La ballade d'une Ballerine : a Treech fanfiction

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Twenty-one un empoisonnement ?

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Delyth seethed with anger over Coriolanus' drone incident, a clear instance of cheating, yet a conspicuous silence persisted – no one seemed willing to address the blatant breach.

Her eyes locked onto Coral, who seized Treech by his shirt, radiating fury at Lucy Gray's repeated escapes. Despite the situation, Coral never seemed to shoulder the blame herself; it was always someone else's fault in her perspective.

Treech shot a glaring look at Coral as she addressed him, his restraint evident as he bit his tongue in apparent frustration.

"You collect the water while we go take care of your little friend over there!" Coral's words dripped with tension, her emphasis making it sound like she was talking to a child.

All eyes swiftly shifted to Lamina; Delyth had momentarily forgotten the girl was still perched on the beam. Coral, Mizzen, and Tanner proceeded toward Lamina while Treech stayed behind, consolidating the water into a single pile.

Lamina rose, adjusting her axe as Mizzen and Coral ascended the beam. Coral lunged with the trident, aiming at Lamina's chest. Swiftly evading the lethal weapon, Lamina found herself contending with attacks from two sides. Mizzen expertly wielded his fishing net, forcing Lamina to dodge and weave.

The high beam transformed into a beam of acrobatics and calculated strikes. Lamina displayed remarkable agility, holding her ground against the dual assault, but Coral's trident remained a persistent threat. The rhythmic swinging of Mizzen's improvised whip echoed in the tense silence.

While Lamina focused on Mizzen, Coral seized the opportunity to thrust her trident into Lamina's back, prompting a pained grunt. Below, Treech and Tanner watched the intense scene unfold, unaware of Lucy Gray discreetly emptying the water bottles they had stored.

Lamina collapsed on the beam, Coral's trident strike leaving her injured and incapacitated. Her eyes shifted downward to Treech, revealing a simmering resentment. Treech, seemingly unable to witness the unfolding scene, kept his gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to look up.

Coral seized Lamina by her top, driving her trident into Lamina's chest with a final, lethal thrust that extinguished the girl's life. In their intense eye contact, Coral displayed no remorse as Lamina's life drained away, the solemn moment concluding with her body hitting the ground below.

Treech's breathing quickened as he observed his district partner's lifeless body plummeting to the ground.

Delyth observed Pliny gritting his teeth and clenching his hands together. He rose from his chair and stormed off. Simultaneously, Coral, Mizzen, and Tanner mobilized upon noticing Lucy Gray dumping their water.

"Lucy Gray on the move!" Lucky commented as Pliny stormed past, adding, "And so is Pup Harrington, thank you."

Lucy Gray slipped into a vent with Coral in hot pursuit, who emitted a scream as Lucy Gray shut the door on her hand.

Delyth felt a twinge of panic, realizing the girl was furious, and all their water had been dumped because Treech and Tanner failed to notice Lucy Gray.

However, upon spotting the lone bottle of water left untouched, she couldn't comprehend why Lucy Gray wouldn't take it for herself. The four of them could easily share that water, rendering the act of dumping their water almost inconsequential.

Tanner lifted the bottle, ready to unscrew it, but Coral swiftly intervened. "You really think you deserve that?" she laughed, taunting him with mock amusement.

Tanner, visibly irritated, approached Coral, getting right into her face before delivering his words, "You just said, watch the beam," accompanied by a laugh. Coral joined in the laughter, but Delyth sensed an ominous shift.

Tanner's laughter abruptly ceased as Coral's expression transformed into a glare, her trident impaling his stomach. Wide-eyed, Treech observed the scene unfold, Tanner's body falling to the ground.

Coral advanced toward the lone bottle of water when Mizzen interrupted her, whisper-yelling, "Coral! It's Wovey, the little one from Eight." The camera panned to Wovey cautiously peering out of her hiding place.

Delyth felt herself let out a little squeak at the mention of the girl from eight, Festus turned to look at her with a humorous face as he let out a snort.

The untouched water remained undisturbed, and a sense of relief washed over Delyth. Intuition whispered that something was amiss with it, as it made no sense for Lucy Gray to leave it without reason.

A hush fell over the arena as Wovey successfully evaded the pack, the camera shifting to Dill, who discreetly rose from her concealed position.

"And what do we have here?" All eyes turned to the girl. "Ah, it's Ill Dill, Tuberculosis on legs," commented Lucky. Delyth, taken aback by the insensitivity of his remark, turned to him with surprise.

As everyone witnessed Dill dropping to her knees in front of the water, Delyth turned her gaze towards Coriolanus, anticipating his reaction to discern whether something sinister lurked in that water.

Coryo muttered a quiet "no" as Dill began to drink. Abruptly, Dill halted, her face frozen, as if sensing something was amiss. A trickle of blood emerged from her nose.

Bending over, Dill collapsed onto her side, the buzzer signaling her demise. While many assumed she had finally succumb to her illness, Delyth couldn't shake the suspicion that Coriolanus's reaction hinted at something more.

something not meant for Dill.