Dustin to Dust The District To Ashes (Capt. falco
Jul 23, 2011 3:15:10 GMT -5
Post by jimmylost on Jul 23, 2011 3:15:10 GMT -5
Ashes:
I could feel eyes on me, for the last few weeks I couldn't get rid of them. People watching me, noticing me I hated it. Since Dustin was reaped people in the district had been able to see me. I couldn't just fade into the background when everyone stopped talking when they saw me, or even stopped me to say how sorry they were. I hate fake sympathy and I hate not being able to keep to the shadows. Part of who I am is going being able to go un-noticed, and the capitol had taken that from me. That would be the least of what they're taken.
I can't escape the watchers though because if being around all these fake sympathizers is bad staying home with Dustin's father is much, much worse. I've never really been able to see the man completely as my father and now sitting with him as the only remnants of this family is unbearable. I can't just sit there listening to all the things I'm not saying to the man.
So that's why I haven't been home in two days, that and I've been afraid to take my eyes from the screen in the district square for even a moment. I've been sitting in the same spot eyes locked on the screen I don't even notice the eyes anymore. Of course they notice me. I don't say a word, don't even move. I can't stop this, can't stop what's happening.
Dustin is dieing. Worse he's lost himself, I see him breaking to pieces and I wish for the first time in my life that I couldn't understand every movement her made. I should be crying but what use are tears. I stay just long enough to be certain that it's over, that they've killed him. It's all their fault, and they will pay for what they've done.
Six hours later
My shop and home light my way. The fires burning within them will leave Mr. Summerfield with no way out. I doubt he'll even try. The man's weak and always has been. I'm leaving everything behind. I don't need trinkets to remember Dustin I can hold him solidly enough in my memory. What I need is revenge. This first fire was just a practice, a test really, next is the mayor's house. I have my backpack filled with enough fuel and matches to set this whole district ablaze, and that's what I intend to do.
Then maybe I'll find my way to the Capitol and burn them away too. I run through backyards and allies my need for revenge holding back the need I have for food, water, or sleep from my last two days in the district square. Vengeance burns in my gut, it feels as if all I need to do is touch my target and it will be reduced to ash.
Everything will become Ashes. I think to myself over and over.
I hardly notice the tears streaming down my face. I can push away this grief until I've done right by Dustin. I don't have time for the sobs that escape my throat. They steal my air and force me to lean against the brick wall that's only two streets away from my destination. I take in deep gasps, I'm so close Dustin, so close.
