She really wished that she could light up her cigarette.
The fact that she had cigarettes, but not a lighter, didn't go unnoticed as she had wondered if the device had fallen out of her duffle bag somehow, but no matter where she looked she couldn't find one. Thus she came to the conclusion that the gamemakers had failed to provide her with one. She wondered if it was a failed spot check on their part, or if it was just something that they did on purpose to willingly screw with them.
She told herself that it was more than likely the later, as the gamemakers did do such things in the past to screw with the tributes. It created situations that would be entertaining to the aviator audience, because watching people suffering was always fun.
In a way, Terra didn't very much mind, as she thought of it as just another day in District Two. The academy instructors would purposely do things to the students to make their lives harder, to try and break them just a little bit more to see their reactions and what they'd do about it. And of course, as a student of the academy, you were expected to figure out how to make due with what you had and try to figure out how to move forward.
So that's what Terra did. She simply pulled a cigarette out of the pack and placed it between her lips, only feeling minimal relief as she simply felt the filter on the tip of her tongue and tasted the unburnt tobacco leaves. Still, it was better than nothing, she figured.
It's just like them to fuck with us. Terra thought as she walked through the house that she could only describe as abandoned and decaying. The paint was fading and peeling from the walls, exposing the studs within the walls and the insulation that was escaping from it's holdings, looking much like overgrown pimples. Because isn't it fun to watch others in distress? She personally didn't know, but she had seen others laugh at someone else's anguish and watched as the academy instructors had a field day with them. She also knew that some of that attention was pointed at her from time to time as well when she struggled.
Scratching her cheek with her index finger, Terra briefly wondered if the stale air that tasted of foam, fiberglass, and mold, was toxic, before she told herself that she didn't really give a damn. It was one of her few redeeming qualities, as the academy instructors had told her. She didn't really give a damn about many things. But there was also a downside to that, because really, she didn't care about a lot of things in general.
Still, she did try to care about certain things, but she just didn't hold an interest in them. Either that, or the attention she gave for them dropped significantly as she grew bored of trying to understand them, or she just dropped the act of pretending to care. Then again, many of the things that her family tried to get her to do were things that involved socializing, and Terra much more preferred solitary activities.
She wondered if the decaying house was placed in the arena for a reason that was relevant to her. The house was uncared for as it was dirty, uncared for as thick cobwebs littered the place and there were black and dark green spots on the walls that hadn't crumbled to the floor. In short, it looked like it was dying because of some sort of internal disease and lack of care it's owners put into it. There's probably a reason I found this house. I just don't know why.
Terra didn't rack her head too hard as she figured she'd find out eventually. In the mean time, she searched the house for supplies, wondering if she had found the house because it had been abandoned and she had been picked as the person to find a hidden treasure or something.
So hadn't found much, as it was mostly empty, but she figured that there were some hidden gems somewhere. Either that or this is just a pebble in the grand scheme of things. Terra didn't put it past the gamemakers to make her look like a fool.
Terra then remembered that someone had let out a roar earlier. Glad that someone's having a good time. Terra thought, wondering if they had found or had done something good. Shouting with a reason of celebration. Either way, they're just blading themselves by yelling. Telling everyone where they are because they're so happy about finding something. If this house hadn't been calling my name I'd have gone and figured out what they were so happy about.
Terra then wondered if the person had roared because they didn't really want to blade themselves, but because they actually wanted people to come towards them. She then didn't regret her decision to check out the house that had drawn her in like an invisible hand grabbing and gently guiding her. Of course, she bet that obeying the guidance of the invisible hand was better than wandering to the roar.
Having faith that someone from higher up had been guiding her, Terra continued to search the decaying house. She checked the drawers, the closets, everywhere. She kept on finding nothing but emptiness. She wasn't discouraged though, as she knew that there had to be something.
Terra walked into the next room, and saw a figure clad in all white, jump out at her with a scream. The teenage girl expressionlessly slammed her right fist into where the solar plexus were, feeling the hard surface of a training dummy before it rocked back and forth before it retreated back to whence it came, which turned out to be to be the left side of the wall.
