Back in Black (Gabs)

It had been months since Mark had been around to his home district, two, of course he always had a special place for two in his heart. It had almost actually been a whole year since he had been there, and he had hoped to be back by the time it was his birthday, successfully doing so. Mark appearance had shifted much since all his friends had seen him, he had grown another few inches, and his body now obviously showed his toned body whenever he would move. Mark had been on a strict routine since he had taken on the life of a wanderer, every morning consisted of an extreme work out that has forged his body into a rather muscular thing. Mark also had carried around a gun, along with his now blood stained swords, that had a bit of rust beginning to show.

When Mark arrived in district two he knew he would need a fake identity, and it would be hard to come across one, so he began the long and strenuous process of stalking a kid around his age, making sure he was alone, it took Mark weeks to find someone who was like him, familyless, but he also had to make sure the kid was a shut in so no one would really recognize the kid by sight, otherwise the fake name may draw attention to him. About a month into his search he found his mark, making his move in the middle of the night, killing the kid in his sleep, stuffing his body into a bag and dragging it out to the woods. Mark had left the body about a mile out of district two, at the bottom of a large steep hill. Before Mark left, he slit the kids throat, draining his blood into a large metal canister. Mark would use the blood on the day of the reaping for his identification, and for anything else he needed it for. Mark looted the kids body for his house keys, along with whatever money he had before heading back to the district taking a few days to settle in.

Finally when Mark was comfortable he had settled in, he decided to retire his old swords, putting them in one of the back rooms in his newly acquired house. Mark then promptly found himself at the training center, his home away from home. Mark stood in the middle of the room looking around, it was still to early for anyone else to show up. Mark was usually the only one here this early. Mark took a deep breath and nodded slowly, pulling his shirt off, tying it around his waist. Mark slowly walked to the sword rack, picking them up, the new feel of these new swords in his hands almost foreign to him, but Mark was quite a swordsman, and he would adapt rather quickly. Mark gripped two swords, walking to a dummy station, usually the only one set up at the time he came in.

Mark took a few weak swings at the dummy to get use to the swords, then he surrounded himself with dummies. Mark then swiftly with grace began attacking all the dummies around him, his swords always moving, and blocking as if the dummies were attacking him.(of course they were not, but he was going through the motions as if he had to contemplate them attacking him) With every strike, Mark remembered what it was life for his sword to meet flesh, the feel being very different. Mark slightly missed the feel of his sword meeting the flesh of the Peacekeepers who wandered around the woods trying to find wanderers. Though of course Mark didn't mind the fact that the dummies would have to feel his wrath, mainly because he felt as if he was at home once again.