Let me worship thy flesh [Asha/Desi]

    A day amped up with to much anxiety had finally neared its conclusion. I had watched the faces of those that would soon be covered in blood. Their interactions seeming almost human, but the will to live would soon destroy every ounce of humanity in all of us. I would soon become a Desimae that I had never known. I had always been a fighter, but a killer was far from the vocabulary I used to describe myself. I was becoming more solemn with being alone. My hours post training have been spent in a room just waiting. Waiting to see if this will all come to an end, wanting something to change the fate that has been set forth. But I knew damn well that the only thing that was going to change anything, was myself. I had to buck up, I was merely mid sentence, the novel no where near completion. 

    The boy from one, Asha I believe his name was. Something about him drew me in. Whether it was his bullshit attitude or his outright confidence, I couldn't just leave him in my peripheral. He was a threat, a rather large one, and I would prefer to have the loaded gun at my disposal. Who would of thought I was going to actually take strategy into account, Desimae Warble using something other then her outstandingly bitchy mouth. My mother would get a kick out of this, the shriveled witch has had it out for me since her mind was tainted by that bullshit talk of Ripred. 

    I slipped the boy a note before departing, his meaty hand excepting it rather graciously. I figured if I could get him drunk he may leak some useful information. I hated myself for taking advantage of someone at their worst, but I wasn't left with much option. When I arrived back to my room I was quick to change into a pair of denim blue jeans, and a tank top. I wasn't partial to dresses, they always seemed to highlight exactly what I disliked about my body. I slip a bottle of tequila into a medium sized satchel and head out. I promised the boy I'd arrive at ten, and I intended to carry out my plan. Though the harsh vendetta I had set upon myself had almost caused my feet to stay stuck within the constrains of my prison. 

    It wasn't long before I flung the door labeled "roof" open and found an edge that I could proudly dangle my feet over. The air nipped at my bare arms, but it almost was pleasurable. I decided to slip my sneakers off and let the cool night air whistle through my toes. I could hear the echoing voices of some of the people on the streets. The way each night seemed almost unending. They lived in a world of never ending happiness, but it stamped a heavy burden on the rest of us. My run my fingertips along the apples of my cheeks, the skin now permanently rosy due to endless hours of sun damage. I run my hand through my strawberry hair, noticing all the strands that had naturally turned a sandy blonde. How could they live so peacefully? Using the bodies of others as a step ladder to their own success. 

    I hear the cling of the doors handle and glance over my left shoulder. It was Asha, his blonde hair rustled to the left and his bronze jaw chiseled to perfection. "Found you", he says. His peachy lips curling into a proud grin. "You got me." I say playfully. I then raise the bottle of tequila over my head and give it a shake for his own enjoyment. I hadn't noticed that I had already emptied a quarter of the bottle while lost in my own pool of thoughts. "Plenty to share, sit." I say patting the marble stone that I had been lounging on the past half hour. 

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    The boy cautiously takes a seat next to me. His eyes seeming to beat down on my skin like the burning sun rays back at home. I could feel the the continuous breeze nip at the tip of my nose, and I let him take the liquid gold form my grasp. "What's so good about this stuff anyway?" he asks. I look to him and smile.

"It makes it hurt less, it makes you forget." I say looking back over the rowdy bunch of Capitol teenagers on the winding roads below us.

  "My parents never let me touch this, said it was bad for me." he says. I don't look surprised, I'm sure he is built like a Capitol mutt. Bread to kill, and there is little more then that in his expertise. 

    I watch as he fills his cheeks with the burning liquid, how his face falters as that familiar burning edges its way down to his chest. "It burns a little, but I promise it will take away the pain." I say, urging him to try more. "I don't know why you brought me here or what you wanted to talk about, but I think I'm kinda glad," he says. I smile at him pulling my knees up to my chest and resting my chin on the newly created surface.

"I'm glad too." I say sort of examining him, he was rather extraordinarily beautiful, but this was all just a ploy. I had no other choice but to manipulate him, he was by far the biggest threat in this arena, and I would soon make a deal with the devil. 

    I look up to the now nearly navy sky, watch as the stars begin to flicker into existence. This may be the last time I get to enjoy the sky in all its glory. Because I knew damn well that every night in that arena new faces would fill the sky to mark those who have fallen. I can only imagine how vicious the sky must become. I take a few moments of silence, just lost in the train of what I am doing. I am Desimae Warble, and here I was incapable of recognizing myself. I had never been manipulative, but the reality of me conforming was becoming all the more real. I was doing what I had to do, just as I always have. 

    I feel the breeze once more, and decided that if there was a chance at all, I would have to take it. I shiver ever so slightly.

"Its a bit chilly up here isn't it? The alcohol helps I guess." I say giggling.

Though this giggle was the furthest from genuine. I didn't find a damn thing funny, I was seducing this innocent boy, and I was watching as my body is overtaken by someone other then myself. I thought this would all begin once I was raised into that arena, but I was wrong. The game started the moment I entered this building, and I would have to be victorious. 

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    His lips continuously meet with the bottles brim, over the next silent moments he continuously fills his mouth with the liquid forgiveness. I was quiet, watching as the rat slowly dipped its paws too deep into the water bowl. Before long he would slip, and we all know rats can not swim. I watch him and feel my face crumble. I was becoming that of a fairy tale. My mind filled with thought that mirrored the murky monsters that haunt my nightmares. I was afraid to let myself submerge into this oblivion.

Desi was slipping away from me, and I was unaware of who was coming to replace her. I was slowly dying, the transformation into these primitive ways was happening all too quickly. Soon my cheeks would be splattered with crimson, as I stand over the lifeless body of someones child. Only then will I have completely conformed. 

    He seemed immune to my attempt to seduce him. I had little practice in this department, though I knew I had the correct tools to break his fragile defenses. I would slither in through the pipes, avoiding all means of detection, I would destroy this boy, because without him I was weak. I needed his strength, he was as valuable to me as a sickle whilst harvesting wheat. The curved hook of the sickle chopping the long grass with ease, he would be my tool for victory. A farmer was only as good as his land, and I see many of golden fields, if I only play my cards right. 

    I watch with ease as he begins drowning his tongue with the golden liquid some more. His head becoming light, and his movement stuttered. I listen as he begins to talk about his lack of worry for the cold, how he had many other worries on his mind. He was of course correct, though he was completely oblivious to me attempting to penetrate his walls. He hold the neck of the bottle out to me, his words becoming a sentence that seems to slur into one. "You drink some, you're the one who's cold right?" he says. I grab the bottle grateful and stare at it for a moment. I watch as the pool of gold spirals about its glass perimeter.

"You are right." I say bringing my gaze to him. "I do miss the taste."

And with that statement I lean toward Asha, my eyes staying locked on his, and I reach for his chin, but this time it was much softer then before. I close my eyes and I lock his lips between mine. I feel the warmth of the liquor, the burning sensation against my fragile pink lips. I pull away fluttering my eyes open. It was a sensation I had never felt a kiss filled with guilt, with regret. Was this the same kiss that death herself had bestowed upon a dead human? I keep my vision on the ground, I wait for his response, unsure of how he may lash out. I was frightened by this boy, but I had made the leap, and he would have to decide my fate. 

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