*WARNING: Graphic violence, blood, and angst ahead. Viewer discretion is advised *

Kota Jackson has let out a final scream as Armie clasped a hand over her mouth. Armie laughed. She pulled her knife out from the sheath on her side. Kota looked at Armie in terror, attempting to step back but the back of her heels hitting Ark’s unconscious body. She tripped backward, about to fall before Armie caught her by the collar of her shirt. Armie slithered the knife up to Kotas' chest. She applied the pressure at the center, right at Kota’s heart.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Armie whispered, leaning into Kotas' face. She watched the myriad of colored lights reflected in Kotas' eyes, the colored nighttime landscape of the arena just having activated minutes before. Kota whimpered, helpless as Armie looked into her dark brown eyes. The fight between Kota, Armie and Ark had been vicious. All three bore the scars for it; Kota’s bare arms were covered in gashes and cuts, from Armie’s dagger; Armie’s leg had a large gash embedded in her knee, which continued to bleed through the fabric of her clothes; and Ark was simply knocked out, his head being bashed into a brick wall several times.

Armie began to lean in closer. She whispered into Kota’s ear, her hand still clasped over Kota’s mouth. “ I know you think we’re monsters. The monsters.” Armie began. Kota glared in response as Armie continued. “This is the evil we must do to survive. I hope you know that as we kill you. I told this to the boy- Finnian before he died. He simply closed his eyes pursing his lips before Ark delivered the final blow. I hope you’ll take advantage of your last words.” She hissed. She released her hand from Kota’s mouth, applying more pressure to the knife. Kotas' eyes burned with hate.

“Go to hell, child murdering b-” Kota began before reeling her back. She quickly slammed it into Armie’s nose, feeling bones crack and break as her forehead collided with it. Armie screamed as Kota rammed into her a second time, blood beginning to pour from her nose. She yelled out, forcing her knife into Kota’s chest. Kota took in a sharp inhale falling backward onto Ark's body, quivering for a few seconds before her body laid still.

BOOM

Armie looked at the sight before her, wiping away the blood dripping from her now crooked nose. She could feel the break, her nose felt like it was pulsating with the burning pain. She glanced at the two bodies before her. Ark laid on his stomach, his cheek resting on the gray concrete. His eyes were peacefully closed, the purple welt on the side of his head growing. On top of him laid Kota’s dead body. She was spread like a snow angel over Ark’s back, her head slumping over his side. Armie limped over, the gash in her knee still fresh. She bent over Kota’s body, wrapping her hand around the black handle that stuck from Kota’s chest. She pulled out the knife, wiping off Kota’s blood before slipping it into her sheath.

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    Ark woke up to the crimson red sun, completely set on the horizon, the indigo of night filling the sky. He winced with pain, his head thumping with his heartbeat. Armie stared at him, leaned against the alleyway wall, resting a boot on Kota’s unmoving chest. A pose of victory. She grinned at Ark who sat up, leaning against the gray brick wall behind him.

    “It’s okay Ark. She’s dead” Armie said in a hushed tone, her voice detached and cold. Ark looked over at Kota’s dead body, her torso soaked in red. His shapely eyebrows furled. Armie crooked her head looking at her Ally. “Why is there something wrong?” she asked, a hand resting on top of her black leather sheath. Her round black eyes followed him, bolting from location to location.

    “We had a deal.” Ark brooded, standing up as he leaned for support from the wall. He glared at her, blood beginning to boil. “We had a deal Armie. That we’d help each other, but she was mine to kill if we found her,” he growled. He clenched his fists, his knuckles soon whitening. Armie watched with curious eyes, still smirking.

    “Ark, the girl had knocked you out. The hell was I supposed to do?” she mocked as if talking to a child. She straightened her posture, rooting both feet on the ground. Ark continued to glare.

    “You broke our damn deal,” he said through clenched teeth. “That bitch tore my eye out,” he sputtered. Armie’s smile began to fade, the danger was imminent. “She tore my eye out Armie!” he screamed, his remaining silvery eye alive with fire. He took a step towards Armie, swaying back and forth. His head spun, pounded and ached.

    “Ark!” Armie commanded. “You are in no position to fuck with me right now. Fine, I broke your precious deal. This is the damn Hunger Games- shit happens. Now you can accept that or we’ll be having some issues,” she continued, disciplining him. The nighttime lights about them danced a vivacious red. Ark stared at Armie, watching rays of red lights floating about her face as if they were scanning her.  

    “It’s simple” he swayed again. “You broke our deal! I can’t trust you, you lying, dirty, poisonous rat!” he screamed, the rage boiling once again as he began to race against the short distance dividing them. He let out a war-cry, an iron-like an arm raised in the air- his fists clenched. He barreled at her like a hulking swine, little did he know he was the true prey.

    Before he knew it he had collided with the wall, Armie simply sidestepping his attack. Armie whipped her knife from its sheath, the metal whistling through the air as Ark rammed his head into the brick wall. The bull-like boy collapsed once again onto the ground, groaning as he did so. Armie quickly jumped onto his back, straddling his sides as he laid on his stomach.

    “Silly boy.” Armie taunted. “So damn concerned with his prowess, his strength, and power. Over concerted with the heroism of it all.” She said placing the knife right above his shoulder before allowing it to sink into him, like a knife in butter. He moaned in pain. “You wanted to be famous, didn’t you. You wanted the money, the fame, the pride… You should have known better than that.” She spat at him, blood dripping from her nose as her heart raced. She leaned down into his ear. “Kota may have spared you she whispered. “But I’m not Kota”  Another whip of her knife- in and out- and the cannon had gone off.

    BOOM

RIP: Kota Jackson and Ark Lade

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