A/N Drumroll please! Here it is, people! The beginning of the end….duhn duhn duhn. But here comes the all important author's note on a very crucial matter. Okay, we all know that some of these guys are gonna have to die. And not just in this chapter alone. In every chapter to follow, there will be at least one death. So yes, as chance would have it, your character will probably die. And you submitted to this thing knowing that, right? You should be cool with the fact that your beloved "baby" is likely going to die a violent death.
That said, don't think what I'm saying here is "I'm gonna kill whoever the heck I want whenever I want." Goodness no! I'm not THAT psycho. Every death should contribute to the story line and said character won't just drop off the face of the earth unacknowledged. They will be continuously mentioned!
Please PM me if you are having any concerns about this or you simply do not trust me with the matter of death at all. That would be understandable.
Twelve-Emmett's POV
Emmett has finally begun to sense a change in his room.
The shadows are shifting. The air seems heavier and everything is flooded with pale light.
Morning.
He groans softly. He has never wanted anything more than for this day to never come.
He's exhausted. Of course, he didn't get any sleep at all last night. It wasn't just because he was so scared for his best friend that his eyes just wouldn't shut. His heart was pounding so hard, the noise kept him up all night anyway. Like a big drum beating right inside his head.
That's not it, though.
Some tiny part of him, stupid as it sounds, was convinced that by staying up all night, he could somehow not make today come. By surrendering himself to sleep, it would be like accepting it.
And one thing Emmett will never do is accept any of this.
It's morning now. The morning his best friend could die.
Now that same part of him tells him that it's is fault.
If only he hadn't closed his eyes. Whatever he tried to do last night didn't work.
Because today is here.
Would Cadence be mad at him?
No. Cadence can't carry anger in him at all. Not even when Harmony died, was he angry. His little sister was dead, but he felt nothing but grief for her. Not anger at the universe itself, for all that had happened. For just letting children die like that.
Children aren't supposed to die.
Just because Cadence is eighteen and older than most of the kids there, doesn't make it any less disgusting.
Especially since there are younger kids there.
Emmett burns with anger when he thinks of all those lives cut short.
Like someone had a string and then picked up a big pair of scissors and made a clean, quick slice.
And just like that, they are gone.
Think of all those people affected by that cut. The mothers who will never hold their children again. Emmett's seen enough kids in this place die long before their time. So he knows that there's worse than losing a child. He thinks of all those fathers, trying to be strong for their wives and remaining children, but human just the same.
Emmett thinks of the younger siblings, wondering why their brother or sister hasn't come home. Older siblings, feeling like this all just a game of hide and seek they and their most special friend used to play when they were little.
Wondering why their little sibling could be hiding for so long.
The friends.
It's morning.
And there's nothing Emmett can do to change that.
Cadence Basil's POV
A harsh beeping noise jolts me awake.
I must have slept somehow.
Already, light has flooded the room through the huge, arching windows. The time on the clock next to me reads 7:30.
I get out of bed just as my heart begins a rapid incline. Steadily, it beats faster and faster as the reality of what today is sets in.
Now, I can't even stop my fingers from shaking.
Listening to the rush of blood in my ears, I throw on some clothes that I don't bother to get a look at. The stylist told me that I'm just going to be fitted into whatever it is I have to wear later on. Every year it's different. By putting on the clothes, I'll have a clue of what the place will look like.
Not that I care.
The place you die is the place you die, enough said.
It's still a mystery to me, why I haven't seen anyone crying.
Think about it. We're all children. Children cry and that's a fact. I haven't even seen those twelve year olds shed a tear. You can't convince me that no one here is at least a little terrified at the fact that we are going to die.
Maybe the fact just hasn't sunk into anyone yet.
I'm having trouble comprehending it to.
It's better not to. That's what the mentor said. Just live in the present moment and let the future come when it does.
It doesn't feel like it's me, when I walk into the main room down the hall. I don't register that footsteps I'm taking or the color of the paint on the wall or what sort of design is on the carpet. Feels like I can't even see anything, really. I'm in a haze. And I don't know if that's how I want to be or not.
On the one hand, being in a haze like this could be terrible because it means that I'm not alert. That I can't think right.
