Author Games: World Seasons

Task Two - Blood and Snow - Fools Tributes

Alec Q Ate

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Jemma Fools

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Jefferson Craene

A gong rings through my ears quavering the drums and they send a message to my mind. But I don’t move.

The ground vibrates in a stampede of cowards and the vicious. But I don’t move.

The ghastly figure of mistletoe lurches at my feet, thrown from the arm of Rudolph, his arm rippling and façade snarling. I let an unrecognizable smirk scamper onto my thin lips. I start to saunter up to the toppling tree eyes fixated on nothing, that is right, I’m not completely mad. I fixated my glare on a beautiful patch of nothingness. A limp body falls in front of me. It is Valen.

This was simply splendid!

Whoever said these games were hard was simply misinformed.

You don’t even have to try.

I crawl under the tree, nestling the small present in my arms, beaming a bright smile to the bloodied world around me. Disassembled limbs fly around on wings of crimson, the last of the fighter run away from the bath, blood trailing them in spurts.

This is terrible.

Others suffer while I do nothing yet remain aplomb.

I didn’t even try.              

I watch as Jemma frantically tears apart her gift looking for a weapon, but marbles would not keep her out of the slaughter house that already took so many lives.

The careers settle around the tree, reminiscent of the cornucopia of old. I rapidly claw at the snow covered soil. The snow grasped in clenching finger was tinted with crimson.

The careers laughed, loud bellowing guffaws and hearty chortles.

How could they do these, be so cruel.

Yet, I was laughing too.

But I had a disease it made me evil, it is making me evil right now.

No, I didn’t…

I had an excuse.

My fingers trill along the brisk air, fluttering in the chilling wind. Anticipation swells inside of me as I wait for the noose to fall or executioner to be overtaken. I waited for promise of death, but that promise can be bent.

When the timer falls to one I dive into the field of white magic. I have only heard of like in legends, never actually seen it. Some call it snow, others say Flitters, Pollen of tears or Clomber.

The puffy stuff enveloped me in cold and wetness, cushioning my roll to the ground. I sprint ahead and become the first one to the tree. Stripping open the gift and briskly unsheathing three roasting sticks before I puncture the next runner.

Pile of mealy guts lurch slowly out of the gaping hole in Valens stomach. He crumbles to he knees crying out in pain as emotion overtakes him. Tears fall from his innocent eyes as he falls to the ground.

Actions burns around me as I begin to feel comfortable. Chaos was breaking loose at my hanging but all I feel is hope.

I feel an acute pain at the back of my head and I whip around to see someone throwing marbles at me as if they were darts. I use a roaster to whack away one as it ricochets sharply to the left.