if we should f a l l { blitz } tris/clover/dars

When people were little, they always had the fascinating, larger-than-life dreams, I wanted to learn how to fly. It seemed like such a good thing for someone to be able to do. When I wanted to get away, all I had to do was flap my wings and soar away. There was nothing that could break me. It would have just been myself, the clouds, and the sun, but I never learned. The kid that wanted to be an astronaut went missing when he was only fourteen, the girl that was going to be a singer dropped out of school because she was pregnant, and I ended up here.

I glanced to my right, at the raven-haired beauty that sat next to me, quietly eating her breakfast. I wasn't sure what I was doing, exactly. I had only met her a day ago, but memories of yesterday evening still burned hot in my mind. I barely knew the girl, and even more so, I had Valencia. Stop. Seriously, I had to let her be free, it was only fair for her. She hadn't asked me to be here anymore than I wanted to be here. She deserved a happy life, and just because I was robbed of mine, she could still have one, just as long as she let me go. And so that was what I had to do- set her free. I had trouble swallowing my food, and eventually decided to give up. I tossed a piece of toast back onto my plate, and stood, but I quickly sat back down as our mentor walked into the room, the same warm smile I always saw on television worn on his face. Memories of watching Klaus in the games began flashing through my mind, a few of which stood out. Firstly, I remembered him admitting he was gay, and the other was whenever he delivered the final blow to Fitz Ripley on that pirate ship with Mahlah Shea's lifeless body floating nearby.

Klaus had done things that I guessed still haunted him at night just to get back to his family. I respected him for that. Cleo, however, must have felt differently. "So, first off, can we skip the formal introductions or whatever crap you're probably going to start with? We both know who you are, and I'm Cleo and this is Drace," She looked at me as I sat there, frozen with confusion. "Listen, what's the plan? What are you going to teach us to assure that one of us makes it out? I'm a little worried considering the fact that all of the District Three tributes before Drace and I have perished. So, let me tell you, you better kick out your best advice right now," I couldn't stop myself from throwing my hand up. I turned to Cleo, still completely confused as to why in the hell she was being so rude to him. "Cleo, it isn't his fault we are here. If anyone could understand what we are going through, it is him, so I'm not sure being rude to him is going to help." I Knew she wasn't going to like hearing it, but it needed to be said, and obviously Klaus was too nice to be the one to say it. Sure, I could understand that she just wanted to live through this, so did everyone, but pushing the ones that were trying to help her away wasn't going to work in her favor.

I flashed her an apologetic grin, hoping that I hadn't just made myself an enemy before we even arrived in the capitol. Before she had time to over analyze everything, I turned to face Klaus, who sat across the table from us, rocking his baby. "Do you really think one of us could make it out?" It was a fair question, and he had already spoken the answer once, but I needed to hear it again. Was there really a chance of me making it back home? Suddenly I felt a bit of hope burn to life within me, and I decided I wasn't just going to let myself die without fighting.



I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems blow
welcome to the new age, to the new age
welcome to the new age, to the new age
this is it, the apocalypse