#sector iv

[everettlance]

He had been sleeping perched in a tree for less than an hour when he saw the glow of red below him. His dreams had been troubled and he was almost glad to be woken by it, by the presence of someone else. Even though red meant an enemy, it also meant a distraction from the events of the past 24 hours — Sloane and then Lionel.

There had been a lot of blood.

He held out his sword, preferring to be on the offensive even if he was exhausted. “Could you walk a little quieter? I’m trying to get my beauty sleep.”

@seraphina-mccabe​

[silverfierro]

Their decision, her and Lara’s to enter the tunnel to who-knows-where ended up being a smart one despite the reluctancy with which Madeleine committed to it. The dark of the night may have hidden them from view, but it also cloaked anyone who had the skills to sneak up on them and their tiny beachfront. Going underground, or she she thought, was safest until light again touched the arena. Underground turned out to be underwater, a sight she was still getting used despite having been in the tunnels for hours. Theodore had not shown up again. If he was here, he was hiding. Lara likely couldn’t see him anyways. Not unless Theodore wanted her too or she had the belief to make him real.

Madeleine stopped to press her hand through the walls of the tunnels again, feeling the rapid rush of water against her good hand. It was absolutely beautiful all around them, especially as the sun rose and illuminated the underwater world. Fish everywhere, the blue more blue than she knew it could be. Far from where they stood, it looked like there was a giant mass of colorful rocks where more fish swam about. There was a selfish desire to swim towards it to get a better look, but she knew it was foolish thinking. She would be ridiculed for making such a terrible decision at a time like this.

“How far do you think these tunnels go?” she asked her unexpected partner after a long period of silence. 

@lara-lacraft​

[lionelse]

strained roar | self para

Cold, burning light. Light that didn't reach the corners of the rooms, traveled at a snail's pace and shrouded the room in darkness when no one was there to bear witness. 

She was there. It didn't make sense, but she was here, and suddenly it felt like he had entered a vacuum, and everything was so, so heavy. 

Cold, burning light.

He learned then that the universe would always get its way. It gave no regard to whether he or anyone there wanted to be alive or not, if they were okay with what should have been the impossible. And even though he wasn't the only one, he felt so alone in that fact, so isolated. When he woke up, there was no one who had meant anything to him in a past life, and now, with the silhouette of North giving her last fight that had been burned into the back of his mind, he wished he would have savored being alone. Being alone was better than whatever hell this was.

The sword in her hand refracted light from seemingly nowhere, bringing him back to the finale of his games, the pain that came with it was almost expected. He had been staring, unable to look away until he felt his stomach turn like spin cycle, forcing him to turn away to empty his stomach next to a nearby tree, the bile clinging to his lips, Lionel unable to wipe them clean.  Why did it have to be her? 

He pulled himself from against the tree with a huff and turned away from North, hoping to make a lucky escape, but instead she was standing right a few feet ahead of him, slightly obscured by the trees. 

He felt his head pound at the sight of her sword again, and suddenly it felt like his victory was right in front of his hands, if he could only fight back. The sickle in his hands felt like some sort of taunt, like North was taking revenge. It was her turn to win. It already felt like she did, like she planted her sword in his skull this time. 

He stumbled his way through the woods to try and escape, running as fast as he could. Even if it was all just a vision, his choking breath felt more like blood running down from the blade, and pouring down his throat relentlessly. 

Somehow, he escaped the woods, but now he was stuck like this, with the sword that wouldn't be twisted, no, he'd have to live with it — just like he did before.  I have to say goodbye. 

[silverfierro]

Never having been one to keep his word, Silver left the girl from District 7 sleeping on the rooftops and was making his way into unknown territory. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. He had to be sure the Cornucopia was empty. If it wasn't, a goldmine of supplies would go to waste instead of assisting him on his path to victory. Treading quietly from a distance deemed safe, the boy crouched in the grass, straining to make sense of what lingered at the center of the arena. A shiver ran up his spine, alerting him that he wasn't alone. Unarmed, Silver turned to face it, fists forward. Instead of a pathetic tribute holding a weapon incorrectly greeting him, a deep purr vibrated through his being from a feline creature as dark as the night surrounding them. He took a step back every few seconds, trying to read the mutt's piercing glare that rivaled his own. Seemingly instantly, the creature pounced, it's torso slamming into his face. With all his might, he exerted a kick to send the feline mutt further than it had intended, landing on his opposite side. From the corner of his eye, a figure could be seen moving closer, a human outline. "If you're here to kill the mutt, be my guest. If you're here to kill me, get in line."

[wrrpoetry]

SECTOR IV

Title: SECTOR IV Author: ABIGAIL ANABA Genre: FICTION Publisher: ELJARA CONNECTIONS LTD Year of Publication: 2015 ISBN: 978-978-93699-5-9 Awards: nil Blurb: Sector IV is a story of love and loss, of choice and consequences. It is a story of a woman’s search for happiness and the near illusiveness of ‘happily-ever-afters’. It is set in Nigeria of 1967-1971. “#SectorIV is set against the backdrop…

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ABIGAIL ANABA

Name of Author: ABIGAIL ANABA Books: SECTOR IV , ELJARA CONNECTIONS LTD, 2015 Genre(s): Fiction Awards: nil ABOUT ABIGAIL ANABA: Abigail Anaba describes herself as a writer, thinker and teacher. Though she is primarily a teacher, she always puts writing first because writing has always been her first love. She has worked on various writing projects for Nollywood and Nigerian television drama and…

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