Always for her

She moved slowly, like her muscles wouldn’t work quickly enough. She wiped a strand of red hair out of her brown vacant eyes, she looked like she was falling and struggling to focus. I wrapped her hands around mine, ruined and cut. Her hands where slow and unmoving as she watched up into my watery eyes. My stomach’s tossing; I look into her eyes as she smiles uncharacteristically,
“I’m sorry, Lilac.” She whispered croakily in small quick gasps, her voice stuttering and her eyes attempting to smile, her cracked lips began to bleed. I nodded,
“No, Hope. Stay still.” I say worriedly, propping her head up with ripped bloody jacket, pushing her shoulder down slightly but firmly. She nodded hesitantly; the bloody gorge in her stomach stopped her chest from moving in and out. I don’t want to cry, I am strong. I was strong. But seeing her dying face in my ruined arms, made my heart collapse. She was the closest thing I had to hope, and now she was dead. Her name, Hope. I knew once she smiled


15. The Better Villian


I walked for hours, I don’t know how but my legs just carried my forwards. Then I collapsed, shaking and tearful, I curled up on the floor, burying my head between my knee’s a managed to fall asleep. My dreams taunted me that night; Lloyd entered them often laughing and smiling making my heart pound and scream. It was worse than a nightmare, his eyes sparkled, his hair tousled, perfectly beautiful as he swirled around my dreams, his hands linked through mine holding me up right so I didn’t fall. I woke merrily hoping my life to be a horrible dream. But as my eyes fluttered feeling gritty and uncomfortable, I nibbled on my bread and checked through my supplies, I had everything. I started on my days travelling once more; something came over me last night. as I walked I felt more comfortable and more at home. It was a weird feeling that spread through me. I hesitated and began walking in the east direction. The air was warm, but not boiling, a slight wind picked up, ruffling my hair.


 I suddenly felt dirty and unclean, realising I hadn’t cleaned in days. Luckily I soon approached a lake. The water look unclean, but not as dirty as I felt. so I risked it. I could faintly see the bottom, I took this as a good sign. I slipped off my jeans and jumper, so I was in my undergarments and a small vest. I felt revealed but didn’t bother about it to much as I wondered over to the little lake, and dipped my toe in. the water was freezing, but I didn’t care enough to with draw and get changed again. plunging myself into the chilling water, I gasped and splashed a bit, trying to retain myself and make as little noise as possible. Finally I got used to the temperature of the water and relaxed, dipping my hair into the water and combing my finger through. I didn’t take the risk of ducking under the water as it looked slightly mucky, I decided I would try swimming. I allowed one foot off of the sandy lake bed and lifted it and attempted to splash and my immediate response was a mouth full of unclean water. Chocking slightly I with drew myself from the water and tried again, this time focusing on extending my arms, after a couple of tries I finally managed to succeed in a kick and float type of rhythm. Deciding swimming wasn’t really my thing, I headed for the shore. My bag wasn’t sitting beside the reeds as it had been when I entered the water. My jeans and jumper where missing, I climbed out of the water confused. Yet my bow lay, the attackers wanted me to fight. Hair dripping, shivering in the mild warmth, I guarded myself confused and worriedly. 

“S-show yourself?” I yell, my voice quivered, nothing happened. So I let out a mild warning, positioning my arrow towards the dead centre of the tree and released.

Nothing happened for what seemed like ages, then a spear hurtled through the air, hitting the same tree. The death game. It was a game played by to students, they each took a series of weapons, aimed it at an object and fired them. Who ever one was the one to aim their wepon at their opponent. My fingers steadied, and released my bow, splitting the spear. There was a metaphorical ring that silently echoed in my ears, as the spear hit the floor. I sighed in relief, and circled myself

“I'm lost. Show your self!” I yell. Nothing happened for a second, then a small girl, her head hung she glanced up and smile spread over her face but didn’t say anything. I watched in amazement as she raised her finger to her lip and whistled

“Its her..” she whispers, nothing happened for a minute and then four people emerged from the woods. A tall muscular boy, with shaggy brown hair that hung over his glimmering green eyes, a small petite girl with long wavy red hair that lingered around her waist, a smaller boy with tanned skin and olive coloured eyes and a tall girl with short spiky blonde hair that stuck out in all directions. They all wore ruined jeans and plain white tops, as if was some kind of uniform. In the girl that approached me had a ring on daises on her head, like a crown. There faces where pale almost translucent looking and there wrists and ankles thin. The girl hesitated and dropped her weapon

“Kill me, then.” She whispered. I hesitated and then dropped my weapon. They all breathed slowly, I could almost see a string of tension looping around us all like harsh barbed wire. She smiled almost slightly, I could see the smile playing around on her sore dry lips as she turned to the people behind her

“Who are you?” The girl asks, I thought carefully then answered her keeping my voice steady 

“Rose.” I lied quickly. They glance at each other a few seconds, the taller boy smiles at me kindly

“Is it okay if we set up our camp here?” He asked, I shook my head and reached down to receive my bow

“Could I please have my satchel back now though?” I ask, my voice rung with slight annoyance as I looked at them, they watched me like I was some kind of experiment. Her soft cobalt eyes smouldering  

“Your satchel?” The girl with wavy red hair asked in confusion,

“Yes.” I replied, I looked at them all with exasperation “You didn’t take my satchel then?” I asked confused. The taller boy just shook his head and looked at me like I was going mad, his eyes watched me wildly, like he was furious. The girl  

“No. we only just approached you when you shot the arrow in the tree.” He said, I thought quickly and turned back to the girl, her eyes were wild with hate, I felt taunted and slightly sick in my stomach. 

