Flash Back Games (Closed)

Macaria didn’t think much whenever Robin came and left. If the plan worked, it was great, the enemy group would be gone and she would be closer to winning.

And if not? If Everest and the others decided that the girl and her little partner were too big of a threat? It was two less tributes to deal with.

Honestly, Macaria would have killed them herself, but it was worth a try on the plan, and with Alessandro hurt it would really only be herself fighting them. And if they survived to this point, they were obviously strong.

So that was it, she went to bed after a little meaningless chitchat with Alessandro, and she decided to sleep.

Then, before she knew it, it was morning, and some sound was awakening her,

She registered the sound of rain first, but remained in her attempt to fall back to sleep, her eyes closed in hopes of peaceful slumber.

But then she felt a drop hit her cheek, and instead of the refreshing cold she expected, she felt a burning, searing pain burst through her skin. A cry escaped her as another hit, and she heard agonized cries from around her. It wasn’t a steady downpour yet, only a few drops, a sprinkle really, but it hurt.

Her eyes flew open, and she glanced at a droplet, her gaze following it as it fell, noting it’s coloring of darkened yellow-green, and corosive behavior.

She didn’t register it, she just screamed out “Run!” and ran, the downpour wasn’t too far from them, moments later it would fall over them, like a wall of calm and then storm.

Alessandro immediately stood up, even with his hurt ankle, the adrenaline helped him ignore the pain in favor of leaning slightly against Sapphire and Macaria and running as well. Most of the supplies remained, except the ones right by them as they slept.

They were slowed down by Alessandro, but kept ahead of the torrent of rain just a bit. Some stray droplets came, and assaulted them, but for the most part, it was fine.

Even the pain wouldn’t stop them, she noted to herself, it couldn’t. Or they would die.

“Up ahead!” Sapphire warned, glancing at the two other present careers. “There’s a building,”

Macaria wanted to snap at her that the arena was full of buildings, but looked ahead. She understood then, it could work. It wasn’t a single story building, or one that was falling apart. It was in fine shape, and likely wouldn’t leak.

“That’ll work!” Macaria shouted out, noting with alarm that it was getting harder to hear.

The rain was getting much closer, and was coming much faster.

Alessandro was too concentrated on walking, limping moreso, to speak with his teammates.

Macaria smiled as they neared the building, she could get to it in just moments, and stopped just for a moment, thinking they were free, they had time.

That’s when the rain starting hitting her, harder, and more viciously, and she, Alessandro, and Sapphire all screamed in agony as the corosive rain hit them.

Macaria was the first to burst ahead, lunging at the door before them, feet before them, and opening it, luckily it wasn’t locked, she held it open, wincing from the pain, the bubbling she heard from the corosive acid burning away at the areas it hit.

The other two were inside in a flash, and Alessandro slammed the door shut.

They all remained silent, other than painful gasps and mumbled cries.

Macaria didn’t dare look at the damage done to any of them, instead favoring to think on other things, anything to make the pain go away.

She found a new set of screams being sounded, and curled up to cover her ears. They were agonized, painful, and close enough that they absolutely hurt her eardrums.

“Who is that?” Sapphire questioned, having followed suit. She too was curling up.

“I don’t have any clue!” Macaria snapped back, annoyed. She wanted to roll her eyes, but the scream increased in volume. The rain was hitting hard outside, bigger, fatter droplets coming down.

“Ari!” Macaria could make that out, and she realized that it must be the girl from District 12.

It went abruptly silent, and the cannon fired, signifying the girl’s death.

“Why is the rain like this?” Sapphire then asked, and Macaria finally snapped back to reality.

“No one’s died in days! They must have gotten tired of everyone resting.” Alessandro beat her to the reply, glancing at her for a moment. He looked absolutely terrified.

She knew the feeling. Anyone of them, all of them, they could have been dead in Robin’s place.

Part of Macaria was haunted by the girl’s scream, instead of just screaming, she was crying out for her partner.

Macaria wondered where Ari was, she didn’t hear a cannon beforehand, and she doubted one fired when they were asleep, if the rain awoke her, she was sure a cannon would, meaning that she trained herself to awaken just at the very sound of footsteps.

