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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 17, 2019 1:22:06 GMT -5
I still thought it was great Chaos x
Sparky - I’d love to see more writing from you because I love your writing but there’s no rush x
I will get more writing up today I think but yeah let me know what y’all want to see)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 21, 2019 5:26:08 GMT -5
I’m lying in my bed in the rebel base, trying desperately to get a little bit of sleep; I’ve got a watch in a few hours and I’m not about falling asleep on the job. And I very quickly realise that I must indeed have fallen asleep.
Because when I open my eyes, she’s back again.
Leaning against the wall next to my bed, with her dark hair in a messy ponytail. Her skin is covered with dust and dirt, and there is some dried blood on her clothes that I’m willing to bet isn’t hers. Her eyes are sharp, catching the low light in the room. She is toying with a knife, the blade reflecting silvery light onto her face periodically as she turns it absently in her hands.
It’s me again, from the Arena.
“I thought you were gone,” I say as I sit up in my bed, watching the girl warily
“Then you’re stupider than you look,” she chuckles “though I suppose it’s quite endearing that you thought you could get rid of me that easily. I am you, honey, I’m never going away.”
“Okay, so what do you want?” I ask, irritated now
“What I’ve always wanted,” she replies with a shrug “to make you realise what an idiotic decision you’re making.”
“Been there, done that, still not changing my mind.”
The other me just smiles slowly, approaching me again just like she did in the last dream.
“I thought you might say that,” she says as she sits on the bed next to me “but you can’t fight facts. All you’ve ever wanted is control, which you never had. You trained yourself for years because you knew what the best chance was for you. You knew the world wouldn’t treat you fairly, that you wouldn’t have a chance at survival unless you won the Games. Because nobody was going to give a job to a homeless, orphaned teenager. You had a plan. You were going to finally live the life you were meant to live. And here you are throwing it all away.”
“I wouldn’t have needed that plan, wouldn’t have been homeless or orphaned, wouldn’t have had to fight for survival, if it weren’t for the Capitol.”
“Oh, yes, and where were the rebels when you family died? Why did the rebels let so many kids die before they broke into the Arena? What about the kids who didn’t make it out? The rebels don’t want to help you, they want to use you for publicity. And when they’ve got what they needed you’ll be cannon fodder, because this is real war. Not the Games. And if the Capitol win? Well, then, that’s a death sentence for you. Doing the right thing will lead to what it always does; suffering and death. That’s why Everest, Holly and Amadrya are being tortured while you got away safely.”
“I don’t care!” I shout “I’m here to help the rebels, to make some kind of positive difference. I’m here for my friends.”
“Right, yes, your friends. Whose deaths you were planning maybe a month ago. You’ve tried to make some kind of family out of them, but we both know that’s just made up. They still don’t trust you, and they’re right; they’d be stupid to think you’d really changed. You’re a career, a Capitol mutt. Even Alessandro wonders how much of what happened in the arena was a lie.
I think the truth is, you’re weak. A selfish, scared kid. Not like your sister, who risked so much for your safety and died anyway. Because goodness isn’t rewarded, because she died and you survived instead. You’re so terrified of letting people in that you lie and manipulate, and that is never going to change. They deserve better than you. The rebels are not the kind of group for someone like you. You belong in the Capitol, where you can keep surviving like you always do, because what does morality matter? What do your pride and principles matter? This is the Hunger Games, and they never end.”
Listening to those words has dredged up such a mix of emotions in me that I don’t know how to react. Sadness and anger fill me, like pressure building up and up. But she goes on.
“All you have to do is run. Leave them behind and go be the girl you were meant to be. You don’t owe them anything.”
I fix her with the same cold stare she’s giving me.
“You’re forgetting; I actually developed a heart in that Arena, and afterwards. I’m not leaving, and I don’t have to listen to you anymore.”
But when I open my eyes, the dream faded, my eyes are filled with tears. They flicker to the knife I always keep on my bedside table, because I’ve always done that ever since I lost my family. I haven’t changed. But I can try
I have to try.
(I don’t really know what this was? I guess still trying to figure out how Macaria ticks)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 23, 2019 18:35:55 GMT -5
She’s there again.
She always there.
Her eyes glimmer like dim stars, and her hair seems like torn cloth, a sickly smile painted at her lips.
Her blood coated lips, and eyes with callous remark, without mercy, without hope, only with placid agitation.
I turn around, in my bed with my eyes closed tight. Blocking her out. Blocking her-
“Classic,” is the only word I hear, chilled and sending shivers down my spine. But she isn’t done, “Can’t sleep, huh? Do I need to sing you a lullaby?”