That could be bad news for the "flight or fight response" that is so crucial.
And if I die, I think I'd want to be able to be aware of the moment, it being my last.
Though I haven't given it much thought.
But on the other hand, being in a haze and not in reality entirely could have its obvious benefits.
Maybe I'll feel less pain when "it" comes.
The room is filled with food.
On the crystal-clear table, platters of fruit fill the middle of it. Since I got here, I can never get used to the extreme brightness of these fruits, much like the rest of this place. I just want the old comfortable grays and greens and earthy browns of my own home. There was no orange or red at all.
Apples piled high next to a platter of oranges and yellow bananas.
Jezebelle, looking very small sitting between all the adults, sits listlessly peeling one. Her fingers work like another mechanism entirely.
Seems Jezi, little as she is, has managed to work her way into a haze of her own.
Maybe she's smarter than we give her credit for.
Royale, the Capital-appointed mentor, nods gruffly at me from across the table. A mug of coffee is in his hand. He leans back in his chair, trying to look nonchalant.
But even I can see that his fingers are shaking.
"You planning on eating anything, Cadence?" He asks, in a voice as rough as his unshaven face. It's pretty obvious that he doesn't fit in with most of the people around here. Which is probably why he chose this job in the first place, despite it probably being one of the lease desirable ones.
I try to answer, but it comes out nothing but a strange mumbling noise instead. It feels like my heart is beating so hard, my vocal chords have stopped working.
Royale takes that as his answer. "Take a look at Jezebelle over there. Might want to take a hint. Look, neither you or I know the next time you're going to be getting food." He pauses and raises his eyes to meet mine.
"And frankly Cadence," He adds, "Starving to death isn't exactly the most noble way to go."
I nod stiffly back at him and jam some eggs down my throat without thinking twice.
Guess a part of me is like that. Back home, if we saw food, it was in our mouths faster that anyone could blink. That was that and no questions asked.
Even here, I'm no different.
Under Royale's watchful eye, I choke down some orange juice too.
He pushes his chair back from the table. "All right you two. We have to get over to the launch pad now."
Jezi clears her throat. "The launch pad?!"
"Yes Jezi. On the roof there's a launch pad that the hovercraft you're taking is on."
Jezi can hardly contain her fear the whole way up on the elevator.
Neither can I.
A breeze rushes into my face on the launchpad. But I look up, and realize that was not a breeze. An enormous gray metallic thing sits right in front of us. It's gigantic propellers in the back blow gusts of air everywhere. A huge whirring sound fills the air, People are shouting to be heard over the noise.
Next to me, Jezi starts to tremble.
Ignoring the fact that my own hand is shaking, I bend down next to her. "Jezi, don't tremble. Okay? Think good thoughts. Like the moment before the Reaping when I you had one of my cookies. Or think of how nice a dress you got to wear last night. Anything. For me, okay?"
She nods, focusing on the air in front of her.
Before I give myself time to think anything of it, I start walking up the ramp to the hovercraft.
Jezi follows right by my side.
Inside, most of the tributes are already in their seats, fastened in by strange things going over their heads.
Where do I go?
Hesitantly, I pick an empty seat next to Casper from Eight, grateful that I'm sitting next to my ally. On Casper's other side, my second ally stares at the floor and is clearly trying to breathe deeply to calm her system. In more ways than one. Aya's not looking so okay at all.
The pair from Eleven come on last, with the scarlet haired girl Velvet taking a seat next to me.
I can't help notice that when we take off, she's smiling.
The ride is smooth and short. Far too short. Most of the kids on here are doing the same thing as Aya, staring at the ground and taking deep breaths. Jimmy from Five has his head buried in his hands and Kaja drums her fingers on the side of her seat, clearly doing some mental planning.
But I can't. How could someone plan for any of this?
Suddenly, the craft comes to an abrupt stop.
That's it.
We're here.
Velvet practically jumps out of her seat. But most of us take it a little slower.
We're inside a huge room that I'm guessing is underground. Under the arena, probably.
Two by two, all of us start to be led down a series of hallways. Each is marked with a number up to Twelve.
When I see Kaja and Adonis walk down their hallway, I'm pretty sure I see the two brushing hands.
