How poetic, SQH thought blithely to himself.
He never once let go of MBJ as the mutt tore him apart.
~END~
How poetic, SQH thought blithely to himself.
He never once let go of MBJ as the mutt tore him apart.
~END~
He lifted his head to stare into the ruined face of his fellow tribute.
He resigned himself to remain curled against MBJ.
He lifted his head to stare into the ruined face of his fellow tribute.
He resigned himself to remain curled against MBJ.
The pair stayed like that for a while.
The pair stayed like that for a while.
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.
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.
SQH closed his eyes and wept harder, his body shaking and sending stabs of agony through his leg and other wounds.
SQH closed his eyes and wept harder, his body shaking and sending stabs of agony through his leg and other wounds.
Unexpectedly, a heavy, shaking hand nestled itself loosely in his hair.
Unexpectedly, a heavy, shaking hand nestled itself loosely in his hair.
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.
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.
Why did that someone lay dying so gruesomely before him?
Why did that someone lay dying so gruesomely before him?
Now he had lost something precious, someone only recently precious.
Now he had lost something precious, someone only recently precious.
SQH never wanted to be here, and he certainly didn't want to win. He'd be loved and hated and traumatized beyond relief.
SQH never wanted to be here, and he certainly didn't want to win. He'd be loved and hated and traumatized beyond relief.
After all, to him it was only time he existed without MBJ, not time he truly lived.
After all, to him it was only time he existed without MBJ, not time he truly lived.
He kissed MBJ's bloodied face, relishing the blood the painted his lips, licking the remnants away as he moved away.
He kissed MBJ's bloodied face, relishing the blood the painted his lips, licking the remnants away as he moved away.
MBJ said nothing, busy trying desperately to find air that was coming less and less.
MBJ said nothing, busy trying desperately to find air that was coming less and less.
He took MBJ's hand in his own, leaning down so that he was face to face with MBJ.
He took MBJ's hand in his own, leaning down so that he was face to face with MBJ.
Deep claw and teeth marks littered his face, neck, chest, and torso. Blood was everywhere, staining the dirt and grass around them.
Deep claw and teeth marks littered his face, neck, chest, and torso. Blood was everywhere, staining the dirt and grass around them.
Releasing the spear, SQH darted to MBJ's side. He felt all the warmth drain from his body as cold dread replaced it
Releasing the spear, SQH darted to MBJ's side. He felt all the warmth drain from his body as cold dread replaced it
It roared its protest, leaving MBJ lying in a pool of his own blood, clothes soaked in blood.
It roared its protest, leaving MBJ lying in a pool of his own blood, clothes soaked in blood.
It was distracted by its prey, engrossed in drawing more blood, more screams, more suffering--more entertainment for the Capitol.
It was distracted by its prey, engrossed in drawing more blood, more screams, more suffering--more entertainment for the Capitol.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
He couldn’t walk on it, & pain blinded all rationale or decision-making.
He couldn’t walk on it, & pain blinded all rationale or decision-making.
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.
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.