I look up again, meeting those venomous green eyes, boring into my soul and piercing my heart again. I can’t respond, not now, nor when her soft voice starts to sing out.
“The old moon is tarnished,” she began, starting to walk through the air towards me, grinning manically as blood dribbles down her lips. “With smoke of the flood, The dead leaves are varnished,” my eyes trail her, as she finally stands before me, “With colour like blood,” blood...
Blood like the gaping hole in her abdomen, reminding me of the spear that was originally there, impaling her body like a skewered fish.
I remember that clearly. Running through the arena, spotting the escaped victim, spotting her, and fighting.
Fighting when I didn’t need to.
“A treacherous smiler With teeth white as milk, A savage beguiler In sheathings of silk,”
The song is soft still, a poem with added melody, sweet and luring, but with a hint of it rue malice.
And yet she’s running, I can see it still. Blood dribbles slowly from a scratch elongating over her eyes and tears are in her eyes as well.
“We don’t have to fight!” She begged, stopping when she could run no more, the arena stood between her and freedom, trapping her with me, “We won’t have to fight anymore, just please listen to me!”
I had stood before her, towering the short girl, my brunette hair falling over my eyes, shadowing them, “Shut up!”
“The sea creeps to pillage, She leaps on her prey...”
It brings to memory the action, flashing before my own eyes with the memory, thrusting my spear at her as the words “We can be free, Alessandro!” leaves her mouth.
“A child of the village Was murdered today.“
She took time to die, almost immediately the spear impaled her, sticking her to the spot like a tethered doll, sputtering blood and whimpers and not even able to fall.
Behind her the arena had flickered, before giving out just seconds later.
And yet her eyes scared me to the day, reflecting the girl before me now. A bloody smirk on her face, challenging green eyes, pale skin stained by bloody tears.
“Think you won, Alessandro?” Cooed the pale girl, reaching a bloodied hand out, and he stood right before her, her hands barely grasped my neck, before trailing up to my cheek with a bold trail of blood, leaving the icky feeling to resonate in my body, “Think you could rid of me so easily?”
I still remember her tightening her grip, hateful gaze bored into my soul, “You’ll never get rid of me, I’ll always haunt you, I’ll always make you pay for what you did. You won’t escape this!”
Her sentence hung off, clipped like the anticlimactic phrase it was as her hand had dropped, leaving me with the memory of the gory girl, bloodied.
Her song continues.
“She came up to meet him In a smooth golden cloak, She choked him and beat him To death, for a joke.”
Her very presence is choking me, I’m fighting back tears and trying not to cry.
Everyone else, Amadrya, Everest, Halina, Ari, Burton, and my dearest Macaria lived on, they live now with me(albeit with broken ties from some).
But she doesn’t get to live on, she just haunts and haunts and haunts,
“Leave me alone,” I beg, fruitless, but she shakes her head, continuing her lullaby, while caressing my cheek like a child once more, except, now as the shadow she is, not as the girl she was.
And fear holds me there’s and guilt,
So, so, so, so much guilty
“Her bright locks were tangled, She shouted for joy, With one hand she strangled A strong little boy.”
She pinched my cheek at the strong little boy part, mockingly, before sitting on my bed in her weightless warm boring me down, daring me to rest.
I can see that look in her eyes, saying ‘sleep, won’t you? I’ve tried so hard to sing you this song’, with that teasing smirk on her face.
“Please...Stop” I beg again.
She pauses, staring at me for a moment, and for a second I can see the girl who could have been my friend, who should have, with clear green eyes, pale skin that was unblemished, untangled hair that floated silky smooth, and a smile, not hateful, but genuine, resting upon her face.
It’s gone, reminding me that I took it away.
And silence reigns for a few moments as the tears begin to fall down my cheeks.
“Now in silence she lingers Beside him all night To wash her long fingers In silvery light.”
(The poem is Sea Lullaby by Elinor Wylie, and otherwise, the idea behind this is an AU in which Holly kind of fights back and tends to mock Arlo and the other careers. However, she receives a vague idea about the arena being open/receives a message. Arlo wants no part in it and kills her on the spot, and faces the consequences of guilt and hysteria after.
So no, the figure isn’t a ghost, it’s simply his guilty conscience taking form.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 23, 2019 23:21:10 GMT -5
That was amazing!
I got woken up at 5 AM so I’m going back to sleep but when I wake I have more writing coming)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 24, 2019 3:13:59 GMT -5
I’m lying back in my bed in District 7, the same comfortable bed I’ve slept in since I was twelve. I can feel a cool spring breeze stirring the air even as a golden sun warms my skin. The voices of my family carry through the air, my cousins bickering amongst themselves. And Ackley is pounding at the door, shouting my name and telling me to get up. The thought lazily crosses my mind that I must be late to work, I need to get up.
