Halle Gremlin, District 6 (trict) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-21 20:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - arena, tribute: 56th halle gremlin |
Who: Halle Gremlin [D6]
When: Day 10
Where: Trees to the east of the House of Wax
What: Halle vs. Jabberjays [plot slot]
Warning/Status: Language, HG general warnings
A terrifying, guttural scream rang through the trees somewhere to Halle's left. She stopped working immediately, staying as still as she could so she didn't bring any attention to herself. She was high enough up that she just might escape notice, especially if whoever was below was caught up in a fight. Stop, please. PLEASE. I won't come back. I won't ever come back. Please. Halle forced her breathing to steady as her sense of dread grew deeper. She didn't want to hear someone get killed. She didn't need to be this close to the source of another cannon blast. She already felt sick enough when a jolt of relief shot through her every time she heard one roar through the arena. She still couldn't see anyone, but they must have been so close. Close enough that Halle could intervene, maybe. But she wasn't an idiot. Whoever was dying would have to die sooner or later for Halle to live. She wasn't going to save anyone. Everyone's counting on me. This time the voice was male, and even closer. How many of them were there? You have to let me live. Please don't. Please. A flutter of movement just above Halle's head caught her attention. She immediately thought of the bats in the mines, but these creatures were different. Jabberjays. They were just jabberjays. I can help. I can help you. Please don't hurt me. Jabberjays who spoke with the voices of dying tributes. "That's fucked up, Gamemakers," Halle said with a glance skyward. She kept working. After nearly getting caught by a trap some other tribute had made, Halle was inspired. She needed to be more proactive. I don't want to die. Please. Scrap go kart metal falling out of trees and onto heads may not be the most sophisticated idea she'd ever had, but it was better than nothing. Better yet, once she had the triggers in place, she wouldn't even have to be anywhere nearby for it to work. She rested her hammer on the branch between her legs, making a few careful adjustments. I hate you all. She tried to block everything out as the flock of jabberjays stopped their flight and took roost in the trees around her, their pleas and cries of agony growing louder all around her. You're a psychopath. She was almost done. She was so close. She could take this for another few minutes, and then she'd never have to come back here again. No. NO. PLEASE. Stop, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry please I'm sorry You can't kill me. They need me. They're counting on me. Please. Please. PLEASE. PLEASE. I don't want to die. You don't have to do this. Please. PLEASE. Tears fell down Halle's cheeks. She had to get out of here. She could barely concentrate on anything and it was getting hard to breathe. FUCK YOU. The voice, so familiar, startled Halle. She looked up from her work to find which creature had stolen her ally's voice. FUCK YOU. HOW COULD YOU? YOU'RE THE WORST ALLY EVER. "Shut up," she whispered when she finally spotted the bird. It chirped from a branch just above her head, hopping around and looking down at her. DON'T KILL ME. WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE PARTNERS. FUCK YOU, HALLE. "Shut up!" She forced herself back to her work. Her fingers trembled as she tried to put the finishing touches in place. The bird fluttered down a branch and sat on a piece of her trap, already so precariously balanced. YOU BETRAYED ME. "SHUT UP, KOBE!" She grabbed her hammer and swung it viciously at the Jabberjay's head. The bird fell, twitching, to the ground. With one of their number gone, the screams of the Jabberjays grew more frequent and more desperate. You have to let me live. Please, I can help you. I'll never come back, I promise. I promise, I promise, please. PLEASE. Don't hurt me please don't hurt me. Stop. No NO NO PLEASE. FUCK YOU. It was too much. She couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed her things and scrambled down out of the tree. Whatever shape the trap was in would have to be good enough. The jabberjays swarmed and flew around her as she ran. She found her go kart and started the engine, glad for the first time of the loud roar of its engines. Maybe, maybe, it could drown out the screams. |