“Who are you?” I asked, she smiled a little cruelly,

“You know me, Lilac.” She replied and then an arrow entered my chest.




The world was foggy, I could hear screams, shouts for help. But yet I remained unmoving, eyes closed and relied on my ears. I couldn’t remember anything; I assumed I had been put on some sort of drug that was begging to wear off. The ground beneath me was cold and damp, my hair stuck to my face and my arms where exposed absorbing the cluttered air around me. I wondered if I was alone. I assumed I wasn’t instantly. I couldn’t find the power with in me to move, so I lay there listening. I could almost hear a clock ticking as it showed me the remainder of the days I had left to live. My hands fumbled slowly, they felt dead and useless, but after I while I managed to move my body. Making my legs and muscles move, I opened my eyes and was stunned by the amount of light. I was alone to my amazement. I sat up and glanced around. I was in a meadow, the grass was covering me. I could see a distant fire. I suddenly realised I had no clue where I was, then there was a familiar voice that filled the air approaching me. Warm hands met me, feeding me medicine checking my wounds, tears rolled down my face, as I clutched his body weeping into Lloyds chest.

“Sh, your safe now.” He whispered, I sighed knowing he was lying to me. but the small lie comforted me, I wept as he held me in his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, I looked into his teary beautiful blue eyes

“Don’t be.” I managed to stutter, he held me close as Hope approached, and she gasped and collapsed on her knees and rocked me in her arms. I could see a bloody gorge across her neck, and the scrapes covering her beautiful face. As she secured me in her wounded hands,

“What happened? Where Graceia?” I demanded my lips quivering, my back ached

“Dead.” Lloyd whispered. I jolted as if he had stabbed me

“How?” I gasped confused, looking into his eyes

“I killed her.” he whispered. I looked at Hope to him, no sadness showed in either of there eyes

“It was her who tried to kill you.” He whispered, I looked at him startled.

“Why?” I asked confused

“You need to rest,” Hope whispered, wrapping me with her own hunting jacket

“No.” I said stubbornly,

“Please.” Lloyd whispered, I shook my head

“Take me to your camp and explain everything.” I hissed. They didn’t argue. I was unable to walk, so they carried me. all my stuff was here and they had a small fire flickering. My damp clothes circled it, I was wearing Lloyds spare jeans and Hope’s old thick cotton jumper. I knew it was her favourite, I suddenly felt horrid for yelling at her. But I sat down the floor, my wounds stung but I looked from their worn faces. They looked tired and as if they had been crying.

“Explain everything.” I whispered. She nodded and glanced at Lloyd

“You left us three days ago, you have been asleep for 12 hours. Due to the drugs the arrow was full of, healing drugs. We didn’t realise that when Graceia was shot the bullet was full of real pain but it would keep her alive because it was full of a drug that would knock her out completely but wouldn’t kill her. stop her heartbeat for long enough for her to come across defiantly dead. But it would change her, or at least the healer would. She would forget almost everything and believe what ever you told her, it was a side affect. We realised that when we explained you where gone, she didn’t grieve she just went along with it like it didn’t matter. She had no true feelings, another side affect. We think she was spent to spy on us, that night she disappered. Didn’t return, Hope being as brilliant as she normally is,” Hope blushed and smiled worriedly at me as Lloyd continued “ Managed to track her down. we came to the small little lake. Your bow and arrow sat beside the lake, I tried to come to you. Hope thought it was a trap. I understood completely, then they appeared. The hunters. They kill, Lilac. It was Harmony.” He whispered, I looked at him startled and shook my head

“Why did they want me?” I asked, nobody answered. I asked it again

“Why did she try and trick me?” I asked, they looked at each other and Lloyd continued with his deathly story

“She was teamed with Cloven and Gracea.” He whispered, I looked at him

“Why did they want me?” I asked knowing he would break for me. But Hope answered instead

“We can never be sure, but I found this in the woods.” She said passing it to me, it was a sketch. Faded in the weather, I assume. But it wasn’t finished. It was of me. I gasped

“Its me.” I said quietly. Lloyd nodded

“It’s a picture of the item we are fighting for.” Hope whispered. I chocked and then very unladylike way, I threw up.


“I can't live.” I whispered as Hope pushed a small flask into my hand. They didn’t answer. “This fight isn’t going to stop until I am dead.” I replied, they looked at each other with conflicted emotions but the most obvious one was pain. They already knew this, they already knew I had to die. 

“No.” Lloyd answered covering my hand with his, I looked at him with startled eyes. I could see that Hope was mirroring my surprised look in a more secretive way but she still looked at him with slight annoyance. I assumed it wasn’t so I would get my hopes up. I sighed and shook my head

“I can't live.” I repeated in a quieter whisper and looked away from Lloyds piercing blue eyes. I raised my hand and released it from his. I was still a little dizzy to walk. But I managed to stand quickly enough, and steadied myself. 

“Where are you going?” Hope asked, I watched her carefully, I turned my lips up into what would be called anything but a smile, I linked my fingers through my pockets and thought carefully. Thinking fast. 

“I need a trap," I said quickly, my voice sounded hoarse and unlike mine "Make them all believe that I am dead.” I said, it pained me to think how much this would hurt Hope and Lloyd if someone found out I was still alive, because they wouldn't let me do this alone. They looked at me with disbelief 

“It’ll never work.” Lloyd replied quickly, shaking his head worriedly

“Why not?” I asked annoyed, did he want me alive? I thought quickly and then blushed relieved I hand't said it aloud. 

“They are smarter than us. By miles.” He spoke to me as if I was stupid “You have to be better than them?” he questioned.

“To be the better that them, you have to be the better villain” I explained, my eyes sparkling. 

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