Terra rolled her eyes again at the clay attempt the house was doing to discourage her from venturing further inside. They had training dummies that had been draped like a tent with white cloth, trying to make them look like ghosts. Attached to them was a machine of springs, gears, and other parts to make them jump out at her unexpectedly and give out a scream.
Every time she expected it to be another person, so whenever one of the dummies jumped out at her in an attempt to make her retreat from the house, Terra, like clockwork, hit them right in the solar plexus before realizing that it was just another training dummy.
Getting real tired of this shit. Terra thought as she removed the cloth that clothed the dummy and placed it in her duffle bag. Most of the time the dummies would retreat back into a hidden compartment within the walls, but some wouldn't have that hidden closet like structure. Those were the ones that Terra grabbed the table cloths off of.
She then returned to the task at hand. Trying to find the treasure. The grand prize that those high above her wanted to find.
Terra checked the drawers and closets, managing to find a box of matches inside one of the old dressers. I must be getting close. Terra thought as she pulled out a match stick, scrapped it against the rough surface of the box, igniting the match head, and lighting her cigarette with the flaming head before waving the flame out of existence and tasting the sweet taste of nicotine. Yep, that's the good stuff.
Terra sucked in her breath, letting the cancerous chemicals settle into her lungs for a moment before she flew out a cloud of grey smoke that looked not unlike the dust partials that floated through the house. Knew I was brought here for a reason.
Glad that the skyward beings hadn't let her down, Terra continued to search the house, looking for the things she was destined to find.
From the moment he had awoken he was living in Hell.
He felt as if he was in the baking hot sun and his body was overheating. His muscles were tight and he felt as if there were insects burrowing inside his flesh, eating him alive. His intense body heat only made the experience even more uncomfortable as the bugs didn't seem to want to be sweated out, nor did scratching at himself yield any results. Not that it stopped him from having razor grain shaking that ceased to stop no matter what he did. Sitting on his arms only made them want to shake more, and it didn't stop his legs or neck from moving sporadically.
His mouth felt dry and rotten as his chapped lips bleed from him constantly chewing on them with his decaying teeth. His heart seemed ready to explode when it raced, but when it slowed, it seemed to cease beating, making Harvey believe that he was going to die. The thought frightened him enough to make his heart start racing again, with no in between. It was either beating hard enough to make him think it was going to jump out of his mouth, or it was beating so faintly that he thought it had stopped completely.
And then there was his chest. His chest felt like it was on fire and his brain felt like it was wrapped in thorns. His head felt so bad that he wanted to vomit, but nothing would come out, and for all the dry heaving he was doing, it yielded no results. Though Harvey had thought that he had seen himself vomit out a geyser of blood that were mixed in with literal pieces of his lungs.
That terrified Harvey to no end, until it had turned out to be a horrible hallucination. Still, it didn't stop the demonic voices from telling him that his time was coming and that he better prepare for his end. The voices didn't seem to come from anyone, but Harvey was sure that if he looked at the shadows for more than two seconds he could see that they weren't just shadows, but people made of shadows. Shadows that drifted from one part of the room to the next at their own whim.
Harvey did not want to die, but the thought kept on showing it's ugly head in his mind as he continued to try and pick the hungry insects out of his flesh. It only resulted in him tearing bloody holes in his skin.
But more than anything, more than the agony he was causing himself as he literally picked himself apart piece by bloody piece, more than the pain he was giving his mouth as he chewed his mouth apart with his rotting teeth. More than the hellish heat that was cooking him alive as he sweated profusely as his body trembled uncontrollably and his heart threatened to expire. More than anything else, Harvey wanted something to help relieve his cravings for narcotics.
Harvey had drank the water the gamemakers had provided, but it tasted of chemicals. It tasted of poison. He threw the bottle of water away, letting all the water drain from the bottle, before accusing the aviators of wanting him dead. He didn't trust the food either, so he threw that away as well.
There had been a can that sprayed out a spicy mist, but Harvey had no use of it other than to defend himself against the shadow people, so he kept that around in case one of the shadows tried to drag him to Hell.
The young teen had found the package of cigarettes, and after finding no way to light them up, he ate them raw, trying to suppress the torment he was experiencing. But after eating the cigarettes, filters and all, he still felt nothing but torment. He felt miserable, he felt empty, and he didn't know what to do.
