The swamp awakens {Kou/Marr/Frankel}

I’ve always wondered what goes on inside people’s minds. I don’t want to be a psychologist, that just seems like too much hard work to me and well…I don’t like helping people…Really, I am just intrigued , the mind is our own solemn escapism where a little voice tells us what to do…or that’s what I think…maybe it’s different for everyone else. When I tortured those boys, I would have just wished to see what they were thinking, feel the pain that I was putting them through. The screams that bellowed from their lunges were not enough to confirm what I was performing on them worked…

It’s just like these tributes, knowing what they were thinking would be a great upper-hand for me. I’d know what they were planning, how they were feeling…what their weaknesses are. Although with this pack of invalids, it’s easy to see who will be easier to knock down and who won’t. It’s just fear in the eyes is becoming over-rated. Just like this District Eleven boy who is begging for mercy from the older, much large District Six. I can see it in their actions but I want to hear the words that are running through both boys’ minds.

Likely the younger boy is weak, I’ve seen him limping around the training centre before…he’d be easy bait. Someone to throw out in the field, to lure in the tribute hunters in the arena. Many hold grudges towards Eleven, due to their sudden influx of luck. The two youngsters, including this boy, are likely on the top of everyone’s hit list. If the kids are on other’s minds, they’re likely to leave me and butcher the boy instead. Which gives me the chance to slaughter them while their focus is on eradicating any chances an Eleven returns home for the fourth time in a row…

"Who said anything about we."We…we would be perfect. With what I can tell from this older boy, his mind is like mine, just we run a little differently. Being remorseless, sadistic, ruthless, savage, traits like that help in situations like this. Blood thirsty, red-haired slut, I have had those words thrown at me forever and none so often since I stepped into the Capitol. I have created a name for myself, I have spread like wildfire and that’s how I want it to continue when I step into the games.

I want to paint the arena with the blood of the fallen and well I need a partner to do that, this boy seems to meet the criteria, while the little one…he would be a good pet for us to play with and discard when necessary…

"I thought the vultures liked meat on their prey. Since we are too skinny, shouldn't you go pick on someone your own size... or mental level. No real threat are we, but you two... there's enough to fight with. Enough to pick off of." Removing myself from thought, I’d turn, facing a younger female. An eight is sewn onto her top, helping me identify who she is. District Eight is another without a bat of luck and hopefully this year won’t be the year they receive it… "Maybe you should give him a chance to show you what he can do instead of automatically assuming you can just push anyone around. You aren't a career..." I am, I am the career. The girl really is brave, to march over here and defend this weakling in front of a career and a much older tribute.

Eying the three that surround me, I’d watch the boy rise to his feet, a grin marching across my face. The girl would be a great asset; I need something with guts, something with brains another pet for me to discard at the right moment. Despite the mis-match of us all…we would be a great combination. I’ve been unable to pick out an ideal alliance, even the careers don’t suit my criteria but these three…these three would be perfect. Rubbing my hands together slightly, I’d lick my teeth, turning towards to Eleven boy. ”Maybe he could give you that chance in the arena…when you become allies.” Smirking, I’d move close to the boy, resting my hand on his shoulder. ”Seriously…you know why nobody would want to ally with you…if you don’t then I don’t know where they’ve been hiding you…but I have a proposal for you. Ally with me…and you will last much longer than with anyone else…”

Turning to the Eight girl, before giving the boy the chance to accept the proposition, I’d try and put on a warming smile on my face. ”Girl you’ve guts to march your way over here…maybe you could join your little boyfriend in this alliance…we could do with someone with courage…”

Biting my bottom lip, I’d finally turn to the District Six boy, forming the smirk back on my face. ”And you…your family’s luck in the games is obsolete…however I see something different in you…maybe you can give up your differences with this Eleven weakling and join us…as I don’t see any other alliance calling your name…I am a career, I can protect you all…as long as you do as you’re told.” Flashing a wink towards the Six boy, I’d stay close to him, allowing them all to consider my sudden proposition.

A career…a bully…the brave…and a meat shield…what a perfect combination.