Author Games: World Seasons

Task Four - Oh So Grassy - Fool's Tributes

Jefferson Marle Crane:

(Have not received; Croc, I know you sent it in but Jack has done his usual thing of deleting the inbox every so often and I think it was on there. He's probably got it on a document somewhere; if you want to resend it I'll try and put it up. Same goes for all the others [especially Lotica because I don't think all that visual/ aural/ spatial road whatever kind of stuff counts as an entry.])

Victoria Iocus:

They sang about tomorrow, but for them it never came.

Three lights blink out of the tree as the girl sits blonde hair matted with dirt, flowing down her back as she look up eyes a bloodshot color of red.

The girl stood up walking away, the voice just a whisper in her ear as the grew around her, towering over her head like every other person in this arena. She had not a clue what was going on, as the grass seemed to dance with a gleeful breeze moving back and forth with all its other friends. Until the wind blows faster, and harsher. The grass being mean and hard, shadows running along the ground as the pain goes on, and on.

Phantom faces, danced around her. Phantom shadows on the floor.

Faces of the fallen swooped in with a bitter breeze with their voices ringing, Still hearing the ones that they had said, that became their last. The noise pounded in her eardrums as the wind picked up chilling the girl to the bone.

Why was she in so distraught, she only killed one girl who was in her own district, thinking a new world reborn, a world without this.

“Stop it! I didn’t kill any of you!” The girl shouted as the elements froze being whisked into the air as the blue sky with puffy clouds returned, all the shadows gone, but the voices still echoing in her brain, that would never go away.

“I think I’m going mad!”

Victoria muttered as she stroked the long blade of glass as it sliced a clean cut along her finger, but the sapphire blood stayed in one large drop dangling from her finger, ready to jump.

“Thats because you are made Victoria, and you have been all your life.”

“SHUT UP!” She shouted as the ghastly cries flew out of her brain leaving her in silence. The birds flew tiredly in the air, having no branches to rest upon in the lonely sky.

The tall grass made the girl lost, leaving her with no way to go but straight ahead, clutching her box with white knuckles as the grass parted from her face, revealing more and more blades sticking out of the ground like daggers.

The girl swallows the forming lump in her throat as she pads across the ground leaving six foot prints in the mud as the grass swallows her up. num num num. The walk is brisk and quiet, the grass now being nice as it smiles down on the girl protecting her from the harsh rays of sun.

"Why thank you long grass, could you be ever more kind?" Victoria asks in a sing song voice as she waits patiently for the grass to give her a gift. The grass dances in a violent sway as the blades part revealing a small bunny to hop through the grass.

"Hello little bunny, do you wish to be my friend?" Victoria asks blue eyes locking in with the soft hazel eyes of the creature. With a wrinkle of its nose and a twang of its ear, Victoria translates that into a yes.

"What's you favorite color little friend, mine would have to be blue, sadly it was terribly displayed on this hideous suit, I really want to take it off! Doesn't it make me look fat?" Victoria rambles as she misses the ground shaking underfoot.

The bunny hops away in fear as a look of distraught flashes on Victoria's face. "Bunny! Bunny! Come back! Bunny please!"

Jack watches with hungry eyes as the snack is tangled up in the roots, about to chase after his prey as a young girl leaps over it, crying in hysterics. In other words asking for death, which she will get if she won't give up the bunny.

"Please be free, let the bunny be free!" Victoria shouts in between sobs as the world twists and turns around her in nauseating heat, she needs water. Pulling out the flask with shaky palms she takes a sip as one drop slides down her throat.

In an scream of fear and pain, Victoria rips the contents of her back out throwing them across the ground as she looks for her emergency flask.

"Looking for this?" A perky Jack says from behind the girl as she jumps raising her box above her head.

"Give that back to me it's MINE!" Victoria shouts jumping up for it as Jack pulls it out of. Her reach to mock the girl.

"Nah aha, give me that bunny, and you can have your water back."

"No, I will get nothing for the price of bunny!" Victoria shouts as she stares longingly at the trapped creature, waging to be set free.

"And look at what your doing to it, the poor animal is trapped and you have not lifted a finger to help it.

"Ok then, you give me no choice." Victoria says bitterly as she starts to crack the Handel of her box, the sweet music being lost in spite of Jacks bitter laughter.

"Pop! Goes his eyeball!" Victoria sings as he falls the the ground, left socket empty and lifeless. Flicking off the organ from her knife Victoria leaps up with her bunny and continues to walk through the brush.

Lucky lays on the ground with her face a hue of purple, embraced in a not-so-nice hug of roots. Skipping past with no care at all, Victoria ignores the body more focused on her new pet who seems to lead her through the grass. With a scream and a jump, Leveret stares in confusion at the bunny as Victoria stays hidden behind the grass. "Go on bunny, show him what you've got!" Victoria encourages waving her hands towards the boy who stands in their path. But sadly her pet seems to be worthless, yet the girl would rather not summon up the courage to get close.

"Help! Help! Somebody please!" Victoria shrieks pretending to be in pain as the grass around her shakes violently. Leveret leaps through the grass looking around frantically as Victoria feels the roots start to grab with their prickly fingers around her wrist.

At the same time Patrick flies through weapon raised as the two tributes lock eyes, having a silent conversation on wether to fight or to save the poor girls life. The roots start to tighten on Victoria's wrist, crawling up her legs as she shakes violently to add effect.

Breaking under his pity for the poor girl, Leveret bends down starting to rip apart the roots one by one. As they curl away from the girls skin she stands up running away as she slips behind the grass as the two tributes begin their quarrel.

With the boom of the cannon, Victoria peeks through to see Patrick on the ground dead, Leveret wounded and on the ground suffering, the roots soon to come and claim the last of his life.

Both of them fell for the trap, both tributes dead.

With not a scratch on the girls body, at the end of the day and a mother day over.