Crack. Harvey told himself as he dragged his fingernails across the wooden floor. I need crack. Either that or meth. Even better. God, please give me some sugar cubes or salted ice!
God didn't answer. Instead, he got the laughter of the devil and his demons. They were enjoying his tortured existence.
Harvey told himself that it was just a nightmare. Just a horrible nightmare that he tried so hard to avoid by taking those illegal stimulants. After all, nothing felt real and he felt like a piece of garbage that was just existing for the sake of existing. Nothing felt right, reality wasn't with him, so he figured he had to be asleep and in his nightmares.
But it didn't feel like a nightmare, and that only made him more confused and scared. He didn't even know what was happening to him. He wondered if gorging his eyes out would end him being able to see the Hell that he was in. He wondered if ripping his ears out would stop him from hearing the demons around him. He wondered if ripping his tongue out would stop him from craving sugar cubes and salted ice. He wondered if ripping his flesh out would cool him down. He wondered if ripping his heart from his chest would stop it from trying to decide whether it wanted to beat hard or not at all.
And the bugs. Maybe if he just peeled all his skin off he'd be able to see the bugs that were crawling around inside of him and he'd be able to remove them.
Grinding his teeth together, Harvey wondered if the heat his body was creating was the reason his mouth felt dry and why his throat felt so tight. Like he was trying to swallow razor blades and there was no saliva to help force them down.
The nightmares. All he wanted to do was not sleep so that he would avoid the horrific nightmares that plagued his life. He didn't even know why they had appeared in the first place. They had just came for no reason. And nothing he did could make them stop. And how could you make something that you didn't understand go away? How could you treat something you didn't even know what it was or how it came to you?
So Harvey did the only thing he could think of doing to avoid the nightmares. Drugs. After all, you could only stay awake by the sake of you own will power for so long. And the drugs worked so much better than harming yourself.
But now he didn't have anymore, and he didn't know what to do besides hope that somewhere out there there was mercy and that he survived the nightmare.
And then something appeared at the door way. Harvey nearly took it for a living shadow as it was near equal parts light and dark. But then he noticed that everything from the neck down all the way to a little above it's ankles was outfitted in a mess of green, brown, and black. A woodland spirit, it's what it had to be. What else would be pale and have the pattern of a forest?
It's here to kill me. It's here to kill me and bury me in the fields of District Nine!
Harvey, afraid, paranoid, and in constant torment, charged at the thing in front of him.
Upon opening the door to the room, Terra saw a figure that was sitting in what looked to be a slightly uncomfortable position in the center of the run down room. The way he looked Terra could only describe as deranged. That thought lasted for less than an instant when he charged at her like a hostile, cornered animal the very moment she had seen him.
He ran at her with a scream that seemed almost inhuman as he had a crazed look in his eyes.
She saw the way he ran. She saw the way he looked with his eyes full of rage, confusion, and infocusness, and she guessed that he was someone that used stimulants. Of course, she had guessed that Harvey was someone who did drugs during her time in the Capitol, and had even noticed when she had been watching the reaping re-caps during the train ride to the Capitol. And unlike her escort, she and Thor hadn't reacted that much to seeing someone using stimulants as it was common place in the academy to give someone amphetamines to make them more aggressive and fearless.
So when he charged at her, she reacted as she should act when an academy student on amphetamine rushed at her. She took a defensive stance, and when he got close to her and swung a wide arced fist at her, she easily blocked it with one arm, kneed her attacker in the solar plexus, and with her free hand, grabbed the side of his head, spun him around, and slammed his head into the rotting wall. Harvey's head literally went into the wall with the sound of drywall falling apart and a grunt.
Terra, not stopping for a second, ripped Harvey's head out of the wall, making sure that her nails raked across his face, and threw him onto the floor with all her might, resulting in a loud thud. Harvey tumbled end over end as he gave out a yell as he went to grab his face. Terra silently wished that her prep-team and aviator stylist had known more about combat and less about girlish beauty as she didn't see her nails give Harvey four new slash marks.
