' He is hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and unpredictable. If he is simply out for whatever he can get, he is ruthless and brutal. If he is committed to the spread of evil and chaos, he is even worse.'
Don't cry. I had to repeat that to myself over and over again. As I leaned against the tree nearest to me. The fact that there were three dead bodies surrounding me, one with its head not actually attached to it's body (and still twitching a little), and I was yet to physically freak out was astounding. A ridiculous numbness had taken over my whole entire body, and as all the adrenaline had left my system and the reality set in as I turned to look at my latest failure - Lizzie's dead body.
Don't cry. I whispered quietly to myself as I pushed up from the tree and finally got a move on. I had to get away from here. I'd been punched in the face, stabbed and even shot before, but there was absolutely nothing that hurt me more than the complete and utter self-hatred and failure that was taking over. Inside of my chest was feeling I can only compare to grief and heartache. I felt like there was no point anymore. I didn't Volunteer to win, I Volunteered for a selfish reason and I had no intentions of having to watch Lizzie die, I'd dreamed of doing one good thing in my morally corrupt life before I died. I wanted to be a good person, die for a reason - cause, for a person that deserved more but I guess not even I can get everything that I wanted. I guess I just had to go win this thing now, right?
Don't cry. I walked up to her body and stupidly pressed my fingers to the side of her neck - just to check - and felt nothing. Her skin was still warm, her eyes closed, if I was a fucking imbecile I could pretend that she was sleeping, however at first I'd have to get past the slow stream of blood streaming from her sliced neck. And even if she was alive there would be nothing I could do for her anyway. I'd do the good thing and put her out of her misery, but thankfully I didn't have to do that. I knelt there for a few seconds to compose myself. I had to look at this logically now. There was no time for emotion. There were five of us now. Which five? I didn't know, but soon I'd run into them and that'd be it, the end where the Victor would crowned. The Victor. The whole culture of it made me feel sick to my stomach, I'll take their money which I don't need, the fame that I don't want and I'll continue fucking up as much shit as I can until they finally say 'enough is enough'. I wonder how much shit I can steal from the Capitol? Maybe some nice jewellery for Lizzie when they bury her, I feel like she'd want that. Along with a pretty coffin, I'll talk to her family, make sure no one is wearing black, and ask everyone to try and be happy. Despite the fact that she'd love the idea of so many people congregating in one place just for her - the emotional bullshit attached to funerals would make her roll her eyes from hell because let's face it, we both knew that's where we were going to end up if the worst case scenario happened.
Don't cry. I had to continue telling myself as I unwrapped the wire from her neck. It was so ugly, North could have at least had the decency to choke her in a nicer way, with some pearls maybe? Or golden wire? I always hated District Two, first Alyssa and now Lizzie. Maybe if I do become a mentor I'll make it my mission to get my Tributes to wipe out that poisonous District before the Bloodbath had finished. I'd give me a little satisfaction, but just a little. I wiped the wire clean of her blood with my shirt before putting it in my pocket. I picked up whatever I could, before turning around and walking away. I wanted to kiss her forehead, run my hands through her hair one last time, but I didn't trust myself, because I felt like if I let it get to me, it'd ruin me and I wouldn't be able to walk away. She'd be so angry if she saw me like that and I feel like if I owed it to anyone, it'd be her. I settled down on the outskirts of the wooded area and used the remainder of the first aid kit to patch up my fresh wounds. I sat in complete silence, there was no wind, no movement, it felt like I was on the only person left in the world. If I thought about it logically I shouldn't actually be missing Lizzie as much as I am right now. I let her join the gang because she was hot and I hate odd numbers. And, because she was so strong, and confident and I kind of admired that she stood up to me and didn't take any of my shit. She made we work for the affection I so desperately craved from her and as a result, I became well and truly smitten. I looked down at my battered body and cleaned up whatever wounds I could find before bandaging them up and resting my head back against the tree stump. At times like these, I found myself thinking about bizarre things, to keep my mind off of pressing matters. Right now, I thought about something that I read in a book once. It said that in order to achieve human teleportation, one must completely destroy themselves and then resemble themselves in a different location. However, whenever this happens we always lose a piece of ourselves in the process.
