Flashes into the Lost Souls {Tom's AU Victors}
Oct 24, 2016 1:36:55 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Oct 24, 2016 1:36:55 GMT -5
Minos Vallanso
Will the faithful be rewarded When we come to the end Will I miss the final warning From the lie that I have lived Is there anybody calling
I can see the soul within And I am not worthy
I am not worthy of this
I can see the soul within And I am not worthy
I am not worthy of this
Dead and broken bodies lay within the confines of his memory. Gashes and bruises lay upon their skin, brandishing the symbols of their deaths. Haunted dreams of their screams echoed through his skull, like the words that he had heard when Justice Fray's body had finally given in. "Minos Vallanso, the victor of the Seventy Third Hunger Games" It was all a nightmare that haunts him daily, even with it being years ago since he's even stepped foot into the underground hell that forced itself into his life since the day his name was called.
The fates had other plans for the man who had believed he was a protector of all of them. No one could tell him how wrong he had been. A failure to save the three who allowed him to live for them. Hypatia Anning, lost to the hellish winds and Bailey Truus. Everything had collapsed in on itself when she had passed on to the afterlife that had been created for her. Only memories of Hypatia's smile lay dormant within his mind, breaking his inner sanctum with the negativity. Hypatia didn't deserve to die, he deserved it. Only once did he get to see the Anning family, who cherished every word that he spoke of Hypatia. Marie and Charlie grabbing his arms and pulling him away at the end of the funeral for a well deserved lesson on who Hypatia was. Who Hypatia would have become if only he was able to save her from death's bony fingers. That had been a night that Minos Vallanso never truly forgotten, Charlie and Marie waving goodbye to the man that they would hopefully never have to see again. A man who would bring them the memories of the lost soul left behind.
With every tear streaked night, Melody would climb into his room, like the true brave warrior that she had become, whispers of calming words, just like Natalie Brandt had. The body that had been the most grotesque, in injuries. The blonde hair turning into a red as the blood seep through the crack. Hollow eyes, left within the acid lake. Soft words and a calming smile, Natalie had known how to keep them all together, the glue that held the alliance together for as long as she could. It should have been her who won, not himself. Natalie's family was different, much different than he had expected from the brave girl who sacrificed her life to save himself. Ethan was the only one who had spoken to him. Ethan and his boyfriend, that was. Minos wasn't good with words for the fallen, the only thing that he had told Ethan Brandt was barely a whisper before he left, "It should have been her." The fates had declared that Natalie Brandt shall forever be brandished upon his skin, just like the tattoo that sits upon his upper arm, the name, NATALIE BRANDT within his skin. A memory of her sacrifice to his life, when it should have been him sacrificing himself for her.
Melody leaves him on his own as she always did during the mornings and afternoons. She still had a life to live, even if he didn't feel like he did. Everyone had believed it all to be about him and his survival within the walls of the hell that haunted him within his dreams. Tributes of the future come and pass like nothing more, their fates sealed to a death within their walls of an arena. And each time, he grows more and more broken within himself. Their lives stuck upon his bloodied hands. Patricia told him it doesn't get easier. He believed her. He believed everything they said to him. The smiling goofball that had once been Minos Vallanso was dead. That Minos had died with Natalie Brandt. That Minos was the Minos that his mother had wanted him to still be. The black soul that resides within her chest, shunned him, just like she eventually shunned Melody, his step sister. There was no love or bond, he was alone. Alone and burning within his own mind.
That had been years ago.
The memories of them all still lived on within his dreams and life. Natalie Brandt's name was furnished upon his skin. A brand new violin sits upon his shelf with the sheet music that he composed himself named Hypatia's Lament. A skill Hypatia apparently had that he never knew of, the reason he picked up the classical instrument and excelled in it. There were so many things within the life that he had created for himself. A life that he had to make worth living for himself. He didn't deserve it, but he did it for them. For their lost souls within the afterlife. It had taken years for him to live for each and every person within the walls of the hell that was created to break them. The dreams were still there, as were the tear streaked nights, but things would get easier and harder all at once. The fates had declared this.
