Let the Games Begin.... [TitansGamesCommence!]
Nov 2, 2012 16:03:38 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2012 16:03:38 GMT -6
Zeal didn't realize she was holding her breath until her lungs started to burn. Good job. That's a great way to win the Games. Don't breathe.
After spotting the metallic Cornucopia, her heart skipped a beat or two. Ah, yes. Heart attack, another fantastic survival strategy. Okay, think.
She was one of the newest Titans. That means that the others wouldn't have nearly as many qualms killing her than the teammates they had history with. At least she had Holbrook though-- Zeal's eyes scanned the circle for her best friend.
He wasn't there.
No Holbrook? She was out here, in this giant death arena without him? Zeal felt a mixture of horrible energy rising up and writhing in her chest. Her palms sweat, and her head swam. She was dead without him, dead! He was the smart one! She was impulsive and physical and he was the thinker that got her out of trouble.
Her head fished aimlessly through all of her memories of him. All of the advice he'd given her. "Try thinking before you act, next time?" "Jeez, Syl, you don't always have to resort to violence!" "The past is the past. That's not who you are."
That time he was talking about her mother.
Maybe she deserved to die.
No. She could survive this. Kill once, kill twice... what was the difference? Zeal chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to hold back tears. She didn't want to be that person, but what choice did this give her?
The best chance she had was that the people around her were all considered heroes. For most of them, killing would be far beyond what they consider the right thing to do. That doesn't mean they won't... but they'll hesitate. Zeal was already going to hell.
The buzzer sounded, and Zeal reacted on instinct. Don't kill, not yet. Let them think you're weak. You're the newbie, the innocent little newbie. On the outskirts on the Cornucopia there was only a sprinkling of items. Nothing too deadly. She scooped up a canteen- nearly all of the backpacks were gone- and a survival knife. It was serrated, pretty heavy duty- meant for cutting through branches, but it would work for other things in an emergency.
Holding the knife in her mouth and shoving the canteen into one of the large side pockets of her pants, she ducked and dodged her way over to the rocks on the other side of the circle. She wasn't a bad climber, always climbing over fences and up walls wither her friends back at home. She'd camp out up there until the bloodbath lightened up, and then try to make an alliance.
After spotting the metallic Cornucopia, her heart skipped a beat or two. Ah, yes. Heart attack, another fantastic survival strategy. Okay, think.
She was one of the newest Titans. That means that the others wouldn't have nearly as many qualms killing her than the teammates they had history with. At least she had Holbrook though-- Zeal's eyes scanned the circle for her best friend.
He wasn't there.
No Holbrook? She was out here, in this giant death arena without him? Zeal felt a mixture of horrible energy rising up and writhing in her chest. Her palms sweat, and her head swam. She was dead without him, dead! He was the smart one! She was impulsive and physical and he was the thinker that got her out of trouble.
Her head fished aimlessly through all of her memories of him. All of the advice he'd given her. "Try thinking before you act, next time?" "Jeez, Syl, you don't always have to resort to violence!" "The past is the past. That's not who you are."
That time he was talking about her mother.
Maybe she deserved to die.
No. She could survive this. Kill once, kill twice... what was the difference? Zeal chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to hold back tears. She didn't want to be that person, but what choice did this give her?
The best chance she had was that the people around her were all considered heroes. For most of them, killing would be far beyond what they consider the right thing to do. That doesn't mean they won't... but they'll hesitate. Zeal was already going to hell.
The buzzer sounded, and Zeal reacted on instinct. Don't kill, not yet. Let them think you're weak. You're the newbie, the innocent little newbie. On the outskirts on the Cornucopia there was only a sprinkling of items. Nothing too deadly. She scooped up a canteen- nearly all of the backpacks were gone- and a survival knife. It was serrated, pretty heavy duty- meant for cutting through branches, but it would work for other things in an emergency.
Holding the knife in her mouth and shoving the canteen into one of the large side pockets of her pants, she ducked and dodged her way over to the rocks on the other side of the circle. She wasn't a bad climber, always climbing over fences and up walls wither her friends back at home. She'd camp out up there until the bloodbath lightened up, and then try to make an alliance.