Hope is Nothing Compared to Hate
Optime was born an Extium and will always be an Extium. But she can fight. nobody knows it, but her. She takes the name Decessus, the Latin translation for death, and joins the rebels in battle against her hometown, Otium. Optime risks killing her family members, but is the risk worth what she wants--hope? Or will Decessus crumple into nothingness.
It was the black of night. Nothing to be seen. Nothing to be done. Nothing to love. Nothing to hope for. Nothing at all. And i had to be the one to experience it. All of it.
At 12:12, the rebels, or to me, they're known as The Exitium, will blow something up near town. That will be my signal to run for it, so i dont get caught.
I was taken from The Exitium at a young age. They thought i left, like died or something, but i didnt. I sent a letter back saying: I'M ALIVE. CALL ME DECESSUS!
Ever since then, The Exitium have tried to free me of the Otium. It has failed every time. but this plan was going to work. It was absolutely briliant.
I was supposed to run for it. I have a knife, so i can get people of i have to. Today was the day I was going to retun to The Exitium. I will finally be happy. Finally.
It's 12:11 now. I cant wait until it happens. Ten more seconds. Five. Four. Three. Two.
A giant bang goes off. I look around too see where it came from. The town square. I bolt for the opposite direction. I'm very small and nimble. I duck under things bigger people would of otherwise missed. I'm so close to the forest now. My heart is pumping. So close to home.
And of course he had to ruin it.
Sawyer grabs my mouth with his hand. He was a great friend when I was in Extium. He was a joker. but he just drags me into the Extium camp. I hate him for that.
"What was that? I could've done it on my own!" I scream. I really could've. Sawyer thinks he can do everything. He can't of course. I can do more that him.
"You were too vunerable. Just look at you!"
He's right. My legs are all scraped and bruised. My arms are so skinny my bones show. My cothes are all shredded. I look back up at Sawyer and slap his face. He cries out in pain.
"Looks like someone needs reflex practice. You should've doged that," I smirk. Then I walk off to a tent and settle down.
At 12:12, the rebels, or to me, they're known as The Exitium, will blow something up near town. That will be my signal to run for it, so i dont get caught.
I was taken from The Exitium at a young age. They thought i left, like died or something, but i didnt. I sent a letter back saying: I'M ALIVE. CALL ME DECESSUS!
Ever since then, The Exitium have tried to free me of the Otium. It has failed every time. but this plan was going to work. It was absolutely briliant.
I was supposed to run for it. I have a knife, so i can get people of i have to. Today was the day I was going to retun to The Exitium. I will finally be happy. Finally.
It's 12:11 now. I cant wait until it happens. Ten more seconds. Five. Four. Three. Two.
A giant bang goes off. I look around too see where it came from. The town square. I bolt for the opposite direction. I'm very small and nimble. I duck under things bigger people would of otherwise missed. I'm so close to the forest now. My heart is pumping. So close to home.
And of course he had to ruin it.
Sawyer grabs my mouth with his hand. He was a great friend when I was in Extium. He was a joker. but he just drags me into the Extium camp. I hate him for that.
"What was that? I could've done it on my own!" I scream. I really could've. Sawyer thinks he can do everything. He can't of course. I can do more that him.
"You were too vunerable. Just look at you!"
He's right. My legs are all scraped and bruised. My arms are so skinny my bones show. My cothes are all shredded. I look back up at Sawyer and slap his face. He cries out in pain.
"Looks like someone needs reflex practice. You should've doged that," I smirk. Then I walk off to a tent and settle down.
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