As he grew older, lovers came and past, but none were as true as Daniel Tate had been. The Vallanso stood there and watched him get torn apart by Justice Fray's blade. All Minos had done was scream and strike Atlas with Talos, who now sits below the drawer on his right. Daniel Tate had been the only one for him, even if it wasn't exactly what he would have gotten from him. District Seven was a hellish mess of cousins and friends who knew Daniel. Each of them giving their piece of mind to him, breaking the chains that bound him to the ground they walked upon. Their words stung at first, but he deserved them when he saw Owen. Owen, Daniel Tate's child. Eyes that reminded him of Daniel's own hollow ones that stare at him in the night. Daniel Tate had taken half of his heart with him when he died. Minos Vallanso hadn't been a whole person since then. Only a man with half a heart to give. There was no one who could replace Daniel Tate in his life.
The mornings were the easiest, groggy filled eyes and a coarse voice echoes through the hall, "Daddy! Daddy!" Little feet hit the floor as he groans awake from the nightmares of a life that he would never forget. The boy's eyes shine like Daniel's, calculating and yet calming. This wasn't Daniel's kid, but a child Minos had saved from a burning home when the boy had been only an infant. No one claimed the boy, so Minos had declared him his. He wouldn't be lying if it wasn't for the fact that the boy looked like a baby version of Daniel Tate. That's how he picked out the child's name, the fates decided upon it, naming him Tate Vallanso. His voice creaks to life as the six year old pulls him out of bed, "What is it baby?"
"I'm Hungry! Hurry!" A smile that only his child and the memories of the hellraisers could bring about. Breakfast was his favorite time as the little tyke spoke everything he could think of. Eyes like Daniel. Brains like Natalie. "Daddy! I learned a new word!" A hum upon his lips as he acknowledges his son who resembled the cockiness of Justice Fray. The man who he had struck down in the finale, declaring him victor and yet he still had no reason for it years later. Justice Fray was only a stepping stone into the life that he had stuck himself into. The memory of Minos begging for Justice to kill him, end him and send him to his allies. The capitol wouldn't have accepted that. Minos had only fought out of misconstrued ideas. Justice Fray's blood was upon his hands, just like the kiss that Minos had taken from the Fray.
"It is protect!" A smile upon his face as he lays the pancakes upon a plate before his son whose curiosity makes him think of the glow in Hypatia's eyes. Kindness was another word that stuck out in his son, the almost perfect child, just like Renee's kind offerings of cigarettes within the training center. Tate Vallanso was everything that he could ever have wanted, every single important person was stuck inside of that boy, like he was a reincarnation of the fallen in the past, given to him as a blessing, but there wasn't always joy within his life. Every year he watches kid after kid die within the arena. And every year, he comes home to Tate Vallanso, wanting to tell him everything and anything. Tate Vallanso was his only worry in life now. The fallen wouldn't be forgotten as Tate Vallanso and Minos Vallanso would carry the weight of the Seventy Third upon their backs. "I'll protect you daddy." Tiny arms hug his leg and the smile grows upon his face as the day continues.
As Minos settles into bed, shadows dance along the wall. Memories of a kiss with Justice Fray. Memories of a night cuddling with Natalie Brandt. Memories of a drunken fall and water being poured upon his head by Hypatia Anning. Memories of Petra Vipointe whose words sent him into a world of joy. Memories of Renee sharing a smoke with him. Memories of Percy drawing a mustache upon his upper lip. Memories of Daniel Tate's eyes and warm body. They danced across the room as the night grew darker. Melody already in bed. Tate Vallanso sound asleep. Minos Vallanso was alone with his thoughts and yet every second of every waking moment was spent thinking of them. Every single life that had been lost would not be taken away and forgotten by the people. Minos Vallanso lived for them all and devoted his life to them.