I nudge my little district partner's shoulder and we go down our own hallway.
I turn into a door marked 12-M.
Inside is a small room with a changing area and a clear tube going straight through it vertically.
I know where that thing goes.
My stylist, Dymphna Mink, turns around from running her fingers slowly over the clothes on a hanger. She ponders them quietly, chewing her lip. Then, she stares at me and looks me over. Dymphna nods to herself, in deep conversation with herself.
"All right then." She says to herself. "All right then."
I want to ask her if she has any clues as to what the arena might be. Just to talk to someone. But it's like my mouth is completely shut. Again, all that comes out is a little sigh of air.
Dymphna waves her hand, which is covered in pink rings, at me. "Now go try that on and come right out. You don't have much time. I'll give you your token when you come out."
She tosses the bundle of clothes at me and I rush to put them on. Dark green pants that come just below my knee made of some light fabric and covered in pockets. A brown t-shirt. I fumble around for a jacket, but there is none.
That's odd.
But the strangest thing are the shoes. Or boots, rather. They're black and have special traction on them to make it easier to run. They're definitely for the water.
Water. Okay, so I most likely won't die of dehydration.
Dymphna chews her lip some more when she sees the clothes on me. "No jacket, Cadence. Either it's going to be hotter than hell in that arena, or this is all some kind of cruel joke."
That's when a booming voice over the speakers in our room starts counting down.
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59
58
A little gasp comes out of Dymphna's lips and she thrusts my token into my hands. A small beaded bracelet of Harmony's I carry in my pocket all the time.
"Go!" She says urgently to me.
"Go? Go where?!"
"There! In the tube!"
Of course. I have to get inside that thing.
I pocket the bracelet. The pants are full of pockets, which I guess is useful. For putting food in and all that. And concealing weapons. I don't know if I'll be doing any of that, though. I did make a promise to Ree and Emmett that I intend to keep. I'm the kind of guy who keep his promises.
The door to the tube closes shut. It suddenly feels very cramped in here.
There's no sound but my heart beating wilder than it ever has before.
I'm thrust upward.
And into blinding sunlight.
The next thing I register, besides the sunlight, is the humidity. As soon as I surface, it feels like a hot, wet blanket has just been tossed on me.
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I'm on a little platform, just wide enough for me to stand on. When I look down, instantly I note that the ground is wet. Very wet. Tall grasses surround my platform, growing on a thick layer of mud and water.
That's going to make this very hard. It isn't easy to sprint in a foot high of mud.
The Cornucopia rises in the center, looking surprisingly small. Maybe because water and plants are obviously in abundance.
Framing the field are trees. Hundreds of them. They grow up from the ground, knurled and twisted. Enormous roots rise up with them, exposed in the air. They form systems, large enough to hide in. The tree tops are a shade of green so dark it's almost black.
These are not like any trees I've ever seen.
A series of paths wind through the trees.
They're dirt and rise slightly above the sodden ground, so wet that I couldn't run in it if I try.
Getting on one of those paths that travel deep into the groves of trees is the only way out.
This is a swamp.
Jezebelle Holden's POV
I've only been up here a few seconds and already my palms are sweating.
I can't tell whether it's because I'm too scared and filled with that adrenaline my mentor was talking to me about. Or if it's just the fact that the heat up here is so heavy it's hard to breathe.
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Gav is right next to me, on my left side. He stares straight ahead at the huge metal thing with all the supplies in it.
He better not be thinking of running. If he runs toward that thing, I don't have a choice. I can't stick around and wait for him to probably get killed all so he can grab a box of crackers or a pocketknife or something. I can't wait for him here, or we'll both be dead in seconds.
All I know is, this place right here, with its mud ground and bug filled air, is not where I want to die.
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On my other side is Jimmy Thrine from Five. I breathe a little sigh of relief, but it comes out all shaky.
Can't even breathe if I wanted to.
Least I know that Jimmy probably won't tackle me down first thing. He's probably got the same idea me and Gav have. Well, I dunno about Gav cause he just might go and pull something stupid. But as for me, I'm heading straight toward one of those paths above the ground over not to far from here.
I'm running straight into those trees and not looking back.
And Gav, if the boy has any sense about him at all, will follow.
