Are we out of the woods? // luja&marcus soulmates au

No one told me how utterly boring it would be to fake my own death. Seriously all I did was just lay there, watch blood pour out of a shallow wound then do whatever I could to make it impossible to find a pulse. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. The worst of it was when my body was hauled out of that goddamn arena just in time to see Marcus take the light out of that ghastly girl who thought she killed me. As if! I wanted to smile and gloat in his glory, cheer him on, tell him I was proud. More than proud, I was in love with a killer.

What can I say when you know you know.

And when I say I would do what it takes to get to him, I meant it. I never was a girl with a moral compass anyway.

Getting out of the capitol was trickier. It would have been good to have my brother for help, but I killed him and am currently in desperate need his ghost to start haunting me again! Are you serious Kaiden, you can’t stay mad at me forever. Help your sister out in finding a fulfilling life, maybe one day I will even do something you approve of. Jokes! There is nothing I could that would ever seem righteous or whatever in my boring-ass brother’s mind.

There was something that helped me find my way district ten, couldn’t really explain it but there was an invisible string pulling me through all the hardships and my god were their hardships. I guess I always took the roof over my head for granted, waking up covered in a blanket of snow shivering like I was going through an exorcism was NOT fun. There was a feeling of warmness inside of me knowing that I was headed in the right direction. Headed towards a life where I would never be scrutinized by the ones I was only helping ever again. No more ungrateful brothers, no more mothers holding me back. No more dying fathers. Everything pointed to a life where it would be me and him against the world.

I really wish I could tell you how long it took, but the day blended into the nights and time became a lost construct of my mind. Eaten by a one-track mind set on a singular goal. The snow had start to melt, and with the passing time I had become skinny like a twig, my skin turned pail, some would say I nothing more than a ghost haunting the forest, but that sounds rather rude if you ask me. I would not be minimized into a woman delusional in the name of love. If anything, I was delusional in the name of life. The goddamn fucking life I deserve after everything I had been put through.

The day came, it came like every other day. After all the time of stealing from whatever bypasses I could find. Rummaging through districts hoping it was his home. The occasional murder because loose ends are truly a bitch. I had finally found myself in ten, and the Ariadne’s thread guiding me through the labyrinth had led me to him. A sight for sore eyes, for hungry eyes, tired eyes. My god I could just collapse right there and then for I had found him.

I had found my way out of misery. A big fuck you to anyone who thought I would not be able to do it.

“Oh Darling!” I called out eyes manic with glee, “Would it kill ya to take a girl out for dinner? No chaperone this time, oh I pinky promise. Just you and me.”