A Chance at Redemption {Ems// Blitz}

Time changed everything. One breath after the next, dark eyes watched the coin flip high into the air before landing in the palm of his hands. This single coin was his life. Every promise lingered inside, and Pherick wasn't about to lose it again. It held many promises, and one was to keep Chaske's memory alive. But even throughout the first fifteen years of his life, Pherick began to realize that promises were meant to be broken.

That was until his brother died in the seventy-fourth hunger games.

Rolf deserved to die in his opinion, yet he couldn't help the rage flowing through his veins. Another Parks bit the dust, and Pherick wasn't there to watch it.

One day the crown would be his, and he'd restore the honor his foolish brothers lost.

A knock at his door drew his attention away from the coin, and he turned wanting to tell whoever was outside to go away, but before he could speak, Apollo inched her way inside. Pherick could barely make her out, yet he listened as she threw out apologies over something that happed a while back. He'd never forget the day she stole his coin almost making an innocent bystander pay the ultimate price.

"You're right. Stealing is wrong, yet you stole the one item I begged nobody to touch." He paused as the corners of his lips twisted into an evil grin. "I could've killed that boy, and I would've had you not stepped in and ruined the day."

Something was different, he could tell by the way she handled herself, how she spoke. Pherick could almost feel her pain. Pain he felt growing up when he was left alone. The pain of broken promises crashing down before his eyes. Of being thrown out like a piece of trash. The innocent boy living inside died the moment his family showed him he was nothing more than garbage. Pherick was a waste of space, and he never asked for anyone to save him. But why did she care?

He rolled his eyes as she went further into his room invading his space even more. She wanted to help him. He heard those words so many times, and they were broken promises. Didn't she know that every promise was meant for someone to break? What chance did she have at keeping this one?

Did he want help? Did he need someone guiding him throughout life? Pherick was a fifteen year old human being, and he wanted people to treat him as an adult.

"That's what they said!" He shouted louder than he meant to. His blood boiled, and he tried remaining calm, but it would only last a few moments. "My parents told me they wanted to help me! My own brother promised to protect me! They lied to me! They threw me out like I was a piece of trash." His jaw clenched shut as the words sliced through the air. "They left me to die!"

Red spots flickered before his eyes, and he didn't know what to do anymore. He tried to hold it all back because she didn't deserve to hear it.

"Am I a piece of trash to you too?" He paused for only a moment. "if I am, I'll take my own self out."

Pale cheeks burned red with anger as a fire spread throughout his body, and not once did he move as his beady eyes locked on the girl standing in front him. Pherick was never one for small talk, and every inch of his mind screamed for her to leave, yet the words never connected with his tongue.

She said he wasn't trash, and that he wouldn't be living inside the home if he was. But once again she goes making promises, and Pherick scoffed.

"Haven't you learned that promises are meant to be broken?" His lips twitched as she walked further into his room. It was rude to enter somewhere uninvited, but the fifteen year old didn't stop her. "And I wouldn't have given you that joy." He snarled. Gritted teeth he shifted his weight scooting further down the side of his bed until he was next to the wall. Dark eyes locked on the coin in his hand. The corners of his lips twisted into a wicked grin. "I didn't even flip a coin to see if they would live or die. They sealed their fate the moment they killed me, but what they didn't realize is they can't kill someone who's already dead."

A heavy sigh left his chest as the fire slowly smothered itself down. Lifting the coin from his hand, Pherick turned towards the girl. "So I'll ask you a question. Heads or tails? If you guess right, you'll never see this used wrong again, but if you answer wrong, your fate rests in my hands."