I may be only ten years old, but stupid is one thing I'm not.
Suicidal is another.
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I look around wildly for Kaja. Where is she?
She's our leader. We have a plan. None of us runs to get supplies except for her and Thorn. I know Kaja is going cause she had some training before she dropped out. I'm not sure why Thorn is. It's not like she got a great score or anything. Actually, I'm pretty sure I scored higher than her.
But I'm little, so that's that.
Besides, who am I to argue? I'm so scared right now I can barely even think.
Gav and me and Raen and Jimmy too are supposed to take off and hide anywhere near a place where there's water. We mark the tree we're near with a little black X from whatever rock we can find to make a mark like that. They'll try to find us if they can.
If they're not dead already.
Not sure if I like that plan all that much.
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The voice is nearing one.
I take another deep breath and this time, it works. Just focus on where I am right now.
Take in the surroundings. That's what Royale said. Focus on all the little details and whatever I do, I'm not supposed to let my mind wander. Back to bad stuff. Like dying a bloody death, for one thing.
Okay, the trees are real dense. That's good. Means I'll be able to hide. Their roots come above the ground, which I have never, ever seen before. Not really ground. More like shallow, muddy water. The only dry land can be found on the risen dirt paths.
They go out of the center we're in now like a wheel.
So as long as I make it one of those, I guess I'll make it out alive.
Except for one thing.
Those paths are pretty narrow.
If I'm being followed, I'm good as dead.
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This is it.
This is everything. Everything could come to a stop right now.
My whole life, just stopped like that.
Well, I'm not gonna let it.
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A shattering boom sounds. Like a gigantic gong going off. The platform beneath my feet gives a little shake.
My feet stay rooted on it.
Because suddenly, I've never felt so lost.
Everywhere around me, people have started running. Anna from Six's hair, pulled back in a dark ponytail like mine, whips behind her as she runs fearlessly towards the weapons without a second thought. Adonis and Julian run through the structure, looking for their weapons. Shimmer runs, but still manages to look at everyone.
She's picking out her first victim.
That thought is all I need to get my feet moving. I force myself not to think anything of it and jump off the small platform.
The second I jump off, my boots are covered in mud. And I groan a little. This is going to be hard. But who said any part of this was gonna be easy?
I push on, determined to reach one of those paths.
Once I get to one, I'll be able to really run. And then I can find some place to hide. Me, Gav, Raen, Jimmy and India too.
It'll be okay.
That's when I hear a terrible scream. It makes the hair on my neck stand up. It doesn't even sound human.
I can't help it. I throw my head back to look.
Shimmer, her blond hair escaping her bunk and whipping wildly around her, holds a spear. She points it down. Right down at India. I know it's India right away. I can tell by the olive skin and that black braid she always wears. India's sprawled out on the ground. Shimmer must have tripped her. India struggles wildly to get up from the water-logged ground, but keeps slipping in the mud.
She's stuck.
India lets out another hair-raising wail. All that light that was in her eyes yesterday is completely gone. Like it wasn't even there.
It's gone cause now her eyes are filled with fear.
Shimmer thrusts the spear into the ground.
Quickly, I turn my eyes away and keep sprinting.
Only this time, there are tears falling all down my face.
I've barely made it a few more feet when I'm jerked backward.
A rush of fear goes through me lightning fast. Somebody's got my foot. Gav, where are you?! Somebody's got my foot!
But when I turn around, all I see is that I'm stuck in some mud hole, not a few feet from the nearest path.
I try to yank my boot out as quickly as possible, but not before I see all these terrible things. Things I hope no kid my age or any kid or anybody ever will have to see in their lives. Cause if I somehow manage to live through this, there is no way I can just forget anything of what I'm seeing.
Jake is making a run for the same path as me when Jace from Three jerks him back by his collar. Jake tries to pry Jace's fingers off of him, but Jace is too strong.
Before I can blink, I see a point of metallic silver coming out of Jake's chest.
My mind doesn't even get it at first, slowed by all the fear bottled up in me.
Then it hits me.
That's a machete going through Jake Rittler's chest. And the reddish brown stuff on his shirt is his blood.
I don't have time to scream before I see another one go down.
This time, it's another one of my allies.