Even so, Terra knew that she couldn't give the greenback stick a moment of recovery, so she ran towards Harvey, and didn't even give him time to find his bearings as the second he stopped rolling, Terra gave him a devastating kick to the face as he was still on his hands and knees.
Harvey's already bloody mouth was split open further thanks to Terra's powerful kick. The fact that Terra wore steel toed combat boots only made the damage to Harvey worse. Blood sprayed from Harvey's mouth as he flew backwards and landed on his ass. Blood poured from his mouth as he gave out a moan.
The female career then jumped and landed on the boy in such a way that her left knee landed on his right arm, pinning it to the ground as it was simultaneously trying to crush his elbow joint, while her right knee drove itself into his chest. Harvey gave out a chocked groan, spitting a mixture of blood and saliva. Terra reeled her right arm back, and with all the power in her arm, swung her fist forward and made it slam across Harvey's face, sending a splash of blood out of his mouth.
Terra struck him a second time, then a third time, and a fourth. Each hit opening Harvey's wounds up more, allowing his body to make more blood escape with each punch. A trio of rotten teeth escaped his mouth thanks to Terra's latest punch.
Harvey tried to defend himself against Terra, clawing at her chest with his free arm and wiggling violently, but Terra was firmly planted into Harvey in such a way that if he moved, it only drove her knee deeper into his chest. It allowed Terra to easily place more weight into his chest, forcing him back down. Terra noted that most people only tried to escape once or twice while she was in such a position, but because of the drugs in his system, he had tried it multiple times and wasn't even thinking about giving up.
As for him clawing at her chest and side with his free arm, her rugged and resilient camouflage jacket was able to withstand his tenacious but feeble attacks. As for his pinned down arm, Terra had her knee in such a position that it cut off blood circulation and made it near impossible to use effectively.
After the fifth punch across Harvey's mouth, Terra shook her right hand a little to loosen it back up before raising both hands and creating a claw like formation with her hands. She then shoved them forward, towards Harvey's face. Harvey managed to catch Terra's right arm mere inches from his face with his left hand. It stopped Terra from attacking the left side of Harvey's head, but it did nothing to prevent her left thumb from pressing against Harvey's right eye. Terra's thumb halted for a fraction of a second before she added some more force, and drove it into his eye socket.
Harvey let out a tormented howl as Terra's thumb drove itself deeper and deeper into his right eye socket. Terra felt the eyeball turn into mush as a mixture of thin white and thick yellow substances slithered across her thumb and out of Harvey's head like soft butter.
As much as Harvey flailed around, trying to get her off of him, Terra continued her relentless assault on Harvey as she twisted and jerked her thumb around in the gooey eye fluids until her entire thumb was inside his skull.
That was when Terra finally pulled her thumb out of the greenback's head and swirled her right arm around in a wide circular motion, forcing Harvey to release it lest she break his wrist.
Play time's over. She declared. The aviator's had their show, now it's time to finish this stick.
Terra then grabbed Harvey's left wrist with her recently freed right hand, and rolled onto her back, bringing Harvey with her. Harvey was then on top of her, but on his knees, making him easily able to mount her and pin her if he did the right moves. Mainly move his chest around her knee. Terra could see the greenback trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. Mixed in with his confusion, agony, and the position he was in, it made him vulnerable to a counter attack. Terra took full advantage of his confusion and his position, as she pulled her right knee back, causing Harvey to fall closer to her.
But not fast enough, as Terra had time to turn her leg and press her foot against his chest before she gave out a mighty push. Harvey instantly flew off of her and stumbled as Terra sprang to her feet with practiced ease.
The female career then rushed towards the injured boy until she was directly beside him, and shoved her right index and middle finger into his gaping eye socket, of which yellow goo was still dripping out of it like hot candle wax, and continued to run. Harvey was forced to follow as Terra had a grip on the inside of his skull.
Terra dragged him until they were close to a dirty and cracked window. Terra pulled her fingers from his skull, grabbed his face, and smashed it through the window with all her strength. The shattering of glass occurred before Terra pulled the boy back, spun him around, grabbed the back of his head with both her hands, and impaled his neck through a spike of jagged glass.
The once dusty glass shard was now a blood red, the same colour of liquid coming out of Harvey's mouth in a chocking like noise. It went on for around a dozen seconds before Harvey ceased to move.
