"if i'm a ghost
then so are you"
Emerald Colter hasn't known peace at any time in her life; and with her reaping comes a chance for her to finally make her mother proud of her. Only, when she returns home, everything remains the same and...
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WARNING : this chapter contains violent imagery.
Admittedly, the water is rather refreshing. It reminds her of the hot summer days that would end in storms, the rain splashing against her skin as she smiled up at the grey clouds. It's the one thing she craved during the heat, those showers that would bring relief. This is, however, entirely different. She doesn't really have time to enjoy the feeling of the coolness against her face because within mere seconds, somebody could but pushing a knife into her back.
Her swim is slow, her limited skills allowing her to move in the water but not glide through it as expertly as some of the others. She imagines Finnick and Mags are both already on land, having been able to swim every and any day of their lives back in District Four. A lot of the other tributes won't be as lucky, she knows this and they probably do too.
Emerald cannot feel herself sinking as she struggles to move through the water, her fatigue coming into play already. Those few hours of sleep she had gotten the night before are obviously not enough, and she curses her mind for keeping her awake.
Eventually, she reaches the land by the cornucopia, and grabs onto some of the first weapons she can find which happen to be knives. There's splashing happening all around her, and the sound of fighting fills the air. So much for holding hands.
"Sorry to do this to you, kid,"
Emerald spins around to see Enobaria standing there with a rather large sword in her hands. The brunette ducks as the tribute from District Two jabs it in her direction, managing to avoid the pointed end. She uses one of the knives to slash at the older woman's leg, causing her to hiss in pain lightly but continue fighting on any way.
Knowing that Enobaria clearly has the strength and skill to take her down with one slash, Emerald scrambles away as fast as she can. There are harsh footsteps behind her, the woman clearly following her and ready to take her down.
Whilst she's running, she desperately searches the horizon for Silas in hopes that he will come and save her. Unfortunately, she seems out of luck in the ally department at the moment and must fend for herself. Nearly tripping over the body of an already dead tribute, Emerald decides that running will be futile.
The two of them have a bit of a stand off, hidden behind the large metal cornucopia. Who knows where the other careers are, Brutus may sneak up behind her and shove his spear through her abdomen at a moments notice.
"End of the line. Shouldn't let this go on any longer," Enobaria comments, holding the large sword out in front of her.
Emerald clutches her knife tightly, standing in stance that shows she's ready to fight. Her heart hammers in her chest as the woman lunges forward once again and manages to slice the skin of Emerald's thigh. A straggled screech falls from the lips of the District Eight tribute as she stumbles backwards, blood already steaming down the side of her leg rather rapidly.