Velvet and Katerina have cornered Jimmy. His back is against the metal thing. Right next to him, Adonis and Julian go through the supplies like nothing is happening at all. Julian picks up a belt of daggers just in time to see Velvet draw a cruel, curved blade from a belt of her own.
Sweat pours down Jimmy's face. His feet are sinking fast into the mud. Desperate, his eyes grow real wide. Like a rabbit before you decide to cook him.
That's my ally! I want to scream at them. Why can't they just leave him alone? Those damn Careers have already killed another of my allies. They're gonna leave me with nobody, if they let me get out of here alive.
Jimmy tires to make a run for it, but Velvet plunges her knife right into his side.
He blinks a few times and sways slightly. Katerina walks over to where Velvet stands, not sure what to do. They make eye contact, the cruel things, deciding whether or not to stab him again.
But Jimmy falls to the ground in a crumpled heap, all the answer they need.
There is no mistaking it. Katerina smiles when she walks away from his body. Smiles.
Disgust fills me so much that I don't even think about getting my boot out of the mud anymore. Nobody's noticed me back here yet. Not even Gav or any of my allies. The ones that are still alive.
Then, I see Thorn running to a rack of weapons. Her sharp face looks even sharper than usual and her big brown eyes are completely focused on those daggers.
So focused that she doesn't notice Julian pull out his own dagger right behind her.
No. Not Thorn. I make a silent plea to anyone. Anything. Just don't take Thorn away. Two of my allies are dead already. I can't find Kaja, who is supposed to be our leader. I thought I saw Gav rushing by in a flash of dark skin, but I don't know where he went. Raen, one of my allies is looking lost just staring at Thorn. The two are close.
Don't take her. For Raen.
And in the most twisted, sick way possible, my wish gets granted.
Cadence, my district partner, comes out of nowhere, tackling Julian to the ground.
The two wrestle for a moment, but it's pretty clear who the winner will be.
Julian walks away from Cadence's now blood-soaked body. He takes a look at his dagger which is covered in that awful red-brown and makes a face of disgust. But that's it. In a moment, he's back to Adonis's side.
Then, next to me, there's a flash of dark skin.
"Jezi, what are you doing?!" Gav yells.
I gesture helplessly to my stuck foot. "Just go, Gav." I'm really crying now. "Please, just run. I'm stuck here and I won't get out. That's it, Gav."
But he shakes his head and I feel a pain under my arms as he yanks me out. "No, this isn't it!" He yells, red in the face from the effort of pulling me out. "I'm not leaving you behind, Jezebelle. You're my ally."
The boot's finally come out of the mud.
Together, we reach one of the raises dirt paths. We sprint into a covering of dense trees.
Not before we witness one more kill, though.
I finally spot Kaja. She's darting in between racks of weapons, trying to hide her face. Her honey blond hair sticks out behind a row of bows and arrows. Casper runs to grab one without giving her a second glance. And I breathe a sigh of relief. He isn't out to kill. Not yet, anyway.
Someone is, though.
I want to scream. To give Kaja a warning. Anything! She is me and Gav's ally and our leader.
Gav sees the look on my face and gives me a sad, but harsh, warning look. As if to say; We made it this far. It'd be just plain stupid to give us away now.
Anna Corinna, with her black ponytail and steely gray eyes, has just lowered a huge knife right against Kaja's throat.
Kaja doesn't even have time to scream.
I see the blood before anyone can pull me away. A slow river comes running out of her throat. Kaja struggles for a moment, making noises that sound like an animal.
She thrashes her arms around, desperately trying to get her killer off.
Nothing works.
In just a second, she's gone silent.
Adonis runs over with a look of rage on his face. Anna sprints off.
I've never seen anybody run so fast. She outruns Adonis in seconds. Adonis, tough as he is, isn't a very fast runner I guess. Some barbaric and harsh part of my damn brain makes a note of that. I want to pinch myself for even thinking like that. My ally is dying and all I can think about is how Adonis can be outrun.
Anna disappears into the dark trees on one of the paths.
Gav stands next to me, frozen with a look of fear on his face.
Kaja is curled on the ground, surrounded by blood. It stains the green grass all around her.
Adonis bends down and grabs her hand.
