The Orchard | Gorim

Chance Dargins

In the future, I would always grope for a way to describe why I reacted the way I did. Maybe it was the way her hand twitched towards her knife. Maybe it was the way she glared at me, as if I were something particularly nasty on the bottom of her shoe. But, for whatever reason it was, I lost all control.

I felt boiling rage sweep over me, shaking my figure as if I were facing Arctic winds. I was confused at this sudden change of heart. I recalled breifly how, just a second ago, I was going to shake hands with her and become friends. She surely wanted to be friends with me, right? Well I did not care.

I glanced around, surprised. There was an odd assortment of weapons just lying around, some of them already used (I was particularly fascinated by the amount of blood on the axe blade), and I had to wonder, who would be killing in the Capitol. The answer hit me like lightning, as if it had already been implanted into my mind. They were starting another rebellion. Well, well, this is not good at all, I thought. I would surely have to march right up to the office of President Snow himself and tell him. He would surely beleive me, he would probably even be my friend once he realizes how trustworthy I am.

Well no matter. I had something else I needed to focus on. I would kill this silly little girl and be on my merry way, carrying important news with me.

I ignored the sharp blades. I did not want to hurt her that bad... yet. I strolled up to the nearest orange tree, picking one of the bright fruits off a branch. Turning back to the girl I said, "Would you like an orange?" With a small smile on my face, I strolled up to her, pulling my arm back. With a glance into her confused eyes, I swung as hard as I could.

Chance Dargins

I let out a yowl of pain. The sound was... inhuman. It scared me to the core. I threw aside the orange, looking around for a better weapon. There was no way I would be able to do anymore major damage with my cut. My eyes were drawn by a silvery flash. The blood-stained axe. Well that was just perfect.

I dove for the hefty weapon before she could register what I was doing. My hand grasped the handle, and I shouldered it. Sharp pain shot through my right arm. It was worth the pain. This girl was going to die by my hand, very soon.

The axe swung a bit higher than I would have liked. I was hoping for the throat. Make a nice little slit across the front. But no. It had gone high and left a gash on her cheek. Well that just would not do. So instead of backing down and running home like any other normal Capitolite would do, I readied myself for another blow.

Chance Dargins

"You stupid bitch!" I gasped in pain as the she wrenched the spear head out of my flesh. I had never experienced this kind of hurt. It was a pain totally beyond my comprehension. How did I get myself into this? This girl would die, of course, but I was not getting out of this inscathed.

If she had only agreed to be my friend, I thought. Of course she would have wanted to be my friend, I kept telling myself. I refused to beleive otherwise. Because if she hadn't why did she bother with me in the first place? It was obvious she was going to lose, yet she stood there and fought. She probably wants to salvage the remaining peices of our friendship. I shook my head at the thought. It was too late for that. Way too late. She should not have reached for her knife.

My lips parted, and a terrifying cackle escaped through them. Well that was just odd. And very unlike me. I would never laugh at pain. Never. Even as a small child, getting papercuts, the thought of blood and bruises frightened me. I glanced down at the wound. Another laugh, tinged with hysteria. Maybe I should see a phsyciatrist when this is over, I thought. Yes, I would do that. Because I was obviously loosing my grip on my sanity. And that was not good. No, not in the least bit.

I gazed into the face of my prey (I felt giddy at the thought of myself as a large bird, swooping down on a small mouse), and I could feel the fire in my eyes. She would pay for the pain she caused me. "Take it all, slut!"

I smiled widely as the blade sliced into her skin, leaving a large red trail behind. The blood began to pour from the wound. Well there ya have it. Another serious injury caused by Chance Dargins. I think I could get used to this, A small voice in the back of my head said. I shook off the thought. No, no. Killing was bad. I was only going to do it here to teach this girl a lesson. She deserved it.

And with that thought, I hefted the axe onto my shoulder yet again, preparing for another attack.