look what you made me do | {peggy/amelina} blitz

I see those who take lightning between their fingertips and throw it against the skin of another. It hurts when you feel the electricity surge through your body but success is what makes it all worth it. Sometimes I am thankful that I only ever lash out against dummies and not real people; it reminds me that I still have an ounce of humanity in me and have not become a slave to the Capitol's regime. I don't want to lose who Peggy is—not for anything or anyone.

Sometimes I feel like some of the people in this training centre forget that. Mind locked and loaded, aiming for a single target. Their sights are set on one thing and one thing only, and sometimes, I think that a one track mind isn't the best way to go about living. Glancing around, I see the faces of those who are glued to a narrative that puts them in first position but with one wrong step, they can quickly become the fool.

I don't let success inflate my ego. I'm a Fray, sure, but above anything else, I'm Peggy. Just Peggy.

There's a girl in the corner and she's training hard—potentially too hard. I ought to remind her that the dummy will never win, but she's giving it her all and I don't want to take that away from her. I stand and stare until eventually, I approach her with a friendly smile.

"Watch your footing, you don't want to fall over onto your face." I say with a perky smile. Footing can be fatal, I haven't suffered an injury from wrong footing in years now. I guess I just know weaponry like the back of my hand, I know what works, what doesn't. "I've mastered footing. It's easy once you get the hang of it."