But that’s when I catch the urgency in his voice, and suddenly I’m aware of the smell of smoke.
I immediately jump out of bed, and a glance out of the window as I do so makes my blood run cold. Thick columns of black smoke is rising through the air outside as the houses burn. The marketplace is just charcoal now, and the forest outside the gates glows with flickering amber flames.
District 7 is burning.
I rush out of my room to join my uncle and cousins, relieved to see that our house isn’t yet aflame, though it probably doesn’t have long as the fire jumps from house to house. I can hear the screaming of people outside. We have to move.
All of us run outside, and I’m immediately assaulted by the thick, choking smoke, so much so that immediately my body is wracked with coughs. I can hear screaming, and the crying of babies, and gunshots. Peacekeepers are running rampant in the district, setting the buildings on fire and shooting anyone who manages to get out. Crowds of bodies line the street, the soil red with blood.
We keep running, even though we know we have nowhere to go. We’re fenced in, and the forest is burning. They have us surrounded. For all intents and purposes, this is nothing more than an execution.
And in panic, I run with my family as gunshots ring behind us, but I lose them in the black smoke and I’m running, I’m running. But everything fades to black.
Suddenly I’m not in District 7 at all, I’m in a little cottage I don’t recognise. There’s a beautiful field of wildflowers outside. I’m standing by the kitchen window, and Everest stands next to me, holding my hand. We’re watching a little girl, a girl who looks like both of us, as she plays among the brightly coloured flowers outside.
She looks so happy, and as she plays I cast my gaze at the woodland bordering our home. It doesn’t look far from District 7, or at least the woodland is very similar. It’s almost sunset, and birdsong rises in a beautiful chorus from the trees.
It’s a moment of perfect bliss.
But I know it’s going to get dark soon, and so I’m about to call our daughter in when my eyes settle on something terrifying. I stop in my tracks as I see a figure silhouetted against the treeline, stepping closer and closer to where our little girl is playing, not suspecting the danger. Even without being able to see the face, I know who that is. He is all too familiar, and he will never leave my nightmares. And then I hear his voice.
“I will ruin everything you love. I can make District 7 burn, and District 2 for good measure. I can make sure you will never have a moment of peace and happiness again. I will take it all away, I will make you suffer, I will never leave. You can’t win, Amadrya. Look at the destruction and suffering being brought on innocent people here, all because of you. You and your friends, corrupting them. Oh, mark my words, Darrow, you’ll beg for death before this is over.”
And when I open my eyes one last time, I’m in the same place I always was. My cell in the Capitol. I sit up, chest heaving as I wipe at the tears wetting my cheeks.
We have to do something.
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“My drops of tears I’ll turn to sparks of fire”
(I have no idea what this is really, or why I did it. Maddie just wanted me to and I’m not about to argue with her. Ignore the many typos that will be there and the short length, I did this on mobile)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 24, 2019 5:08:03 GMT -5
Also tell me this isn’t something Burton would do. Imagine Burton and Holly
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 25, 2019 4:25:53 GMT -5
See I wanna do more writing, like actually maybe introducing some new ideas too for our characters.
A possibility is to imagine what it would’ve been like if other characters had been captured instead but idk
If I did more Amadrya I’d want to explore something a bit different with her. Either future stuff or sticking with the current plot stuff. Like maybe I think about what, apart from hurting Everest, would be the worst thing Louden could do to harm Amadrya. And then just running with it)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 26, 2019 7:15:21 GMT -5
Again, some future stuff has planned.
The hiatus should be over and the new chapters are in progress and almost ready to go. The plans are done and set and the surprised are ready :3.
and maybe some will get to live and travel towards that future....maybe)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 26, 2019 7:19:49 GMT -5
Oh no I meant like total hypothetical au future stuff, there’s absolutely no pressure for your plot! Xx
I’m happy to hear that you’ve got some stuff planned and that you’re writing new chapters, that’s so exciting! But remember if you need to take time that’s totally okay we’re happy to wait x same if you need any help or anything
I’m very excited to see what’s going to happen)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 26, 2019 14:26:58 GMT -5
Chapter 11: Her Voice is Not Her Own
To say the situation was less than desirable would be an understatement.
“This is hell,” a whiny moan escaped from nearby, and Amadrya rolled her eyes at the noirette nearby. She agreed with the sentiment, though she would beg to differ that hell would be better than their current situation.
“That’s exactly the fifth time you have said this, Alandria,” Everest put in, earning a soft snort from Amadrya. Her own eyes met his, and they both shared soft smiles, kindness reflected back, understanding, even a bit of humor despite the situation.
“Wow, didn’t know you were keeping count, you-“ Amadyra tuned Holly out for a moment, just barely catching the words as she and Everest held eachother in a vice with their own eyes, but the moment wouldn’t last, “Awe! Are you guys having a moment?”
Only Holly could sound so sarcastic and mocking all the same, then again, Macaria could too.
Regardless, the two teens blushed ever-so-slightly and stared in other directions, and leave it to them to be caught up in romance drama with the threat of death looming over them at any moment.
“If I had something in here other than my complete and utter lack of hope, I’d actually think that would be kind of cute!” Came the overly haopy(and sarcastic) comment.
“If I had something in here that was heavier than a feather I would be throwing it at you, right about now.” Amadrya shot back. So caught up in each other and cheering the others up and teasing, they didn’t notice the dark cloud on the horizon.
“Children, you are torturing me with idiocy,” came the older, much more masculine voice. And all 3 of them froze, electing to stare back with wide, wide eyes.
Amadrya could see the emotions so plain as day in the faces of the others, fear, anger, and determination. But she knew her’s only held fear and shame.
She could even detect that not so quite whisper from behind her, “Yeah right, like we’re the idiots.”
Louden only granted the green-eyed girl with a fixed and cold stare, but his eyes settled on Amadrya and she’s knew. The way he smirked, knowing he had won, the way his eyes narrowed slightly, ready to see the chaos unfold. Two guards were with him, and much to the gasps of matching horror and confusion from her fellow tributes, her cell was unlocked, painfully slow.
They were scared he was going to hurt her, and while he wouldn’t hurt her physically, she knew even agreeing with him would.
Yet, no one, not even her, was expecting his words, “Amadrya, you’re free to go,” along with one of his knowing smirks.
But she couldn’t comprehend, her eyes trailed up, confused, and terrible feelings washed over her.
Why?
“What?” Came her short, almost teary response.
“The deal, Darrow,” that elicited a gasp from Everest, but Holly only clenched her fists, and from the corner of her own eyes, Amadrya could see the fellow female’s hateful gaze, as if Holly was already piecing this all together. “You do as we say, you get to be safe,”
That wasn’t it...he left something out.
She realized just a little too late what he was doing, because the next thing she knew, the guards were coming to collect her and yanked her away.
She remembered the betrayed gazes sent her way, sending shivers down her spine. Making her blood feel like ice beneath her skin.
Soon the doors closed and her access was blocked, and they started to let her go. Regardless, she fought back and pushed away, slamming herself into the door with pitiful might. All of her strength was gone, she was stunned and panicked. And inside it all felt like a snake was constricting her chest, she felt guilt, thick and bloodlike, sticking to her like a magnet, sweeping through her veins.
Everest and Holly didn’t know of her deal.
Everest and Holly were left alone, told that she made a deal for her own safety, and she didn’t even deny it.
She just let herself be led away like an animal.
The spell of self deprecation fell when the simple words came to her, “You thought it would be that easy, Darrow?”
She turned, vicious and hurt, and very much feeling like cornered prey. But she couldn’t even think straight, “You lied to them! You didn’t keep your end of the deal!” She said, tears starting to spill. “You lied to me!”
A painfully tight feeling wound in her chest, but he only smirked that dumb smirk, his brown eyes boring down on her like a plague, “I didn’t lie to them. You did make a deal to do what I wanted, and I didn’t lie to you-“
“-Yes you did lie to me!” She fumed, glaring at him, her vision blurred by tears.
“How so? I said I wouldn’t hurt them. Did you see me beat them?” He questioned.
Now that question filled her with cold dread, like a bottomless pit, and she backed up, hitting the door as she gasped in, hiccuping slightly as she did so, raising her hands and hug herself as she slid down the door.
“Now, now, Darrow, let’s not be dramatic. We have a show to prepare for, and wouldn’t you know it? You’re the Star!” His dumb accent, laced with all the riches he owned, taunted her like a puppet.
Deal or no deal, she couldn’t cry for him, give him what he wanted anymore.
And deal or not, their lives depended on her now, no matter what they thought of her.
So, standing up, she followed him out, wiping her tears away, and feeling her determination slowly sink away like water in a drain. Such a strange calm settled over her because how much worse could it really get? and so what if she had to talk for the Capital? At least they were safe!
It didn’t stop the guilt from mounting with each step, and it didn’t stop the shame from wallowing over her, drowning her.
(Enjoy, I hope!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 26, 2019 15:48:34 GMT -5
Ooh I just got in I’m gonna read this now Also probably got some writing coming soon as well )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 26, 2019 15:52:59 GMT -5
(Oh my god that was amazing I love it - the drama!
I am inspired by this - my writing mayyy pull from this)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 26, 2019 16:04:41 GMT -5
Chapter 12: A Game No One Can Win
Amadrya’s on the side of the Capital now, it seems, and faces the music with Everest.
Meanwhile, something turns Holly’s attention to a possible escape, and she’s willing to do whatever it takes.
All the while, a storm is brewing in the horizon, a mistake is made by one the of the rebels that may cost everything.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 26, 2019 16:05:37 GMT -5
Ooooooooooh shit is getting real with this next chapter!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 26, 2019 16:54:57 GMT -5
“Amadrya, you’re free to go,”
Now, once when I was a kid, I was climbing a tree in the forests of District 7. I didn’t get very high when I lost my grip on a branch and fell. For the moment I was falling, dread filled my stomach, and my ears were filled with a rushing sound. I hit the ground on my back, and all of the air rushed out of my lungs. It was several painful moments before I could properly get my breath again.
That’s what this feels like.
I know, I can see from the triumph in his eyes, that he’s somehow played me. That I’ve lost. All that remains is to find out how badly.
I look at him in confusion, narrowing my eyes. But I already know, the guilt is already filling me.
“What?” is all I can muster, trying to hide the emotion in my voice
“The deal, Darrow,” is his reply
And that damn near makes my heart stop. Because I can feel Holly and Everest’s gazes on me. I can’t look at them as Everest gasps, and from the corner of my eye I catch Holly clenching her fists, piercing me with her eyes, flickering in green flame.
“You do as we say, you get to be safe.”
I’m stunned into silence, trying desperately to summon some words. I have to say something. But I don’t succeed before the guards are pulling me out of my cell and leading me out of the room, followed by the hateful glares of Holly, and the hurt betrayal of Everest.
Once the door closes I try to fight, but I fail miserably. My whole body aches, I’m so weak that all I can do is push back against the door like a petulant child. My chest is tightening, and it feels like lead is filling my veins, poisonous and heavy.
Why didn’t I say something, why didn’t I make sure they knew that he was lying? They would have believed me. Wouldn’t they? But I bet Louden was counting on that, knowing I’d be too shocked to say anything, to deny his words. They’re left thinking that I made this choice out of selfishness, and not to protect them. They have no idea. I’ve betrayed them, even more than I was betraying them before now.
“You thought it would be that easy, Darrow?”
Louden’s voice fills me with rage, the very sound of it like insects crawling beneath my skin. I turn, furious, finally able to catch my breath. I am cornered, I am prey. I can’t run, my only option is to fight, however I can.
“You lied to them! You didn’t keep your end of the deal!” I spit, tears falling now “You lied to me!”
This wasn’t part of the agreement. He could do whatever he wanted to me, but the deal was that they not be hurt. He has hurt them; worse, he’s made them think I hurt them. He said he would leave them alone.
But he still hasn’t wiped that smug smirk off his face, and he seems unruffled by my fury.
“I didn’t lie to them. You did make a deal to do what I wanted, and I didn’t lie to you-“
“-Yes you did lie to me!”
I can hardly see through my tears now. My whole body is heavy and tired. My eyes burn, my muscles ache, my skin is littered with bruises. I can’t do this anymore.
I was so stupid, that’s what I hate. I blame myself for being enough of an idiot to agree to a deal with Louden in the first place. Of course he was going to lie, of course he was going to twist it to his advantage. That’s what he’s always done. But I was so ruled by my desire to protect my friends, by my emotions, that I felt I didn’t have a choice.
“How so? I said I wouldn’t hurt them. Did you see me beat them?”
Oh, he knows. He knows what he’s doing, that he’s still hurting them. I hate it. My blood is running cold, dread is spreading through me. All I can do is back up. I feel my back press against the door, and I sink to the ground. I’m not even trying to wipe the tears anymore, I just hug myself as I sob. I’m scared, and broken.
And for the first time, I’m alone.
When my mother died, I had my dad. When my dad died, I had my uncle and my cousins. When I got reaped, I had Ari, and in the Games Everest and my other friends. Like my uncle said, no Darrow goes it alone. And I didn’t have to. But now I do. And I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do. If I was Holly, I’d have this figured out. I’d be used to aloneness and adversity, and I’d be able to fight through it with her toughness and perseverance. But now the people who loved me hate me, and I have to do terrible things in the name of protecting them.
I’m so stupid, I’m so stupid for letting him play me like this. For letting him hurt my friends.
“Now, now, Darrow, let’s not be dramatic. We have a show to prepare for, and wouldn’t you know it? You’re the star,”
His accent, his stupid grating accent, taunts me. I hate everything about him and the Capitol, and I hate everything that he stands for. I would never want to be associated with him. I would never want to help the Capitol.
