mi engaño | torren.

You spit the substance from the void of your mouth only moments after letting it enter. Whoever is behind the culinary creation of today's lunch would be better off as one of the tributes. Back home they at least know how to sprinkle in some salt or dabble with some rosemary. The soup you selected to try tastes entirely of piss and broccoli. You shove your dish away from you before breaking away from the table. Fuck it, you don't need to eat until dinner anyway. Who knows, maybe you can find another bottle of red to empty in the meantime.

Entering back into the space of the center, your eyes immediately engage in the hunt. They search for someone of interest, someone who can make you smirk. The days are dwindling before blood will bring blood and children will turn into killers. You want to dance for awhile longer in the excitement of the prelude. There is no after the arena for you, under a new light your life will live until it perishes by means other than its dreadful design. You crave souls as rich as the wine you continue to crave to consume.

As though you are answered by some Higher Power, she appears streaming from the shadows. A Nine tethers to the face that forms before you and within the fires of fury that seem to stir behind her eyes of mischief. What cravings does she have building beyond the boundaries of her soul? Doe she seek to sew entropy into existence? Or perhaps she feels herself drawn to the danger that you carry like a dagger within your stare? Whatever the reason, you accept her actions with a thrill.

Her shove sends you only stumbling a step, and your eyes remain fixed upon her face. They hold no emotion, you won't feed into a reaction. You want to play another a game. How does she tick differently than the others? This is the question you seek with the summoning of a scoff.

"Awe, careful now. I think you hurt my feelings-"

Your leg suddenly sweeps towards her's. A smirk shines across your face. Oh how you've always loved to play.

"-Doooofus."