REY!!
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REY!!
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This was where he wanted to be, where he wanted to die, a wish granted when a second mutt appeared, just like the first.

How poetic, SQH thought blithely to himself.

He never once let go of MBJ as the mutt tore him apart.

~END~
June 23, 2025 at 3:26 AM
His whole body ached, and he didn't want the Capitol to take MBJ. He knew he wouldn't see him again if they did. MBJ would be returned to his own district, and if SQH returned to his alive he'd be shamed and shunned for his brief happiness.
June 23, 2025 at 3:25 AM
SQH dared not to move until the movement of the chest pillowing his head stilled. No heartbeat inside his chest; a canon confirmed his love was dead.

He lifted his head to stare into the ruined face of his fellow tribute.

He resigned himself to remain curled against MBJ.
June 23, 2025 at 3:25 AM
SQH could not look for long, retuning his head to curl into his chest, eyes screwed as tightly shut as could be.

The pair stayed like that for a while.
June 23, 2025 at 3:24 AM
"I love you." He muttered, so low he worried MBJ might not have heard.

When SQH snuck a glance up at his face, he heard the shuddering rasps change in their pitch, a few tears dripping from MBJ's lone uninjured eye.
June 23, 2025 at 3:24 AM
It twitched slightly back and forth, as if to caress SQH's head only to find that the body had no more energy for the action.
SQH closed his eyes and wept harder, his body shaking and sending stabs of agony through his leg and other wounds.
June 23, 2025 at 3:24 AM
MBJ's blood seeped into his hair and down to his scalp but SQH ignored it. He focused on the slow, steadily fading beat of MBJ's heart.

Unexpectedly, a heavy, shaking hand nestled itself loosely in his hair.
June 23, 2025 at 3:23 AM
That was their fate, in the end, wasn't it? Dreams and love dead at their feet, either in the arena or simply worn away by time and hardship?

SQH curled up against MBJ's side, still weeping, his leg still on fire though he couldn't care. He laid his head on that heaving chest.
June 23, 2025 at 3:23 AM
How could someone take your whole heart in a week? Someone you met for the first time and saw as an enemy.

Why did that someone lay dying so gruesomely before him?
June 23, 2025 at 3:22 AM
The Capital could tell them all about honor, but he'd seen some of those Victors when they thought no one was watching. The hollowness in their eyes and the holes where their hearts used to be.

Now he had lost something precious, someone only recently precious.
June 23, 2025 at 3:22 AM
More likely, they'd both be punished so severely that it wouldn't have mattered anyways.

SQH never wanted to be here, and he certainly didn't want to win. He'd be loved and hated and traumatized beyond relief.
June 23, 2025 at 3:21 AM
Such a short time they'd had; imagine what they could have become. Maybe if they'd been born in the same district they could've fallen in love sooner. Maybe after this they could have been together, given some special leeway due to Capitol audience demand.
June 23, 2025 at 3:21 AM
It was a piece of MBJ he would take with him, whether he lived five minutes or made it out to live more. How long he lived did not matter.

After all, to him it was only time he existed without MBJ, not time he truly lived.
June 23, 2025 at 3:21 AM
MBJ did squeeze his hand, though only slight, and SQH laughed. It was a joyless sound, made only because he had nothing else he could possibly say.

He kissed MBJ's bloodied face, relishing the blood the painted his lips, licking the remnants away as he moved away.
June 23, 2025 at 3:20 AM
"Oh, Mobei...you bastard...it was supposed to be me..." SQH murmured, his anger fading as soon as it appeared. His voice lacked any bite and the tears that joined his words made it less so.

MBJ said nothing, busy trying desperately to find air that was coming less and less.
June 23, 2025 at 3:20 AM
SQH's good knee was perched in a puddle of blood as he attempted something akin to a kneel at MBJ's side, soaking through the already crimson spattered fabric.

He took MBJ's hand in his own, leaning down so that he was face to face with MBJ.
June 23, 2025 at 3:19 AM
MBJ's face was almost unrecognizable, his chest heaving in its effort to keep him alive.

Deep claw and teeth marks littered his face, neck, chest, and torso. Blood was everywhere, staining the dirt and grass around them.
June 23, 2025 at 3:19 AM
SQH drove the spear deeper & the beast slumped to the ground; it did not move again & it's blood coated SQH's hands so that they were briefly warm in the cold air.

Releasing the spear, SQH darted to MBJ's side. He felt all the warmth drain from his body as cold dread replaced it
June 23, 2025 at 3:19 AM
SQH dragged himself closer to its head, lifted the metal spear unsteadily, and haphazardly thrust it into the flesh of the beast's skull.

It roared its protest, leaving MBJ lying in a pool of his own blood, clothes soaked in blood.
June 23, 2025 at 3:18 AM
SQH took the spear in his arms, using it half to prop himself up and half to drag himself forward faster, he reached the flank of the wolf mutt.

It was distracted by its prey, engrossed in drawing more blood, more screams, more suffering--more entertainment for the Capitol.
June 23, 2025 at 3:18 AM
As he thudded heavily to the tightly-packed earth SQH's skull was filled with the dreadful, cruel shrieks of agony that escaped MBJ.

As he made sense of the area around him, SQH dragged himself desperately to the spear laying useless at the side of a writing MBJ.
June 23, 2025 at 3:18 AM
The wolf mutt was not sparing, neither giving them a reprieve or a quick death.

As the creature sprinted towards them, MBJ thrust SQH away from him. both their weapons lay lost from their grip on the ground near them.
June 23, 2025 at 3:17 AM
So MBJ was struggling to support him when the girl from 1 showed up.

Their pathetic escape hindered by her onslaught, the wolf mutts returned for more.

The girl fled, not a shred of home-district unity left when she’d made it this far. Yet here was MBJ saving the boy from 4.
June 23, 2025 at 3:17 AM
It wasn’t paralyzed—really that would have been a relief, bc currently he could feel /everything/. Every shattered bone and twisted muscle, ligaments & nerves shredded.

He couldn’t walk on it, & pain blinded all rationale or decision-making.
June 23, 2025 at 3:17 AM
The girl from 1 was stealthy, after the pack easily trailed around without much fanfare.

MBJ had been distracted checking in on SQH, trying to maneuver with SQH’s added weight.

SQH’s leg was beyond repair , pain so extreme as he examined the blood soaked, twisted limb.
June 23, 2025 at 3:16 AM