We saw them reduced to ashes ♦♦ Tom

The world spins as I had made it out once again with more money than anyone in the district could ever make in a month. More blood upon my hands as the web of fear continues to be weaved in everything that I do. The cap upon my head holding my fangs to kill my prey like the predator I had become in the end of the world. The ugly world held up it's bargain to continue being the most shitty thing that I have ever experienced. Father sent me to a man that I've seen cry and beg for me not to hurt him, but I did it anyways. The squirming ones were always my favorite. Their eyes always held a intensity of fear behind the pupils and iris. The world brought them to my hands and I tear them apart like the insects that they are. They're nothing, but insects ready to be killed by the spider that I am, sinking my fangs into their pathetic body, watching as the life from their eyes drained out of the wound.

The heels click on the ground with every step I take. Everyone outside can see that I'm not in the mood to hear their words, my eyes strike them down with the daggers I glare. Their wide eyed expressions make my insides boil with joy, just like the fear that had been in the man's eyes. The world knows not to talk to me or stand in my way, like the good prey that they are. I am the strongest predator in the entirety of Panem and no one could take me down. There was only me, myself, and I at the top of the food chain, everyone else sat way below me, kissing my heels everywhere I went. They would all bow down to me, once I get the chance to be the highest member of the gang and replace my good for nothing brother.

The only thing I wanted to do was get home, so my father can tell me good job in his fake way like he always did. He would tell me good job and then my brother would snicker making my blood boil as I imagine how I should rip him apart, limb from limb. That's what would have happened if I went home, but instead, I decided against it. Instead, my feet take me in a new direction towards anywhere else besides home. That's when I saw the lonely boy. That's when i wanted to enjoy myself some more than I already had with the client before. The slick black hair that runs down his head makes me want to rip it out. Innocence in his face as I study him from afar, and yet I can see the lack of it, the maturity that probably had been forced upon him.

My voice sounds foreign for a second as I sound sweet, for only a moment, "Kid!" As I near closer, my heels clicking upon the pavement under our feet, I can get a look at his clothes, dark red and brown, a mix of perfect colors. The only thing she would have done more is fix him up a bit, make him the perfect doll that he could be. Maybe once he was dead, I could fix up his corpse for fun. That's when the scent of the kid reaches my nose, forcing it to scrunch up in disgust. "You look like a lost puppy right now." As my smile, ever so friendly, pulls at my face, I set my web, waiting for the fly to trigger the trap. Then I would snag my prey by the neck and watch him squirm like the rest of them.

Smoke. A light smell of smoke hits my nose through the stink of the boy. Memories of mother perishing in the flames of a rival gang as the home burnt to the ground with nothing but ash that my mother had become. Ashes that I had watched fly freely into the air, never to whisper kind words onto my forehead as she left a kiss upon me. The last thing that i had remembered her saying was that she loved me. The smell of destructive flames makes my nose scrunch up, not for the fact that the kid smells, but for the fact that the memory haunts my every being. If only I had been as strong as I was now. I could have sliced their throats open and watch the blood pour upon the ground until I set their bodies aflame and laughed at everything I would have done.

His words mean almost nothing to me, "...Yeah, that's exactly what I am right now, to be honest. ...I was just...going for a walk to clear my head." His eyes study me like I had studied him from afar. Eyes checking my lips, my hair, my posture, anything that they could see and try to label me like everyone did. Innocent or kind, she would be neither like they believed. A trap set to take him in. Conversation that she could care less about. Walking to clear a person's mind was useless. Nothing to clear a person's mind of the sorrows that haunt them, I knew this, but he didn't. The kid would learn the lesson the hard way. Face his demons head on like I had to everyday.

As I stand in heels that make me feel powerful and strong, something in me moves for the kid. Something that I can tell is pity for the poor broken soul that the kid carried. Something had happened to him, just like myself. I can see his emotions just by glancing at the way his features hang upon his face. The dark circles under his eyes from lack of good sleep. The way he speaks sounds weakened and forced. Everything about the kid in front of me tells me that something had happened to him and I want to help, I can't tell you why I do, but something makes me want to help the pathetic boy.

My next words fall out of my mouth with a genuine kindness, even though I'm cold on the outside, inside there was still that girl that mother had made sure to keep kind. Every word I speak is an offer for not only him, but for myself. Murder and destruction weren't her only tools, as she had other ways of doing things. "How about I join you? It's easier to clear your head with someone around. If you'd be okay with me joining you." A smile upon my lips like a genuine kindness that I had kept locked up from years ago. Father would kill me if he saw me being kind to the kid, but I was following my gut. The kid needed help, from the way I could see it in his eyes. The pain that lies deep within his soul, just like my own pain that I block out from the public. I was strong. I thrived on the weak, but I never asked to be that girl. I am Caimile Rasoio and I can do whatever I want.