A few seconds later, Terra wondered where the cannon was. She found it strange, but the entire situation was strange, so while the familiar sensation of anxiety buzzed through her body, she just struggled it off the best she could and went over to find the greenback's duffle bag so see what he had.
Quickly scanning the room, Terra noticed a water bottle that was empty on one side of the room. In the center of the room, near where Harvey used to be, there was a black duffle bag that was open. The rest of the room was unremarkable as it was basically the same as the rest of the rooms. A dresser, a cabinet, and a dirty mattress populated the room.
Walking over to the bag, Terra crouched down and checked it's continence. A single unopened ration, an open package of cigarettes with no cigarettes in it for some reason, and a compact black can of something with a small red button in the center.
Terra picked it up and read the label. The can called itself pepper spray, and Terra remembered that peacekeepers carried that on them in order to blind their adversaries with a thick mist of orange spray. It was also a favorite among academy instructors if they wanted to discipline students, or if they wanted to simulate someone going blind due to someone throwing sand in their eyes or something among those lines. Terra recalled getting hit by pepper spray, remembering that it felt as if her eyes were burning.
This is definitely a better weapon than the pillow those gamemakers gave me. Terra wondered what the gamemakers had been thinking when they gave her a pillow. They could have given her anything, but they decided to give her a fucking pillow. It's like they don't want me to succeed in my mission from God. Or whoever the fuck is up there. Hmm... Wonder if Splendor would have known who might have wanted me to do this.
She then decided that it really didn't matter who of the skyward beings sent her on the sacred mission, just that someone higher than her wanted it done. And who was she to refuse? There was a reason she had gotten reaped. Why the voices said lieutenant to her. There was a reason for all that, and she was going to do what she could about it.
Right after she finished screaming due to something sharp stabbing her in the neck, close to her right collar bone.
Terra grabbed where the stabbing pain was coming from with her left hand, and felt an arm near her neck. Throwing a right elbow at her unseen attacker as she pulled them forward, Terra felt her elbow connect with a face, making sure to spin with her momentum and release their arm and hit them in the face with a left fist.
Terra was surprised to see that her attacker was Harvey. He was alive! His neck had a second mouth and was drooling out a steady stream of blood, but he was still, very much, alive. And what's more, he was holding a long glass fragment in his hands.
Terra was about to withdraw her fist, but Harvey caught it in both his hands, and before she could do anything, Harvey pressed the red button on the aerosol canister, and a thick spray of orange mist blew towards Terra's face, causing her eyes to feel as if they were on fire.
The career let out a yell as she yanked her left arm back and smashed her right fist into Harvey's face once again. Harvey didn't let go. In fact, he charged towards Terra and slammed into her so hard that it knocked her off her feet. Both tributes fell to the ground, hard, and Terra felt rippling pain radiate through her back an instant before she threw her arms into a crossing guard that protected her entire face and neck, knowing that that's where most people would try and strike.
She was right. She felt a stabbing pain lance through her left bicep as a scream escaped her mouth. Knowing that the stabbing would continue if she didn't do something about it, Terra threw her arms in the opposite way they were facing. With her palms open, her right hand made a grab for the top right of his head while her left hand made a grab for the left side of his lower jaw. She guessed where they were, and when they made contact with his head, she didn't give a second's hesitation to wonder if they were in the correct position or not, she just pulled his head in a twisting, jerking motion as strongly as she could muster.
She didn't expect Harvey's neck to snap as she knew snapping someone's neck wasn't really as easy as people thought it was, but what she did expect was Harvey to move off of her due to the sheer amount of pain and sudden movement it would do.
She was right, and Harvey did indeed roll off of her. Terra rolled the opposite way Harvey did, wiping her eyes with her jacket sleeve and attempting to cry some more so that the tears could wash the pepper spray out of her eyes quicker.
Springing to her feet when she guessed she was a good distance away from her attacker, Terra grabbed the stabbing instrument that had embedded itself in her left bicep, and yanked it out with a pained grunt as it hurt more coming out than going in. From what she could feel, she guessed that it was the glass shard Harvey had been holding.
