Vaike D2 [Done]

Young and foolish children didn't grow up to be great.

Pushed and pulled by society's confines of what was great and what was good, they fought on the streets for the little scraps that they could find. He wasn't a hero from the fairy tales that the orphanage used to read to him. He wasn't the greatest leader of a gang of kids who begged, borrowed, and stole to get by. He can still see it in their eyes when he travels past the little hideout that they had established as the poor children of District Two. There's stories of where he went from years ago, when he was trying to stay alive.

Children whisper tales of the past about him.

"Vaike was the greatest fighter that we had! The kids from down the alley told me that he used to be able to even take on the careers at a young age!"

A snicker comes from his lips as he can see the two twelve year olds look at him like he was a creep for eavesdropping on his own tale of the past. They just stare at him annoyed and then turn to ignore him. He leans against the pole with arms raised behind his head, where he's comfortable. This neighborhood didn't belong to him anymore. He's moved on from the childish games of pick pocketing the old geezers who played poker on fridays or the days they raid the bakery after Saturday when they throw out the stale bread for the birds. That wasn't his life anymore of beg, borrow, and steal.

The smile on his face reaches down to the kids as he speaks.

"Sounds like an interesting guy. Heard he once got all of the ladies too."

The kids that were once talking rolled their eyes at him at his words. They begin to shrug it off and continue their conversation, but no one sat back and ignored the Vaike's words. The smile on his face falters as he lets himself get composed. The kids snicker at him and stare with eyes that reminded him of his own cocky ones. They let out a laugh together as the sky of blue merges to the horizon behind them.

"Sure, just like my friend here gets all of the ladies too."

The Vaike was not having any of their jokes that he couldn't get the ladies back then. He was a great warrior that women should obsess over. He deserved a lot of attention because he was the greatest there is. No one could compare to him. After being taken off the streets, he learned how to swing an axe into dummies and other things. A career is what he was now with strength and an axe to cut up things. He wasn't the smartest, but he was strong. A huff leaves his throat as he speaks to the kids in front of him.

"The Vaike is a ladies man! I'm the Vaike. Damn kids."

They let out a laugh and run off back to their little hideout that he was on his way to check out again, but now he felt it wasn't for him to go and do. He would become a hero like the tales that he believed as a kid. It had been easier to see it back then. Heroes were created from the fire and blood from fighting in the games and if that's what it took for him to become a great hero and warrior, he would do it. His family had adopted him at a decent age and raised him to become a career with strength as his specialty.

Brown locks of hair swept to the side as he runs his hand through it, gritting his teeth in annoyance. Icy blue eyes that have suffered through the hardships of being poor and then given another chance stare forward as his axe clashes with a sword. His beard feels itchy as he strikes again, sweat falling down from the side of his face as he lunges forward. A determined look filling his eyes as he gives a small smirk. The cockiness that radiates from his skin easy to see, but he was never the best.

The Vaike just couldn't beat the guy with the sword. He could, but it was more of the guy with the sword knew all of his weaknesses and where to strike. The Vaike wasn't happy as his muscles twist once he's tossed onto the ground. His strong body was created by nourishment and career training over the years after his parents that adopted him wanted to create a career of their own. That's why the Vaike was given a chance with them. They wanted a kid who could meet their standards and become the muscular career that would win the games for them. The Vaike had the idea of glory and fame from the games and once he told them this, it made the choice easier.

They raised him as their own and taught him the things he should know, without taking the poor kid out of him. He became a career with better chances of doing great in the world. He wasn't born into greatness, but he could fight for it. A smirk pulls on his lips as he gets back up again. Hands brushing off the dust on his jeans. Hand clenched into his axe as he speaks to his opponent.

"Come at the Vaike again!"

He wasn't born or raised for greatness, but he would get there one day.