But the lives of my friends hang in the balance now. They don’t realise, but they depend on me. I have to do this, and I have to do this with a shred of dignity. I can’t let Louden think he’s won anymore, I can’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I have to do what Holly would tell me to do, if she didn’t hate me right now. I have to be strong, and stay cool and collected. I have to keep my pride and my dignity in whatever way I can. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to defy Louden in any small way I’m able to.
So I shakily stand, wipe my tears, and begin to follow Louden. And calm fills me, because I realise I’ve hit rock bottom. This cannot get worse, and I’m doing this to keep my friends safe. Our situation isn’t going to get worse from here.
But still, as I walk, I feel like I’m weighed down, pulled back. Unease and guilt are filling me, telling me I’m a terrible person, that I’m in way above my head. I’m a traitor and a liar, and my friends are suffering because of me.
But I have no choice.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 26, 2019 17:05:42 GMT -5
The next chapter should be out soon.
The first parts are done, and a few surprises are to come.
Let’s keep in mind...Louden’s not the only villain ;3.
Though, that’s for me to know, and you all to find out.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 26, 2019 17:07:36 GMT -5
Ooh exciting!
I’m gonna go to bed but I’ll be back in the morning x)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 26, 2019 17:24:44 GMT -5
(Also, I just love Amadrya, the poor girl deals with so much...)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 27, 2019 1:37:58 GMT -5
She’s just out here trying her hardest
See tha s why I love Holly though? Because Holly has been through so much and she just relentlessly carries on even when it’s hopeless. She’s so tough, she just keeps going. That’s why she’s one of my favourites tbh)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 27, 2019 9:50:42 GMT -5
Yeah, I love every character we have here thus far, their all fun, and so so sweet :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 27, 2019 9:53:19 GMT -5
Yeah I seriously adore Holly x
See I feel like I’ve neglected Burton, so anything you’d like to see for him?)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 27, 2019 9:59:37 GMT -5
(I’m good with see8ng anything.
I’m also sorry for what’s about to come...
it’s going to get so...so dark.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 27, 2019 10:02:56 GMT -5
I love dark stuff shhhhh I’m excited)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 27, 2019 12:50:31 GMT -5
Chapter 12: A Game No One Can Win
Betrayal stung deep.
And it would continue to do so.
Everest was a man who tried to be kind, stoic, and serious, all at once. But even he couldn’t help the tears that started falling once Amadrya left, the utter, painful betrayal.
He couldn’t believe she left them there, just for her own safety, that she would betray everything they had fought for.
He couldn’t believe she betrayed him...
Weren’t they friends? We’re they...more?
“Stop crying.” Not overly loud, but sharp all the same, and he rose his head, turning to look at Holly, tears still falling.
He stared for a moment, before ducking back and curling into himself, heartbroken, listening to his own cries.
It hurt...so so much. He thought he had something special with her, but at the first sign of light she took and...and left.
“I said stop crying!”
They both went silent, her raised voice overriding his soft tears, and they both made eye-contact.
“She made her choice, so we make our own. Don’t give her the satisfaction of-“ but her voice trailed away, as he thought up something new.
He replayed it, shocked out of his depression for a few precious moments, reflecting back on what happened, from the very moment Louden entered the room, to the very last steps and shouts they heard from afar.
Amadrya had looked shocked, broken hearted, confused, helpless.
She had been fighting against the guards, just as shocked as them.
”Let’s make a deal.”
“She’s just like everyone else!” A laugh erupted near him, sour and very bitter, bringing him from his revelation, back to his peer, and his wide eyes focused on her as she continued, “Selfish!”
“No she’s not!” He found himself roaring back, raising his voice too, and in the back of his mind he realized this is what Louden intended.
He was almost sure it was Louden who set it up. Louden choosing his words and playing with his puppets.
It was designed to hurt them all. To break them apart.
Holly hadn’t realized it, and she was spiraling down a much darker train of though, he could see it in the way her green eyes seemed to be darker, the way her hair was frizzed due to her fingers pulling at it, how pale her knuckles were.
“How is she not?” Holly snapped back, “Just like Alessandro and Macaria, she’s placing her own life and glory above us! Just like Halina she’s playing with us, leading us on! Just like Ari and Burton she’s just always pretending to care! And you’re just fine with it! Because it’s funny right? Go ahead, play around Everest! She made her choice!” He noted that she mentioned everyone except himself. Everyone that was a tribute and escaped.
“Just like everyone, she left us behind and she left me behind and I’m tired of being left behind!”
That didn’t settle well in his stomach, the way her words dropped ever so slightly, the way her eyes seemed so dim and shimmering as she fought back tears.