Terra kept a grip on the glass shard, wanting to stab Harvey in his other eye so that he'd be blind like her. Only permanently.
Terra continued to wipe her eyes with her jacket when she heard foot steps approaching her. Terra jumped out of the way, and felt something, probably another glass shard, slide itself into left side of her stomach. Terra screamed, but she turned towards her attacker and tried to grab the back of his shirt, and missed. Fuck!
She then heard him charging again, and managed to jump out of the way in time.
Terra wiped her eyes again, and this time, she was able to see the blurred figure of Harvey turning around and charging at her again. With no time to jump out of the way, Terra braced for impact, and felt Harvey body slam into her. But Terra kept her footing and put herself in such a position that she stopped Harvey in his tracks. But that didn't stop Terra from feeling another sense of agony lance through the center of her gut, making her loose her grip on the bloody glass shard.
Terra looked down, and saw that through her blurred vision, she had failed to see that Harvey was carrying a long but not very wide wooden splinter of which was double the length of her hand. Terra bared her teeth, but the second Harvey twisted the splinter and drove it deeper into her gut, Terra let out a pained growl.
Until I complete my mission from God, or whoever the fuck is up there, I am not going to die. Especially not by some clay, greenback stick piece of shit!
With her right hand, Terra grabbed broken piece of a wall stud and pushed it away from her body. Meanwhile, her left palm struck Harvey's chin and his head went back, but Terra kept her palm under his chin and continued to push. The second mouth at Harvey's neck began to widen, allowing blood to spray out freely, painting the front of Terra, as skin and muscle tore open.
The two combatants pushed with all their might, trying to kill the other. But neither would yield. He's a drug addict. Terra told herself. Nothing more. He's worse than jack rabbits as far as District Two is concerned. If you die now, you will have shown everything that they made the wrong choice in choosing you for their sacred task!
Terra pushed harder with her left arm, and with each second Harvey's head was getting less and less attached to his shoulders and more and more blood was spraying onto the girl, though she didn't really give a fuck. She just wanted Harvey to die. But she knew that Harvey wanted her to die as well, as both his hands were pushing at the wooden spike in her gut.
That was when Terra felt as if the task had gotten a whole lot easier. She felt stronger, Harvey's flesh was being torn apart faster, and Terra could feel the wooden spike painfully sliding out of her flesh quicker.
It probably had something to do with the fact that a hand had appeared from behind Harvey and was pulling at his lower jaw and was pulling his body back with the other.
The wooden spike slide out of Terra's stomach before she backed up, allowing Thor to smash his leg behind Harvey's knees, sending him to kneel down to Terra like he was asking for forgiveness. Forgiveness that he'd never get as Thor pressed his right leg onto Harvey's back to give him more grip on his jaw.
The sound of gurgling and the sound of tearing flesh and muscle filled the air. Terra noted that the bare handed tearing of Harvey's neck sounded much like the bare handed tearing of a citrus fruit.
Harvey struggled against Thor, but his left arm was being held and stretched out by Thor's left, and Harvey's right arm couldn't effectively reach anything. Not that that stopped him from uselessly flailing it around.
Terra threw away the wooden spike, got behind Harvey, and joined Thor by hooking her left hand over Harvey's chin, pressed her left foot onto Harvey's back, and held Harvey's right arm out with her right hand.
The two District Two tributes pulled with all their might, wanting to decapitate the greenback stick.
It took a lot of strength and effort of constant pulling, but without warning, there was sickeningly wet snap before the male and female bronhole fell to the ground with a thud. Harvey's head flew off his shoulders as droplets of blood rained down as it spun round and round like a diabolical ball with brown spine and vertebrae with red strips of muscle and dark skinned flesh fluttering about.
The severed head hit the wall with a wet splat before it dropped to the floor with the same sound. Both District Two tributes breathed in and out, finding that ripping someone's head off was a lot harder than they imagined.
After a minute or so of silence, Thor was the first one to speak.
"Can't believe I had to come and save your ass from a greenback stick."
"What took you so long?" Terra asked with her flat toned voice, touching the center of her stomach and feeling the blood coming out of the wound.