âDonât cry.â I whispered quietly to myself again as I thought about this theory. But before I could even stop it, a solitary warm tear dropped from the corner of my eye. No more followed, it was just that one. It felt like Iâd been torn to pieces and sewn back together when Lizzie died in front of eyes. As the last breath left her mouth, a part of myself was lost and as cheesy as it sounded I couldnât see myself ever being the same again. She made me feel less cynical, less angry, gave me another reason to smile. So when another tear fell, I didnât feel weak or pathetic, I just accepted how I felt because Iâd just about lost the most important person in my life, and I didnât even realise how much she really meant to me until she was gone.
Injuries: Broken heart, Gashes of his legs and superficial cuts (all bandaged and cleaned), potential rabies, bite marks on ankle, deep cut to hip, and arm (all bandaged and clean)
Events: I was attacked (viciously might I add), Lizzie died. It wasn't nice. :'(
Location: In the forest area across the river Allies: Lizzie Weapons: Sabre and Quarterstaff Items: 10 oz insulated canteen full of clean water, 2 iodine tablets, mess kit (containing 1 fork, 1 spoon, 1 knife, a small pan, a plate, and a mug inside a mesh bag), compass, watch, book of matches, first aid kit (containing 1 bandages, 2 morphling tablets, needle/thread, antibacterial cream, and medical tape), 3 MREs (roast beef, potato, carrots, and brownie), 1 apple, a blanket and a net Injuries: Nasty gash on my leg and claw marks, possible rabies (all bandaged and treat albeit the rabies ofc) Notable Events: Elizabeth and I ran into a bit of a pickle in the form of a cat like mutt or whatever the hell it was however we escaped with few injuries and live to see another day \o/ we left the castle, crossed the river and set up camp. I received a sponsorship gift which was nice, extra protection. We fell asleep underneath the trees and realised that things have been a bit too cosy, we had to start eliminating the enemy now.
"If that will help you fall asleep tonight than so be it." I rested my head on his shoulder for a moment but, when we left the castle, a groan escaped my lips. Of course there was a forest outside. "Still, I think we would be better off inside." The natural disasters worried me more than the other tributes at that point, not that the inside of the castle was much safer but still. For all we knew the Gamemakers could be trying to lure us outside all along.
That river was pretty, I had to admit. Someone was going to end up drowning in it, but it was pretty. âThat sounds quite nice. Maybe it does.â I bit into my own apple, sitting down and leaning back, supporting my weight on my elbows so that I could still see the river. I expected him not to know, how would he? But yet I was disappointed. His question did make me chuckle a bit. âDid they tell you that? It wasnât because of them you know? I asked the Peacekeepers not to let anyone in, I didnât even think they would try to say goodbye to me at first. I was a mess and I was scared, no one should see me like that. Besides if thereâs one thing I hate more than goodbyes itâs people crying. Itâs ugly and disgusting.â
She was never going to get over the fact that we were going to have to leave this castle."Of course you do, you lazy bugger." I pushed her a little and looked at the river in front of me it was pretty, to the right of us further ahead was a confluence. I remember in school we had geography, learning about rivers was good fun, even though everyone hated them. I guess I just had a thirst for knowledge. "Yeah, they did." I shuffled in my spot and looked up at her with a frown. "Of course they'd try and say goodbye, why wouldn't they?" but now I was a little concerned, we were a team, so why wouldn't she think that? We were crooks, thieves, in Caesar's case, murderers and downright despicable people but when it came down to it. We were family. "It's okay to be scared Elizabeth, even you." I held onto her hand a little squeezed it, it sucked. It did. We were probably going to die here. This was probably going to be the last good night for us both. "Come on, let's get across this bullshit river, make a fire and sleep in the forest like outlaws."