He had a feeling this went deeper than the situation at hand. But Holly never opened up to any of them, she just kept herself closed off and joked.
“Holly?” He beckoned, But she didn’t look up, only sat down with her glare faced towards the door Amadrya was dragged out of. Yet he felt love blossom in his heart.
The reason he couldn’t believe Amadrya betrayed them had to be for a reason, he knew her...
She would never do that on her own accord, but she would make a deal that would save someone else.
“Holly, I don’t think she did that to protect herself-“
He didn’t get a chance to finish, as guards walked in, without Louden, and opened his cell, pulling him out.
He tried to fight, but he couldn’t do much. It was helpless, it seemed, and we was dragged out of sight, staring at Holly with almost tears anew.
She looked so panicked, screaming out that they let him go, empty threats.
They all faded behind the empty doors.
—
Loneliness wasn’t a foreign feeling, it choked and held onto Holly for most of her life. It was cold, and surreal and utterly hopeless.
Reflecting back on it, at least before she had Catastrophe, at least before in the arena she had Burton, at least before, even with the pain, she had Amadrya and Everest.
Amadrya was a traitor and Everest was a fool.
“Why did I trust them?” She started, angry at herself, alone now without the watchful eyes, finally breaking apart. “I should know better by now! I should be better!”
Trust was just some game, her whole life she was just a pawn. Just some foolish pawn.
“Why did I trust them?” She asked quietly, tears falling down her face, curling into herself as her mind questioned itself. Her sanity felt like it was slipping, and her paranoia felt increased. Was this all some plan against her?
Was this really the plan all along?
That didn’t settle well with her, she just couldn’t believe that was the case, but she still felt it had to be.
Her mind was spitting all the darkness, pulling the veil over her eyes, telling her the worst case scenario.
A shimmering caught her attention, something shiny on the floor near her cell. It looked bronze, shiny and still imperfect with tiny little blemishes and scratches.
She scooted over to it, crawling, mindful of her sore bruises and scratches, wincing as her palm pressed into the ground, and eventually making it over, painstakingly slow, and scooping her left hand out, picking up the shiny little object.
She flipped it over, recognizing it immediately, and dropping it as she backed up gasping.
That just had to be a cruel joke...it had to be!
Why else would a coin of District 8 be in the tiny prison?
That’s when she noticed that hidden in the darker portion of the room, laying on the ground and reflecting little light as well...
Was a pair of keys.
—
Everest treaded forward, led by his guards, curious as to his punishment awaited, ready to see what torture he would endure.
Yet he was being led down a corridor he had never seen, and he panic grew mildly as well.
Her heard Amadrya’s voice, strong and proud, but he could read it more, she was scared and upset...
And he had no idea where she was, what was happening to her, her voice just flooded from overhead intercoms.
The guards took a turn, seeming to be in a rush, leading him further and further into the unknown. Yet they passed a screen, one that he glanced at in curiousity.
His eyes widened as he spotted Amadrya in a red rose-like gown, big and poofy and overly heavy gown, with makeup covering everything that was naturally beautiful about her. He was stunned, sorrow digging in his heart. He would rather see Amadrya in her casual clothes, smiling in the forests.
He would never get to see that though, would he?
He stopped, something he didn’t even realize he did, and put his hands up to the screen.
“Everest we have to go,” one of the guards said, calmer than usual, as if handling an injured puppy.
That was odd, usually if he did something like this they would yell or strike him, and come to think of it, the voice was rather familiar....
“Alessandro?” He commented, drawing his voice out in disbelief, the guard only chuckled, shaking his head, and turned.
“Wait, who are you then?” Everest questioned, glancing at the other, much shorter guard.
“Amadrya’s friend from 7,” Alessandro commented, “Ari wanted to come on the mission, he wanted to save Amadrya, but the situation wasn’t as we expected, we had plans to sneak in, but some other guards caught us, claiming they had to get you for...something,”
Ari continued on, sighing as he did so, “We had to play the part, that’s the only way we could even get in, so we offered to get you instead....”
“Wait,” Everest interrupted, eyes wide with panic, “What about Holly? You guys just left her in there! Why didn’t you get her too!”
“Look, they asked for you, if we got Holly too it would be obvious who we really were!” Alessandro snapped, picking up his speed, in which the other two did as well.
“But what about her? We’ve been through so much already, she deserves to get out too!” Panic, that was what this was, pure and undaunted. It just wasn’t fair...no.
“We left a pair of keys by her cell and a little present from Burton, she’s smart, she’ll figure it out.” Alessandro said, still obviously working on how to be empathetic.
“And Amadrya?”
“We’ll find a way, Macaria is working on a plan for her, we’ve already contacted her.” Ari responded, obviously not happy that he couldn’t help with saving her now.