He's holding hands with a corpse.
Gav and I finally manage to run away from the bloody scene, panting wit tear tracks down our faces the whole way.
We don't know where we're running to. We just crash through trees and push vines hanging in the way out of our faces. The vines are everywhere. We run past roots above the water and lily pads with frogs on them. We run around and through deep mud puddles in the middle of the path. Under and between little circles poking out from between the roof of leaves above us.
We just run.
When I look down, I realize that Gav has grabbed my hand.
"What about our allies?" I whisper to him.
"Forget about the rest of them. Kaja's dead anyway now." He pants.
"Jimmy's dead too." I tell him in a flat voice.
Neither of us say anything about India. But he knows. I can tell that he knows.
Did he see her death? The way her eyes suddenly filled with terror? The way her mouth hung open, not ready to believe what was coming to her? She couldn't believe it. India always refused to hear any talk of death. And now she's dead.
It feels like a big metal weight just dropped into my stomach.
Eventually, we reach a little lagoon. The path widens a little onto a stone strand of beach. Just a little one on the banks of the lagoon, but large enough for me and Gav to fit on and sleep on it.
Gav kicks at one of the stones and stares down at the murky water. A few lily pads fill it and strange, curling water plants make their way up.
"Guess this is the place." My voice sounds so soft.
"Yeah. We can hide in those roots or the trunk of that tree right there." Gav points to a tree that's set on our little beach.
A small creek flows into the lagoon. "The water's probably safe to drink." I think for a moment. "Don't think they'd just poison every water system in here."
Gav sits down on a rock covered in sun and moss. "No, they wouldn't. Just don't go into the water cause I don't know what kind of nasty mutts and critters are in there."
Neither of us talks much after that. We just sit on that rock and stare at the water. The mud in it swirls it all in brown designs. It's impossible for me to see the bottom. Shoots of plants grow out of the water. That's good. Mostly plants that grow by the water side aren't poisonous.
We won't starve to death either.
I would never say it, but I think that those who starve to death in this place are almost lucky.
Almost.
Don't think anyone ever has, though. Starving to death takes a little while and usually this thing is done in a few days.
My stomach swirls. All kinds of nasty, burning stuff seems to be in there.
Suddenly, I feel sick.
All those terrible pictures are still in my mind. And they aren't gonna leave. Ever.
How could Kaja be dead? How could any of them be dead?
They were alive just this morning.
Why would Anna kill Kaja?
Where could she be now?
"Gav?" I poke him in the ribs softly.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think we're safe here? In this place, I mean. Cause Anna could be right around here. Or somebody else bad."
Gav shakes his head. "I think we're okay for now."
He stares down at the water.
"Then again." He whispers. "It's not like we're ever gonna be safe in this place. Not ever."
A/N And that's the end of our Bloodbath.
It was a little shorter than some of the chapters, but hopefully you didn't notice that too much. It was a small Bloodbath with not too many deaths. That's in part due to the awesomeness of many of the characters. It's also because most of our Careers aren't really that barbaric.
Here is a list of the dead:
D1-Katherine Jasmine Thomas
D5-Jimmy Thrine
D6-Jake Rittler
D7-India Gyfer
D12-Cadence Basil
Songs:
I know a lot of you like having songs for you characters, so I did come up with some.
Kaja's song is Shake it Out by Florence and the Machine. It's meant to represent her feelings about falling in love right before her death. It goes like this:
And, I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out,
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off,
And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a fine romance but its left me so undone
It's always darkest before the dawn
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me
Jimmy's song is Landslide by Fleetwood Mac. It shows his connection to his sister and how hard it is for him to let go.
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I, I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
I'm getting older too
So, take my love, take it down
Oh climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down, down
Jake's song (as suggested by purpleandblackattack) is Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd. The meaning is pretty obvious, but it also shows the despair he feels for losing his little sister.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I... Have become comfortably numb
India's song is Arms of the Angel by Sarah McLachlan. The song is a sad one, but it describes India perfectly.
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
You're in the arms of an Angel, may you find some comfort here
The song I picked for Cadence is actually Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men. The lyrics describe how he feels about Harmony's death really well. The song is like reading a poem.
There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.
You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is the ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep