But, You're Dead? [Clovniss]

It Has Begun [Part Two]

Clove settles back on her haunches, wiping the blood from her hands with a rag pulled from her backpack. Getting Bullet to tell her what she needed to know had been somewhat of a struggle, but she is successful as always. It is likely that Bullet will be permanently blind in one eye, if they survive the blood loss.

"All that pain was so easily avoidable, Bullet." She sighs, cleaning a streak of blood from her cheek. "If you had just talked when I asked, well, I wouldn't have carved you up. Not like this, anyway."

"I ain't... a traitor... not like y-you." Bullet has to force the words out, a harsh cough racking their body until blood falls from their mouth at an alarming rate. Clove can't miss the strain audible in their voice.

"You murdered Davidson in cold blood." Clove spits, leaning down close to Bullet. "Or did you forget that? You are a traitor. And you murdered a guard- no you slaughtered a guard, just so you could run like a coward."

She waves a blood coated knife in Bullet's face, outwardly delighted in the way that the mercenary flinches in fear, cowering away from the knife dripping with their own blood. On the inside, she feels anger towards herself, anger towards causing this pain, instilling this fear in her old friend.

Bullet looks away first, unable to meet Clove's eyes. It's clear that they are too exhausted to talk, that even staying conscious is a struggle, with agonising pain radiating from the countless injuries inflicted by Clove. Even someone who has dealt with pain most of their life has a tipping point. Everyone has a limit on how much pain and fear that can handle.

It isn't a hard decision to punch Bullet hard enough to knock them right out, moving away as they slump back down to the ground, nearly completely lifeless and with the knife still imbedded in their chest, it would be easy to mistake them for a deceased victim.

Clove stands, eyes on the warehouse that nearly looks abandoned. She's somewhat surprised that the other mercenaries haven't investigated the gunshots or Bullet's screams yet. Unprofessional, foolish, but a great advantage for Clove. They will be caught unaware when she attacks.

Of course, to attack, she needs weapons. And luckily she has two dead fully armed mercenaries, both of whom are even carrying explosives.

She goes to the body of the mercenary she had killed first, stripping the man of the weapons she can reach before laying him out flat on the ground. The gruesome damage done to his face is revealed and she has to swallow bile at the sight, refusing to look away.

The blast from the grenade ruined the left side of the mercenary's face, leaving it completely unidentifiable. His eye was obliterated, his eye socket completely shattered. Flesh and muscle has been stripped away, leaving stark white bone exposed to the outside conditions. Even the right side of his face has not escaped unmarred; shrapnel having torn strips into his face, neck and chest. A medium sized piece of shrapnel is lodged into his right eye, and his nose has been left shattered into small pieces.

Somehow, it wasn't the grenade that had killed him. No, his skull had fractured when he was flung into the wall, the small fragments entering his brain and killing him seconds after impact. The poor boy would have only survived for seconds after the grenade went off, possibly dying in absolute agony.

Clove removes the rest of the weapons from his body before flipping him over onto his stomach, her stomach loosening once she no longer has to look at such a ghastly sight. Half of his face was nearly caved in, other half torn to shreds. It would make even the strongest stomach turn.

"You made the wrong choice, kid." Clove whispers, the corner of her mouth curling up slightly. "Instead of killing the woman who freed Panem, you died a horrible death. And all your fellow mercenaries will die too." She picks up the AK-12 she took from his body, double checking that it is fully loaded before the slings the strap over her shoulder and across the chest. "And thanks for the weapons, they'll be great for killing your friends."