Minos Vallanso doesn't deserve to live, he knew that, the world knew that and yet he did, in this life. The shadows fade as a dream of the Seventy Third he knew changes into the reality. A reality of a protector who died for his friends and became an angel that protected them all in their afterlives. Minos Vallanso lived in one life and died in another. The fates had weaved two different webs that had lead to Minos Vallanso, the protector and Minos Vallanso, the survivor. It was declared upon by the fates that Minos Vallanso would suffer and thrive. As it was the right of a broken boy from Five to be given happiness.
The fates had other plans for the man who had believed he was a protector of all of them. No one could tell him how wrong he had been. A failure to save the three who allowed him to live for them. Hypatia Anning, lost to the hellish winds and Bailey Truus. Everything had collapsed in on itself when she had passed on to the afterlife that had been created for her. Only memories of Hypatia's smile lay dormant within his mind, breaking his inner sanctum with the negativity. Hypatia didn't deserve to die, he deserved it. Only once did he get to see the Anning family, who cherished every word that he spoke of Hypatia. Marie and Charlie grabbing his arms and pulling him away at the end of the funeral for a well deserved lesson on who Hypatia was. Who Hypatia would have become if only he was able to save her from death's bony fingers. That had been a night that Minos Vallanso never truly forgotten, Charlie and Marie waving goodbye to the man that they would hopefully never have to see again. A man who would bring them the memories of the lost soul left behind.
With every tear streaked night, Melody would climb into his room, like the true brave warrior that she had become, whispers of calming words, just like Natalie Brandt had. The body that had been the most grotesque, in injuries. The blonde hair turning into a red as the blood seep through the crack. Hollow eyes, left within the acid lake. Soft words and a calming smile, Natalie had known how to keep them all together, the glue that held the alliance together for as long as she could. It should have been her who won, not himself. Natalie's family was different, much different than he had expected from the brave girl who sacrificed her life to save himself. Ethan was the only one who had spoken to him. Ethan and his boyfriend, that was. Minos wasn't good with words for the fallen, the only thing that he had told Ethan Brandt was barely a whisper before he left, "It should have been her." The fates had declared that Natalie Brandt shall forever be brandished upon his skin, just like the tattoo that sits upon his upper arm, the name, NATALIE BRANDT within his skin. A memory of her sacrifice to his life, when it should have been him sacrificing himself for her.
Melody leaves him on his own as she always did during the mornings and afternoons. She still had a life to live, even if he didn't feel like he did. Everyone had believed it all to be about him and his survival within the walls of the hell that haunted him within his dreams. Tributes of the future come and pass like nothing more, their fates sealed to a death within their walls of an arena. And each time, he grows more and more broken within himself. Their lives stuck upon his bloodied hands. Patricia told him it doesn't get easier. He believed her. He believed everything they said to him. The smiling goofball that had once been Minos Vallanso was dead. That Minos had died with Natalie Brandt. That Minos was the Minos that his mother had wanted him to still be. The black soul that resides within her chest, shunned him, just like she eventually shunned Melody, his step sister. There was no love or bond, he was alone. Alone and burning within his own mind.
That had been years ago.
The memories of them all still lived on within his dreams and life. Natalie Brandt's name was furnished upon his skin. A brand new violin sits upon his shelf with the sheet music that he composed himself named Hypatia's Lament. A skill Hypatia apparently had that he never knew of, the reason he picked up the classical instrument and excelled in it. There were so many things within the life that he had created for himself. A life that he had to make worth living for himself. He didn't deserve it, but he did it for them. For their lost souls within the afterlife. It had taken years for him to live for each and every person within the walls of the hell that was created to break them. The dreams were still there, as were the tear streaked nights, but things would get easier and harder all at once. The fates had declared this.
