cage leveille {d2} cb/fin

cage leveille
district two
seventeen
career

I stand there, staring. Counting each of the individual scars on the dummy. 172 exactly, each in a cluster where someone's favorite kill spot is. The neck, the eye, the stomach, and my personal favorite, the heart. Momma always says that it's inaccurate, sloppy, when she trains me, but I don't care. It's steady, rhythmic beat. You're taking something so sure, so constant and destroying it. It's almost like holding the world in your hands. They say it's the brain that causes your emotion, to feel, to love, but everyone associates it with the heart. It makes it metaphorical in a way, almost beautiful. You're not only taking away someone's life, but they're ability to care for another human being. She says I need to stop, to go straight for the clean kill, but what's the fun in that? Dragging it out, the gushing of blood, the meaning behind it, that's what really makes it fun. She controls everything, my friends, my training, my diet, but not this. I will not be constrained any longer. I can not be caged.