Like Old Friends [Reyes/Avon ~ Day Seven] Mar 17, 2012 18:06:09 GMT -5
Post by Thundy on Mar 17, 2012 18:06:09 GMT -5
I walk through the tower as the sun rises, but instead of looking around, taking in everything the Gamemakers have created, the first thing I see is the last person I would ever want to meet here.
Avon Lightwood -- my district partner.
I squint away the light coming through the tower, but she's still there. I think back to when we talked before, in the dining hall, when I plopped down into a seat next to her and probably freaked her out with my question. Or maybe I just seemed like an idiot. Or awkward. I'm always awkward when talking to girls, especially when they're out to make me bleed.
"Will you kill me?"
"I hope not. Unless we meet in the arena. But then you might kill me."
And that was that. I never thought the day would come; I thought we'd somehow die separately, or one would die and the other would win and bring fame and glory and all that nonsense back to District One. How cruel the Gamemakers would be to have us meet, both being from the same place. Not that I'm attached, because I'm not. But she's one of the only people I've talked to in weeks. Everyone's so alone these Games, and I haven't seen anyone since the day I killed the odd, purple boy and took his purple axe. I miss the purple boy. I miss home, if only for the chance at normal human contact. I don't want to die like I am. I've always felt dead, of course, since they called my little brother's name out at the reaping and I stepped forward. Even before then. I've always been dead, and I don't think I'll ever live.
Walking forward, I don't take out my weapon. Or the purple boy's weapon. It's his, not mine. But he's gone, and I laid claims to it. That's how it works. Everyone, in the Games and out -- trampling on the weaker links to get to the top. I don't want anyone I've killed to be like that. I don't want to be evil, or emotionless. I may be dead already, but there's always room for remorse if you're an idiot like me. Stupid, idiot Career boy.
I'm not so straightforward this time around. "I, uh.. I.. "
This is a WIP because I have to go!