As he grew older, lovers came and past, but none were as true as Daniel Tate had been. The Vallanso stood there and watched him get torn apart by Justice Fray's blade. All Minos had done was scream and strike Atlas with Talos, who now sits below the drawer on his right. Daniel Tate had been the only one for him, even if it wasn't exactly what he would have gotten from him. District Seven was a hellish mess of cousins and friends who knew Daniel. Each of them giving their piece of mind to him, breaking the chains that bound him to the ground they walked upon. Their words stung at first, but he deserved them when he saw Owen. Owen, Daniel Tate's child. Eyes that reminded him of Daniel's own hollow ones that stare at him in the night. Daniel Tate had taken half of his heart with him when he died. Minos Vallanso hadn't been a whole person since then. Only a man with half a heart to give. There was no one who could replace Daniel Tate in his life.
The mornings were the easiest, groggy filled eyes and a coarse voice echoes through the hall, "Daddy! Daddy!" Little feet hit the floor as he groans awake from the nightmares of a life that he would never forget. The boy's eyes shine like Daniel's, calculating and yet calming. This wasn't Daniel's kid, but a child Minos had saved from a burning home when the boy had been only an infant. No one claimed the boy, so Minos had declared him his. He wouldn't be lying if it wasn't for the fact that the boy looked like a baby version of Daniel Tate. That's how he picked out the child's name, the fates decided upon it, naming him Tate Vallanso. His voice creaks to life as the six year old pulls him out of bed, "What is it baby?"
"I'm Hungry! Hurry!" A smile that only his child and the memories of the hellraisers could bring about. Breakfast was his favorite time as the little tyke spoke everything he could think of. Eyes like Daniel. Brains like Natalie. "Daddy! I learned a new word!" A hum upon his lips as he acknowledges his son who resembled the cockiness of Justice Fray. The man who he had struck down in the finale, declaring him victor and yet he still had no reason for it years later. Justice Fray was only a stepping stone into the life that he had stuck himself into. The memory of Minos begging for Justice to kill him, end him and send him to his allies. The capitol wouldn't have accepted that. Minos had only fought out of misconstrued ideas. Justice Fray's blood was upon his hands, just like the kiss that Minos had taken from the Fray.
"It is protect!" A smile upon his face as he lays the pancakes upon a plate before his son whose curiosity makes him think of the glow in Hypatia's eyes. Kindness was another word that stuck out in his son, the almost perfect child, just like Renee's kind offerings of cigarettes within the training center. Tate Vallanso was everything that he could ever have wanted, every single important person was stuck inside of that boy, like he was a reincarnation of the fallen in the past, given to him as a blessing, but there wasn't always joy within his life. Every year he watches kid after kid die within the arena. And every year, he comes home to Tate Vallanso, wanting to tell him everything and anything. Tate Vallanso was his only worry in life now. The fallen wouldn't be forgotten as Tate Vallanso and Minos Vallanso would carry the weight of the Seventy Third upon their backs. "I'll protect you daddy." Tiny arms hug his leg and the smile grows upon his face as the day continues.
As Minos settles into bed, shadows dance along the wall. Memories of a kiss with Justice Fray. Memories of a night cuddling with Natalie Brandt. Memories of a drunken fall and water being poured upon his head by Hypatia Anning. Memories of Petra Vipointe whose words sent him into a world of joy. Memories of Renee sharing a smoke with him. Memories of Percy drawing a mustache upon his upper lip. Memories of Daniel Tate's eyes and warm body. They danced across the room as the night grew darker. Melody already in bed. Tate Vallanso sound asleep. Minos Vallanso was alone with his thoughts and yet every second of every waking moment was spent thinking of them. Every single life that had been lost would not be taken away and forgotten by the people. Minos Vallanso lived for them all and devoted his life to them.
Minos Vallanso doesn't deserve to live, he knew that, the world knew that and yet he did, in this life. The shadows fade as a dream of the Seventy Third he knew changes into the reality. A reality of a protector who died for his friends and became an angel that protected them all in their afterlives. Minos Vallanso lived in one life and died in another. The fates had weaved two different webs that had lead to Minos Vallanso, the protector and Minos Vallanso, the survivor. It was declared upon by the fates that Minos Vallanso would suffer and thrive. As it was the right of a broken boy from Five to be given happiness.
