don't stop believing {Faux & Oliver}

Being trapped in this prison is torture within itself. At least being in the arena, Faux watched the stars twinkling in the night sky. It offered a sense of freedom, but right now freedom doesn't exist. Staring at the same walls for hours upon hours is eating away at him. Nobody to talk to. Nobody to roam around with.His days are becoming a routine, and maybe it's for the best, but Faux yearns for a breath of fresh air this cell can't offer.

A lot still doesn't make sense, and sometimes it still feels like he's waltzing through a dream. But this can't be a dream because dreams are peaceful. They're wonderful. Relaxing, and this is far from it. It's a boring place with the games blaring from one corner of the room. The peacekeepers don't offer any hope either as they're standing guard. What's a tribute going to do? Running away won't do any good since they've already survived the nightmare of the hunger games.

But it's never over.

Harbinger still lives his darkest moments, and Faux sort of understands now, yet he didn't kill anyone. He didn't have to become a killer in order to escape, but he feared for his life. He was afraid of so many things.

Even now that he's in a safe place, Faux still feels uneasy.

Is that the purpose of it all?

A heavy sigh leaves his chest as he leans against the wall closest to the restrooms. Someone's going through surgery, and he can hear them talking. None of it makes a lot of sense, but it sounds bad. Perhaps they suffered the same fate Faux did, or maybe theirs was worse. He has no way of knowing despite the games blaring from the corner of the room.

Someone died, and it's obvious because it's the only time the surgeons begin working.

Part of him wants to know who it is, but the other half is telling him to leave it be.

Curiosity wins.

Faux crawls along the floor over to the screen. The first time he watched, he watched himself die, but this isn't the case right now. Death can't come for him twice as long as he's safe within the walls of this place.

Heavy eyes fix on the screen, and his heart leaps.

A friend is fighting a mutt alone with nobody by his side. The other day Faux watched as Oliver left Fiona and Carmen behind, but those images are lost somewhere in the depths of his mind, and he doesn't understand what's going on. But the mutt brings a paw down crushing the skull of someone he followed.

Faux looks away.

But soon his eyes are locked on the hospital wing.

His friend is inside being fixed.

Hopefully it's not too late.

All sense of time is lost, and Faux finds himself seated on one of the cots. The lights haven't dimmed yet, so he knows it's still daylight outside unless the gamemakers are completely screwing with him. Stuffed Harbinger sits at his side, and Faux finds himself gripping the stuffed figure tighter and tighter. This thing isn't the real Harbinger, but it offers him some hope knowing he may see his brother once more.

A friend is what he yearns for, and soon he'll see him once more.

If only he could remember his name.