hallowswofm]

Ghosts || One Shot

I sit with a start, feeling my hair matted and stuck to my face as the nightmare subsides, I wondered how I'd managed to dream up a girl that I'd never met, only seen across the training centre as I'd rushed forward to attack the Game Makers. Shrugging the vision off, I rummaged in my pack for the water that I'd been sent the night before, taking sparse sips to wash away the sandpaper texture that my tongue had grown into overnight. 

Preparing myself for the journey to wherever I decided to move, I tested the needles of the compass that I'd pinned to the straps of my pack, making sure that I could look down and grasp them with my teeth if I needed to. Ensuring I'd collected everything, I pushed through the door of the storage cupboard slowly, making sure that I was still alone in the tall building and nobody was waiting to ambush me, I could easily access my sword but the bow was hooked over my shoulders and would be awkward to manoeuvre in such a small space. 

The spurt of crimson crossing across one of the dauntless girls hands as the flash sensation of drowning crippled me before darkness took over and I felt my body sink.

The marble of the floor was cold against my palms as I stared at it, rocked by the waking dream as I hunched on all fours panting for air that didn't seem to satisfy my burning lungs. The visions were like being snuck up no with a taser that strained my mind and left my body rigid as the lucid dreams took over my consciousness. I pulled myself from the ground and continued through the building, anxious of what I would be hit with next, more death, more destruction.

"Verity." The voice called out like an echo that ricocheted from the walls, a snippet of something that I'd never heard but was so familiar to me that I almost burst into a run to find the source. Deep rooted genetics reached through the space between myself and the voice that repeated my name in flashes and whispers until finally, after climbing the next set of stairs I found her, settled against a desk in her black and white ensemble. "Dear child, you've grown so." Her ghostly lilt caressed the air between us as I decidedly gripped the handle of my weapon, expecting a trick from the Game Makers in the phantom of my Mother.

"I'm merely here to help...." Her words were cut off before another vision stole my vision from me. The snow falling towards me and the cold cobbled road below, the swollen abdomen of my own body convulsing as the motions of childbirth tore through it, unaided by medicine or assistance as my heart raced for the life of my child. Blood on my fingertips and a final cry through the air, looking down into the face of my child, myself. "Verity." 

I'm pulled back to the present with my hands supporting me against a desk close to where the apparition of my mother sits, her kindly smile my own reflected back at me from it's source. I wondered if I'd gone mad overnight and if this was all some kind of repentance from the Game Makers for my initial outburst.

"The chalkboard...." My mother said, her last words as her proud look glitters away into nothing and I catch my breath. Holding myself together for long enough to face the aforementioned board that stood alone at the front of the classroom. Infront of me the grid of squares looked so familiar but strange from the eagle eyed perspective. Buildings and farms all clumped together in perfect unison to make the city that I knew. The difference was the small stars slowly moving with their little labels next to them. I wondered what sorcery the Game Makers had managed as I scrambled for a piece of paper, looking for something to copy the map on. Finally I find a dis-guarded book, with a name I didn't recognize on the front of it, somebody's workbook just left here, abandoned. It made me worry about home.

Retracing my steps down to my room, I found the butt of the cigarette that I'd smoked the night before. It's ashy remains would work perfectly as a means to copy the map onto the page and with deft movements, I had a makeshift map of the Arena. Moving back to take in the labels, I begin to see where the other tributes are. The closest one being Sabrina, who was outside of the Erudite HQ, probably in an attempt to make her way back "home" to something familiar, just like most of the Amity and Dauntless had. I wasn't surprised to see Lianu and Damon at the pier together either. It was the tributes that I didn't know that irked me the most, Serena and Charles, Nate and Aralyn allying together shook me even more. It was doubtful that I would be able to fight off two people at the same time, so I'd avoid travelling to either Candor or Abgenation for now. 

It was Lydia that I worried about, that little girl on her own after having to spend the night reminded of the loss of her best friend. She was stuck between groups that I hadn't met and had no idea if they would harm her or not. That poor girl.

After studying the map a little more, I make my way over to the window, looking down onto the street where the map told me that I'd find Sabrina. As I pressed a hand against the cold glass, I watched the girl fighting a group that looked rabid and ravenous, fighting with myself at the thought of having to face her if she came inside.

"Verity, my Verity." The shudder of a voice called out from behind me. "I'll be waiting..." 

I spun on the spot, sword ready as I watched the apparition disappear again. I had to leave this place, and if it meant that I would have to face Sabrina then I would wait to see if she turned on me first. Sitting on the wheeled chair of the main lobby, I took one of the lunchables from my bag and ate it, sustaining myself for the possibility of an upcoming fight with the girl that had already claimed two lives. If she was going to come for me, then I'd be ready.