"Didn't think you'd need to be rescued so early." Thor then gave out a groan as he got to his feet before helping Terra up. "What'd he do to you?"
"Fucker stabbed me in the neck, the side, the stomach, and the left bicep. The glass shards are still in my neck and side." Terra answered. "Got any medical supplies? Because I've got a lot of tables cloths... Or something."
"I wish. Take your jacket and shirt off so I can see the damage. In the meantime, where's your duffle and what weapon did they give you?"
"My duffle's over there." Terra told her ally, motioning her head towards the duffle bag. "Nine's is there as well and he had some pepper spray that fucked me over." Terra unbuttoned her jacket before she tossed it to the floor before she took off her long sleeved black shirt, wincing due to her injuries. "And they gave me a fucking pillow of all things."
"That's just about useless," Thor told her as he sliced up some strips of cloth he had gotten from her bag with his assigned weapon. "I mean, it seems that they could have given you anything, and they give you a fucking pillow. Seriously?"
"They must not like me." Terra told him like she didn't really care, but she was really wondered what it could have meant. She eyed Thor's weapon though. "But they certainly do like you." No doubt. High grade black steel that blends nearly perfectly in the dark. A handle that offers protection for both the hand and the wrist along with a non-slip grip for added comfort. Yeah, they really love him if they gave him a cutlass sword.
"Don't I feel special." Thor replied dryly before he came back with four long white strips of cut up table cloth. Thor looked at Terra's wounds before he spoke again. "From what I can see, we should leave the glass shards in until we can find some way to cauterize the wounds unless you want to chance bleeding to death. The others aren't as bad, but still pretty bad."
With that, Terra wound the makeshift bandages around her four stab wounds with her partner's help. It didn't go as smoothly as she'd have liked as they seemed to drive the shards deeper into her. She was pretty sure that she felt the shard in her neck scrap against her collar bone. "Let's hope that stops the bleeding and clots itself for those two wounds that don't require fire." There was a pause. "Speaking of fire, do you have a lighter or match or something? I'm, like, dying for a cigarette."
Terra then went over to her camouflage jacket, and pulled out the match box from one of it's many pockets. The box was a little scrunched up, but thankfully, none of the matches had broke. Terra also grabbed her pack of cigarettes and stuck one in her mouth before lighting up the match and lighting up her smoke. She then lit Thor's cigarette up with her match before she dropped the match and snuffed it out with her boot. "Thank God. I didn't think I could go another minute without one."
As the two tributes smoked, Terra got dressed as Thor collected Harvey's clothes and stuffed them into his duffle bag. Terra found the pepper spray she had found before she placed it in a jacket pocket.
Her wounds burned, especially the ones that made themselves a home for the two glass shards. Still, it wasn't anything to unbearable, so like the District Two career she was, she sucked it up.
As they went to the room's exit, Terra had a question form in her mind.
"Why hasn't a cannon gone off? I mean, he's obviously dead." Unless he rises up from the dead. She wondered if that was even possible. At least in pysical form.
"I have no clue." Thor answered. "Probably another trick the gamemakers are playing on us. I mean seriously, have you seen the mutts for this ye-"
A scream occurred and out jumped out a white clad figure at the door. Thor punched it right in the face before it swung back to where it had came from. "God damn it! How many of these things are there in this house?"
"Too many." Terra replied, thinking of how she didn't like those things as well. "And do you have any ideas on how to cauterize these wounds? They really hurt and itch and I don't like that these bandages are driving them deeper into me."
"I've got one idea," Thor answered. "But you aren't going to like it."
A/N: Another thing that turned out a little differently than I thought it would. Still, I'm satisfied.
So I made another SYOT, and hope to finish it, and hopefully will because it's going to be short. Or so I hope... It won't have as much description, character development or character depth as I'd like, but hopefully it'll still be alright as I challenge myself to make shorter chapters. It's a modern day AU SYOT, so it may or may not be easier to do. It's called Reconstruction Destruction.
I'd like it if you took a look at it and maybe submit a tribute, though you are by all means not obligated to. If you could also tell others about it and have them submit a tribute, that would be helpful as well.
I find this heavily... Hypocritical? Or something since I'm currently bad at reviewing the two SYOTs my characters are in.