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PSL: Kali + Thor, THG AU
Jun. 2nd, 2014 10:44 pmThat was supposed to be the guarantee, wasn't it? That this could only happen once. That once you were finished, once you had won, they forfeited their right to send you to your death again. Thor did not trust the Capitol, as a rule; but he had thought he could count on that. More fool him.
He let himself be bitter about that as he moved through the woods, hammer in one hand and knife in the other. He'd found them both at the Cornucopia, where he'd been fortunate enough to leave no corpses - a broken arm or two, perhaps, but he was big enough that no one wanted to confront him directly this early in the game. The hammer they'd left for him, he knew, and so it seemed a shame not to run for it. With it in hand, he'd bulled through the few who made any attempt to stop him and made for the deep woods.
The trees were tall and thick, bigger around than he could stretch his arms; the underbrush was sparse, but a thin mist amplified the sound of his breaths and turned every vague shape in the distance into an enemy. He walked until the sounds of the Cornucopia were gone, and then sat with his back to a tree and his hammer in his lap to wait.
She would come. Eventually, she would come. Find me, he'd whispered to her on their last night in the Capitol; Look for me just where the screams stop. I'll wait for you.
The hammer hung loose in his grip, but his eyes were open and moving. He would not move until she came. Let anyone try to take this spot from him.
He let himself be bitter about that as he moved through the woods, hammer in one hand and knife in the other. He'd found them both at the Cornucopia, where he'd been fortunate enough to leave no corpses - a broken arm or two, perhaps, but he was big enough that no one wanted to confront him directly this early in the game. The hammer they'd left for him, he knew, and so it seemed a shame not to run for it. With it in hand, he'd bulled through the few who made any attempt to stop him and made for the deep woods.
The trees were tall and thick, bigger around than he could stretch his arms; the underbrush was sparse, but a thin mist amplified the sound of his breaths and turned every vague shape in the distance into an enemy. He walked until the sounds of the Cornucopia were gone, and then sat with his back to a tree and his hammer in his lap to wait.
She would come. Eventually, she would come. Find me, he'd whispered to her on their last night in the Capitol; Look for me just where the screams stop. I'll wait for you.
The hammer hung loose in his grip, but his eyes were open and moving. He would not move until she came. Let anyone try to take this spot from him.
