Away From It All [River JB Oneshot]

"Feel the fury closing in
All resistance wearing thin
Nowhere to run from all of this havoc"

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I'm not here to win, but they don't need to know that.

I volunteered, but it wasn't to save that girl, Rikki Stone. I could have just let her go in and die. I volunteered because I wanted to be here. I wanted to go into the Games, fight, kill and die. That's exactly what happens to most of the tributes who go in, anyway. I wasn't going to be fighting to win.

I'm just here to kill, but they don't need to know that.

Fighting gives me adrenaline. I remember the riots that happened during Ratmas and how good it felt when I hit that girl multiple times with a piece of plywood. I remember feeling her foot crunch underneath it one of those times, too. It sent a glorious sense of adrenaline through my veins. It was euphoric to me, causing pain to another human being.

I'm just here for the thrill of it all, but they don't need to know that.

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As the Peacekeepers escorted my District Partner and I off of the stage, we were each brought to our separate rooms of the Justice Building. It was laughable, the thought that anyone would come here to visit me. My family doesn't care about me and I don't care about them. When it comes to friends, they are few in number, and likely don't actually care that I'm leaving for good, as I'm just another psycho that they can finally get rid of.

I sit in what's probably a nicer room than most people in this District get to see in their lives. Although, it's not much nicer than what I already have in my own home, having grown up in wealth. Surely, when we get to the Capitol, however, it will all put my own wealth to shame. Wealthy in the Districts is nothing like wealthy in the Capitol, from what I've heard. One of the reasons I volunteered was because I wanted to see the lavish Capitol before I died, after all.

Letting my thoughts roam as I sit in that room, I think of if my family even considered visiting me, but it's unlikely. It's not like that really matters, though, as in the end, they decided not to show up. They're not here now, and that shows that we truly don't matter to one another. I can't blame them, though. I wouldn't have shown up here if it were someone in my family who was going to be going into the Games. They don't matter to me any more than I matter to them.

I watch the clock that's on the wall, listening to it tick my final moments in District Nine away.

There's someone at the door as my time runs out, but it's not a visitor. A Peacekeeper comes in and tells me that it's time to go. He escorts me out of the room and out of the Justice Building as a whole. Soon, I'd be leaving Nine altogether, once and for all. It was about fucking time.

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