Which meant he should be alive, and that he wasn’t with Robin when Robin got stuck in the storm.

And subsequently died.

Macaria looked back at Sapphire and Alessandro. They both looked rather red, almost grotesque where the rain hit them, skin red, parts ashen, bubbly like a burn.

She forced herself to look at a broken pane of glass that lay nearby in the ground, to take in her own reflection.

She shivered at the sight, just above her eyebrows, patches of skin were bubbly and red. Luckily, she noted, they weren’t out in the rain long enough for the acid to travel farther than skin level. It seemed to only destroy what it first hit.

It must have been painful, she also noted, to die and be stuck out in that rain. To have your skin be hit, and have your body slowly killed as each raindrop destroyed whatever it hit.

“It-“ Sapphire probably looked the worst out of them, her whole face was covered in the rashes, her neck was filling with them, “It hurts.” She whispered out, and Macaria nodded.

It did hurt. She knew the feeling. Didn’t mean she was complaining.

She almsot snapped at Sapphire, but stopped as a new figure appeared, just outside the door, they weren’t screaming, they were actually rather covered. And everyone went silent, noting in fear the figure, feminine in shape.

They had a weapon in hand, and the eyes, Macaria recognized them.

Corvina.

The door wasn’t locked, Macaria noted in horror, and none of them were in any form to fight.

Corvina opened the door rather quickly, before walking into the building. An axe was brandished in her left hand as she pushed into the building using her right.

Alessandro cursed under his breath and Macaria went to grab her knives. Only to find empty air. She then glanced down in fear, grabbing for the knives, anywhere they may be.

She then remembered with horror a little thing she had overlooked before, they left their supplies behind.

That included most, if not all of her knives.

She promptly cursed under her own breath. Noting in panic as Corvina took them in, as if they were defenseless.

Which they were.

The door shut with a thud, and the glass door was see through, giving them all the view of the downpour of literal acid rain. Macaria wondered if maybe that was a better fate than an embarrassing death of three Careers to some other tribute that should have died long ago.

Then again, they were all clueless to the fact that Corvina killed Jonas, the boy from District 4, even if his death was over a prank he attempted. He was a Career, but Macaria had assumed he died in an epic battle like Careers should die.

Not hunted down like cattle, to die like this.

Sapphire was, to Macaria’s surprise, the first to act.

And by act, she meant attack.

Sapphire lunged, taking Corvina down with her as she tried to pin the other girl down. Macaria was frozen, noting that she couldn’t exactly help a lot.

It wasn’t exactly her main concern either, and Alessandro was attempting to stand and intervene and if he wasn’t careful, he would be hit by a crazy swing of an axe.

So Macaria ran to him, looking back to assure that Sapphire was fine, before grabbing Alessandro’s arm, and curling it around her shoulders.

“We have to help her!” Alessandro snapped, agitated.

“She’s a career,” Macaria pointed out stiffly, “It won’t do any good to get yourself killed, she’s fine.”

He promptly shut up, and she took him to the stairs, it took a while to get him up. But she eventually did so.

Macaria was about to turn to go back down the stairs, letting out a few huffs of breath, but froze.

Shattering.

Glass had shattered downstairs, and two cries sounded from downstairs. Macaria was frozen, listening for anything more.

If anything, the rain overpowered most of what she could hear, but the two, very distinct sounds that followed alerted her to move.

Cannons.

She raced back down the stairs, leaving Alessandro upstairs, despite his arguments to let him come down as well.

The sight that met her shocked her.

It was a mess in the room, blood lay around in some places, not much, but from struggling. The axe lay discarded on the ground.

Macaria rose her gaze up, finding the culprit of the shattering, the door, in fact, had been rammed into, and just outside it lay two bodies, only feet apart, some blood marked on each one from the fight. Glass lay shattered around then, some stuck to their skin. Yet the most disturbing part was the corosive behavior the acid rain had on the bodies.

Macaria forced her gaze away from it, forcing the guilt away, and in the process of looking away, noticed something strange outside. That is, stranger than acid rain.

A odd flash was taking over part of the sky, almost in the shape of a crack, and electronics being fried.

She ducked for cover as a loud zap was heard, and covered her eyes from the large amount of light that followed.