I leave no footprints [reyes and friends] day 2

It is over then, these theatrics that seemed to have no end. As soon as that cannon sounds, I am out of there. Limbs torn piece by piece and the plan of walking away with my two career shields is just as torn. It is damn hopeless, this allying thing. How in ripred a handless girl manages to kill the legless boy, I really do not know. Maybe this is all theatrical and every damn thing is fake. Maybe I should keep fleeing, through the forest and far away from the bedlam.

There goes my career boy. My shield. My key out of here.

I fling everything from my back including the sword at the base of a tree, calling the spot my comfort for tonight. Resting my head against the tree, it really starts to blow up inside that hollow nut of mine; dread, worry and most of all…regret. Fuck you head. There is enough shit happening in the physical world, a mini battle with mentality is just exhausting.

Just one more day with them.

One more day to decide if I stick around…

I have no friends here, I see no definition of an ally, we really are each other’s shields. Not even an enemy to exchange a production with. Really, I am just bored. Maybe it is good thing that I have no real discussion with anyone here, but Sapphire had her fun with her District partner. Laurel, I need to find Laurel. A Rasoio should have survived this long, her siblings surprisingly got far. Fucking Ripred, I need to go fight Laurel. The only girl I have any connection with, damn Capitol can see my own little scripted performance.

I may be spending my last moments here, lets at least be a memorable tribute if I am not to be the victor. An exile who wants to leave his mark on the world. An unknown that wants his name in the history. I will be the first Reyes they think of over that Moreno.

Then again like the training session, all the outlandish acts have been pulled already. There have been too many games. Being unique and killing other kids is just not happening.

Fuck I carry no creativity.

Rummaging through my belongings, I pull out the decorated pumpkin. It is probably the most unique thing I carry. Well it is going to be called Colin, after Cole…as they both have no legs. ”Colin is going to get you, Colin is going to get you.” I say in a grated voice as I bounce it up and down in my grip. Its contents is filled with the delicious tar, an ingredient I will soon paint on my sword. ”Colin will burn down the arena.” An inferno fantasy, maybe that is my mark.