Pffft! After Lizzie had finished up patching his leg, he stood up and rolled his trouser leg down before testing it out. It still hurt, the pain obviously there, but it was a lot more tolerable, and plus it had been cleaned which was always a plus. âNot always, I just...
She really was. "You so were." I brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear before wrapping my arm around her and walking out of the castle. In front of us was what seemed to be a large expanse of wood and somewhere seemingly decent to came in, given the opportunity. "Probably not, but to be honest I didn't feel like getting attacked my more of those things to be honest." I did bring the blanket though, and that was all that mattered right now. I brushed a small piece of her hair away from her face and trekked a little further into the forest until what looked like a river. I sat down here and started to eat the apple. "Of course it suits you, you're like a gangster Nancy Sinatra work it Elizabeth." I laughed a little before laying down on the ground beneath me. It in all honesty, I hadn't thought about the gang in a long time and it was mainly because it was too hard to deal with that emotion. "I don't know. I really have no idea." I wanted to shut up about the subject but there was still something I wanted to know."Why didn't you let them see you?"
That little touch of affection was just what I needed right now, and although it wasnât actually going to be romantic, it didnât mean I couldnât make a little joke out of it. âIâm like a damsel in distress right now.â I chuckle a little before shaking my head at her...
Pffft! After Lizzie had finished up patching his leg, he stood up and rolled his trouser leg down before testing it out. It still hurt, the pain obviously there, but it was a lot more tolerable, and plus it had been cleaned which was always a plus. "Not always, I just like it when you fuss over me." I pinched her cheeks again before packing up all the things we didn't have a chance to when we rushed out of the room. "You're a good wench. The best." I whispered to her before getting up on two feet again and started to make my way down the corridor with her. "The best kind of admirer if you ask me." I was aware that I was favoured in the Capitol, because come on, why wouldn't I be? But it was nice to have it confirmed. "Thanks princess, alright let's get a move on though."
"Your stubbornness is astounding." but in reality I was happy that she had actually stopped to see if I was okay, a part of me was beginning to think that the nonchalance that she put on was actually general disregard.
I made a point to take the blanket we used from...
That little touch of affection was just what I needed right now, and although it wasn't actually going to be romantic, it didn't mean I couldn't make a little joke out of it. "I'm like a damsel in distress right now." I chuckle a little before shaking my head at her suggestion. Out of ten my pain was probably at five, and I didn't need to waste our already pathetic supplies. "I think I'll be okay, I'm a man." I grinned and watched her patch my leg up nicely. My gaze focused on the cute concentration on her face, but the sound of beeping caused me to look up. I was loved. "Ooooh look at parachute!" As soon as it landed I opened it to find a flare gun with two flares, how generous. I read the note and a wide smile grew on my face. God bless my good looks. "I do love the Capitol people. Check this bad boy out." I handed the flare gun to Lizzie along with the note that I was must definitely keeping.
"Iâll worry when I want to worry." I would have to worry for someone, someday, right? "Youâll be fine." For fuck sake that thing was strong. I pulled harder on the whip to stop it from going anywhere, it had given us enough trouble already.
Itâs head rolled on the ground and I smiled. Finally. âYes.â As I let go of my grasp its limp body falls to the side, something will surely come to get it and burn it. We picked up our stuff and rushed out of the room. Such a waste of a comfortable bed. âYou arenât going to get far with your leg like that. Thereâs a first aid kit on that pack, right?â
"Your stubbornness is astounding." but in reality I was happy that she had actually stopped to see if I was okay, a part of me was beginning to think that the nonchalance that she put on was actually general disregard.
I made a point to take the blanket we used from the bed and then left with Lizzie. I tried not to limp, I really did but I was just in too much pain. I slid down the the wall and rolled up my jans and winced at the injury. "That's hella true Lizzie, do you want to be all romantic and patch me up?"
"You were the one who said it was left in the oven too long." He was lucky he got that pack because we would have to take care of that leg, but first, the mutant cat had to die. "A girl tries to worry for you RafaeleâŠ" I smirked after sending the beast further away from me.
At his order, I rolled my whip around its ankle. âIf it ruins my whip I swearâŠâ I glanced at my arm and shrugged, the bitchâs claws barely broke the skin. âIf you are going to kill it you better hurry.â
"It was a metaphor." I didn't have the time or the patience to explain to her my sense of humour when it came to metaphors, but I felt like she probably wouldn't want to hear it anyway. "No need to worry, I'm just bleeding with chunks of my flesh missing." I touched my leg gingerly feeling a shooting pain go all up my body. I couldn't afford anymore pain today.
"Fine." I watched as she handled the beast, it snapped and growled at us, still unable to free itself from her grasp. I kicked the thing in the gash that I made for good measure, before severing it's head off. I looked down at its twitching, dead body and turned my nose up. How repulsive. "There. You happy? Now, let's get the fuck out of here before it's friends come join the fun."
I never thought I would had to fight a mad cat off but there was a first time for everything, I guess. âI donât think this thing would fit in an oven.â At least not in one I had seen before. My attention shifted back to Raf when he screamed, finding the cat biting and clawing on his leg. I was still trying to decide if it was trying to kill us or just downright crazy. He really was going to get so many nasty diseases from this.
When that little shit of a cat finally let go of Rafâs leg, I noticed the gash his sabre had left on its torso. Attempting to make it run away at once I swung my whip at its wound before turning away to face Raf to check on him. âAre you okay?â That was a beginnerâs mistake. I barely had time to finish my sentence as the creature jumped at me, clawing my arm as I reached for the mace and hit it on the side of the head and the damn thing backed away.
"Why would you want to put it in an oven?" I asked slightly curious, but mostly with an exasperated tone as I looked at the fresh wounds on my body that hurt like hell. When Lizzie turned to ask me if I was okay, my eyes widened and I shouted at her as quickly, slightly incoherently as well.
"DON'T ASK ME IF I'M OKAY KILL IT!" but before she could focus her attention on the thing, it had already lunged for her as well. I wanted to try and hit it with my sabre, but I was too unsteady and I didn't want to hurt Lizzie so I was in a bit of a pickle. "Secure it with your whip, hold it so it can't run."
"You have, but you can always say it again." I watched him go through the pack before gathering the courage to drag myself out of bed. As I ran my hands down my wrinkled clothes, we heard a strange noise. I looked over at Raf, my eyebrows raised, but he didnât seem interested in staying to find out what was making that noise. I didnât have to argue with that though, since that thing clearly had its own agenda.
"Is that a cat?" I whispered through gritted teeth, trying my best not to move a single muscle. The cat looking thing was staring at us like it was ready to eat us for breakfast. This is why Iâm a dog person. Slowly, I tried to reach for the door handle. If we got out and left this thing inside we probably had time to run before it came after us. Seriously, I thought I was going to be attacked by children and teenagers not an abnormally large cat! But before we could open the door it jumped on us and we had just enough time to dodge the forsaken creature. This situation was just so pathetic I had to roll my eyes before getting my whip in hand. "Letâs kill the damn cat before it gives us a weird disease."
I rolled my eyes at her before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "You just like it when I say nice things to you." as I looked down at the rabid beast, I found myself taking a cautionary step back as it advanced further. "I think it was supposed to be, but it was just left in the oven too long." that was a nice metaphor that I liked to say, but I had to admit this cat like this was absolutely positively repulsive.
For some reason, I'd always wanted a gang cat, like a white fluffy one that I could call Lucifer or something, but if I ever did make it out of here alive I knew that that would definitely not happen. "I think it's going to try and give us a weird disease, okay... so let's just FUCK!" as I pulled out my sabre to give it a quick, painless death, the damn thing jumped at me and dug it's nasty claws and teeth into my leg and I let out a howl of pain before swiping it with my sabre and catching flesh. The thing let go of me and I pulled away, to look at my leg. "IT BIT ME!"
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