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[amoreemioo]

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight. (au5 pt 2 <3)

how long has it been? how many days have passed? how many real days have passed — ten? twelve? more, probably. ares truly didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. or maybe in the back of his head he did know ..

nineteen. nineteen days since their plane crashed, dropping them into the pits of their own personal hells.

none as bad as today, though. it seems from the moment they woke up today it’s been a fight for their lives. from a — a what, a hurricane? the worst storm he has ever seen, one that herded all of them up. all of them to the same place. one that forced every player to literally drown or swim, even if it came in the form of fighting. screams and cries filled the air, even if it was easily drowned out by the rain.

until the fighting stopped, the rain stopped — the sun went down, and the fight turned into simply surviving the night. caring for any injuries from the day, the cuts and bruises. thankfully it didn’t seem worse than that, at least from what he could see in the darkness.

ares was putting what little they had of medical supplies back into his backpack, eyes on the job as he spoke. “i think you’re ok—“ ares’ words were promptly cut off with a loud gasp, supplies scattering as he landed on his back. it’s been a long day — a longer game. ares was a little exhausted, he was hungry. he was slightly confused right now. confused as to why seunggi had knocked him over — at least until his brain caught up. easy to do when there was an extra body here. someone that wasn’t seunggi — someone that was —

“seunggi —“ the sight of a knife going into his partners side wasn’t the thing he wanted to see right now. it sent a wave of panic through him. enough so that ares didn’t think, he just acted. it came in the form of ares scrambling to his feet and just — just reacting. reacting by all but throwing himself at the unknown tribute, though from the slim pickings they had left? he was thinking it was the girl from two.

not that it stopped him from doing his best to end her life.

by day nineteen you’d think he would be better at this. or it would be easier — it wasn’t. it still made him sick to his stomach, but there was no time to think about that. seunggi was hurt, and this girl — well, with the tight hold ares had on a now bloody rock and the way she stopped thrashing around? the sound of the cannon —

the sound of a second cannon.

“seunggi —“ what else could ares do but freeze as his stomach dropped, his world going blank for a second. but only a second, that’s all he had to spare before he quickly went in search of his partner. two cannons, one dead tribute — an injured seunggi. could you blame him for how his head went in that direction? that maybe the knife in his side had been the last straw?

utter relief quickly flooded him at seeing the other man still breathing, even if it was short lived. both hands were falling to seunggi’s side, applying pressure as his head looked this way and that. they couldn’t afford to have someone else sneak up on them right now. but they couldn’t afford for seunggi to die, either. ares wasn’t willing to let that happen.

as if he had a say — he didn’t. but he could hope, and he could try his best.

“two cannons, seunggi — it was two cannons. there’s three of us left. you just — you just have to make it a little longer, yeah? this is — it’ll be okay, hm?” ares didn’t even want to look at the wound yet, he had no idea how deep it was, or if it hit something important. he did know, however, that the quicker they got it down to just the two of them the quicker seunggi could get medical treatment.

“let me look—“