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hesper hart 🐺 d9f Administrator 7,706 POSTS Member is Online — 🥀 —	anderson maddox \| seven ; fin Jan 14, 2020 19:30:48 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by hesper hart 🐺 d9f on Jan 14, 2020 19:30:48 GMT -5 ———————————— A N D E R S O N M A D D O X ———————————— DISTRICT SEVEN — FIFTEEN YEARS OLD — 2ND GAMES TRIBUTE — REBEL SPY —
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First of all, it's Andy. Why his idiot birth parents decided to give him two surnames before they dumped into the home for boys escaped him, but if anyone asked: his name was Andy.

He was always a small thing, even when he was little. Easily the littlest boy his age, easy pickings for people to take their anger out on. Didn't help that he had a bit of a mouth on him. He'd gotten his nose broken four times by the time he was eleven, each time by someone older and much larger. As a matter of fact, it was still in a bandage when Mr. Prewett showed up. He'd looked at all of the boys up and down, just like they always did: sizing them up, trying to see which had the strongest hands, which looked the least broken by their circumstance. Reality was that there were a growing number of kids like Andy those days- malnourished looking, no place to call home. Only difference is that he was one of the originals.

He didn't get to take solace in the fact that his parents died fighting for his freedom. No, they'd left him for personal reasons: stuck him with a stupid first name and never looked back.

But Mr. Prewett did something no one else had ever done. When his eyes met Andy's, he stopped. He didn't say anything, just stood there in front of him, huffed out sharply through his nose, and disappeared into the madame's office.

"Guy's a douche," Andy grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, not even yet realizing what this must have meant. Even when they called him in and explained it, even when they helped him pack his things, and even when he was sat in the main hall waiting for Mr. Prewett to arrive, he was convinced there was some mistake. Because when he was born, his parents did not want him. And when he was little and it was okay to be small, no one wanted him. Now, he was older and still small, and he'd convinced himself that he'd only ever have himself. Grow out of the home, spend his life proving wrong those who were indifferent either way.

It wasn't until the man arrived, wearing a suit, peering at him through sunglasses and still not speaking, that it became a reality.

Neither of them spoke the entire way home- all silence and the pines as they delved further and further away from the Square, closer and closer to the outskirts of the district. Andy was too proud to say so out loud, but he was reluctant to be so close to the boarder. They'd shot and killed men for less, after all. Especially now that the war was in full swing, teetering along the enemy line as if it were a tightrope seemed a bit careless.

When they arrived at Mr. Prewett's estate- a sprawling land, surrounded on all sides by a gate and then, just on the other side of it, the evergreens tall and blissful in the cool autumn wind- Andy couldn't stop his mouth from falling open. The house was much more than a house. It was the size of three or so regular homes crammed together, several stories high and built from brick instead of standard wood. Armed guards stood at the entrance of the gate, and soldiers carrying guns scurried about within.

"What the fuck?" Andy asked, scrunching his nose and then wincing at the resulting pain.

He hadn't been adopted after all; he'd been recruited. He and three other boys had been adopted, each from a different orphanage.

Blake was exactly the kind of boy that never spent too long in a place like an orphanage. That was to say, despite only being a year older than Andy, he was already a full foot taller and about forty pounds heavier. His parents were both soldiers who'd died in an explosion; two months. That's all it had taken for him to get what Andy had wanted his entire life. Fucking prick.

Simon was brilliant, bug-eyed from the glasses he wore, skinnier than even Andy. He claimed his dad was executed for storing rebel soldiers in an abandoned paper mill. He wasn't much of a fighter, but he had pretty much read every book a guy his age could get his hands on. Liked using any given second of the day as a teaching moment. Yet, it was as annoying as it sounded.

On the other end of that spectrum, Doug was about as dumb as a box of rocks. His knuckles practically dragged the ground and there was a permanently vacant expression in his eyes. Well, almost permanently. Get him angry and he practically glowed with fury; Andy watched him kick the ass of pretty much everyone who walked through the training doors. He never knew Doug's story; wasn't sure anyone did. Maybe not even Doug.

The four of them were trained as a team for a year: Blake was the obvious choice for a leader, Simon's natural intellect made him the brains of the operation, and Doug was the muscle. That left Andy with the scraps: recon.

Turns out, for the first time ever, his small stature was to his own benefit. For once, his innate ability to be invisible was exactly what was needed from him. Mr. Prewett had taken one look at him and seen him for exactly who he was- a tiny, unassuming boy who no one took seriously, and who clearly didn't mind getting his hands dirty when the time came for it. Andy hadn't ever been a good liar, necessarily, but he also hadn't ever had much reason to withhold the truth. He was an open book and didn't much give a fuck if people liked him or not.

Because of Andy, the rebel alliance in Seven found and overtook not one, but four Capitol hideouts. The four of them were scouting a fifth when everything went up in smoke. Had no idea.

Living out in the wilderness, surviving on the kits they'd been given, Andy and the others smelled the smoke for miles before they arrived at the district border. It had only taken a single glance to know what had happened, the way the peacekeepers lined the streets, the lines of Seven's residents wearing shackles: the war was lost. They got scared, disappeared back into the forest.

They lived out there for months. They'd run out of their food provisions within a week, only ate what they killed. Every ounce of weight Andy had gained while living with Mr. Prewett- a man who'd never revealed his first name to another soul in the alliance- was gone. He was back to where he started: worse, even. Starving. All of them were. Desperate times led them to the district boarder yet again, this time accepting the fact that they would have to go in if they were going to survive.

They kept their heads down, the four of them, not speaking to anyone, pretending they'd been there the entire time as they made their way to Mr. Prewett's estate.

Andy wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but it wasn't what he saw. The estate was untouched. Seemingly deserted, but still pristine. The lawn needed manicuring, there was no smoke coming from any of the chimneys, but otherwise exactly as it had been when they left it.

They were raiding the kitchen when they heard the voices; when they caught sight of a white uniform, they went berserk. None more than Doug, who plowed through them like a fucking wave. Sprays of gunfire, screams of pain and war alike. Doug bit off more than he could chew when three of the peacekeepers came at him at once.

They shot him in the head.

Simon, panicked to the point of mania, his body already slipping into hysteria, either didn't hear them when they told him to halt, or simply did not care. They shot him, too.

Andy gritted his teeth; he could still hear the boy moaning as they dragged his body away. It was just Andy and Blake. The one everyone wanted and the leftovers. Each of them made a choice then. One chose to die as a hero. To go out swinging rather than submit, to run at the peacekeepers with his firearm drawn, to shoot three of them before receiving a clip to the neck and choking on his own blood.

The other got arrested and sent to a detention center as a coward, a failure, living proof that everyone who had ever doubted him was right.

Which was which?

Well, Andy still had scars on his wrists from when he tried to slide his hands out of them.

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hesper hart 🐺 d9f Administrator 7,706 POSTS Member is Online — 🥀 —	anderson maddox \| seven ; fin Jan 15, 2020 0:13:31 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by hesper hart 🐺 d9f on Jan 15, 2020 0:13:31 GMT -5 gm bourgeois decadence [aya] one orphan rebel spy ready for duty uwu
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