the war | {2S} blitz
Jun 9, 2018 12:26:24 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jun 9, 2018 12:26:24 GMT -5
I’m looking for a way out
For a place that no one knows
Please take me away now
Somewhere it don’t feel so cold
Silhouette shadow, a stranger shared Mackenzie Pryce's skin. This impostor moved his fingers at the very same moment Mackenzie moved his, looked to and fro with those hazel eyes in perfect synchronicity. Inner-reflection, refracted light of what the real Mackenzie was doing somewhere buried. Somewhere much deeper than blood and bones, tissues and nerve endings.
This new clone was so lacking in warmth, devoid of red cheeks and a winner's smile. He second-guessed himself, and suddenly cared about what others thought of him. His entire life, Mackenzie lived humbly. He wore second-hand clothes, and ate off the same plate with the same spoon every night. He had learned long ago to keep his chin up so that anyone looking down on him could see his face with ease. But now?
He did not like the person the Capitol had reprogrammed him to become. This weak, sorrowful thing, who was meant to die off in the early days of the arena. He refused to accept that, so he struck a match and burned this version of himself down to the ground sometime in the morning, before the sun had the chance to crack the horizon open and bleed it golden.
As the first rays of light peered through the seventh floor window, which Mackenzie stared through, he stared through his old eyes once again.
With renewed sense of self, he made his way to dining hall. He had made exactly three friends, if he dared to call them that, since arriving. The girl from 2, Wynter, would still happily slit his throat if presented with the option. And then there was Ike, with her capable-looking stare, and Faline with her mousy disposition— they were four corners. They could not have been any further apart, but they made up a safe room between the lot of them.
He sat down next to Faline, who had been waiting for him.
"You're early," he said, smiling down at her adorably oversized eyes, "Or, maybe I'm late?"I’m searching for a paradise
That I just can’t seem to find
I’m searching for a paradise
Gonna go where the spirit guidessong: Paradise