Then again, the original plan doesn’t tend to stick, does it?
“And Burton?” He found himself curious about Holly’s little crush, eyes wide. He knew Halina was probably on guard, and was more curious about why Burton wouldn’t be on Holly’s rescue team.
“Burton’s with Diana, they’re working on...stuff...”
That wasn’t vague at all.
“What kind of stuff?” Everest questioned, wincing at how terrible he founded in comparison to them. Obviously his voice sounded dry and raspy, but still...
“You know, rebellion stuff.” That was a lie, check it off for Everest to tell that Alessandro couldn’t lie worth a crap.
“Oh my goodness, shut up already!” Ari snapped at Alessandro, before turning to Everest, “Burton’s meeting us half way, he was on guard with Halina...he might not be happy though,” Well, that was more context, at least.
“Wait, Why was Alessandro not going to tell me this?” Everest asked in confusion.
He received two deadpan stares, before it sunk in, “Oh,” He tacked on a nervous laugh, “Right, yeah, Holly, okay, that makes total sense now.”
“Obviously,” a roll of the eyes was all it took.
The three strolled closer, and Everest felt all that hope returning.
He should have known better than to hope.
—
Holly glanced at the keys, something was making sense now.
A lot of it was.
So just like that, she stood up, with her green eyes focused forward. He heartbeat was fast, loud, bursting through her ears and filling her with a determination once anew.
It wasn’t hard to unlock the cage, not a tie bit at all, and she fastened the key ring into a small hole in the right side of her shirt, near the hip, hiding the keys from view as she ran forward.
Who knew how many doors she would have to unlock on her way out?
It stung at first, walking, and on her own it felt odd. She was used to being dragged around, or crawling most places, and she felt almost clumsy as her feet hit the floor.
She still had those soft steps, and gained control over her balance as she approached the door, peeking out the crack to watch as a small troop of guards passed by the door, and she noticed the hallways around. She knew two would take her to the torture rooms.
So she decided to go left once the area was clear, the path she hadn’t taken before. It was better than the other destinations, at least, to her.
And so that’s how she got the the point she was in, running as fast as she could, hiding when she heard any voices.
And soon, she realized with a smile, there was natural light. Sunlight, and the door was right before her.
It felt too good to be true.
“Where are you going Holly?”
Because it was.
She turned around quickly, the voice didn’t belong to Louden, but she recognized it, just barely. It had been so long...
But seeing a face to the voice brought wide eyes and confusion to her face, earning the softest of chuckles.
“How...? Why?”
The other person didn’t respond, only shook their head in shame, before raising something, a weapon of some kind, Holly could tell.
She didn’t know what to think, confusion kept her planted to the spot, “But that’s not possible....why would you...?”
She didn’t really have time to finish her question, because she backed up as something hit her right shoulder, pain flashed for a m9ment as she staggered, before she roughly pulled the object out, glancing at it,
Her eyes widened in immediate fear at the little dart, remember the first time one hit her. And she already felt the effects, staggering slightly as she glared back.
She didn’t even think about what she was doing, because the one before her widened their eyes in panic at her single word.
A warning, an alarm.
”RUN!”
(Hmm, think of this as ‘Part 1’. Part 2 is going to be crazy.)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 27, 2019 12:58:24 GMT -5
Chapter 12: A Game No One Can Win Amadrya’s on the side of the Capital now, it seems, and faces the music with Everest. Meanwhile, something turns Holly’s attention to a possible escape, and she’s willing to do whatever it takes. All the while, a storm is brewing in the horizon, a mistake is made by one the of the rebels that may cost everything.) (Also, yes, not all of this has yet been addressed. It will be, I planned for it all to be on chapter but it would have gotten cluttered so we get a part one and two. Part one: A Game No One Can Win - Amadrya seems to be on the side of the Capital, and the seeds of doubt have been planted. While Holly and Everest are left with the heartbreak, Everest sees a new possibility, while Holly realizes a possible escape. Part two: Stalemate - Everest and Amadrya reunite, but when a friend turned foe appears, one rebel’s hesitance may cost the resistance everything.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 27, 2019 12:59:02 GMT -5
Oh no, Holly! OMG
That was awesome, though x)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 27, 2019 13:01:46 GMT -5
The chapters coming up are going to be pretty fun.
That is, for me, at least.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 27, 2019 13:13:25 GMT -5
I’m excited I love the dark stuff tbh so this is great x Let me know if you need any help or anything at all x)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 27, 2019 13:47:03 GMT -5
(Awe!
Thanks!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 27, 2019 13:52:45 GMT -5
No problem x I love your writing it’s amazing)
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