nico thorne. twelve. resub wip

When I was little, my mom used to like to tell me that she picked my name carefully, that she talked it over with my Dad and that he always agreed with the choices that they came to. Nico, for victory, and Isaiah for blessings, or something like that. She would put her hand on my cheek and tell me about how my name was a gift from them to help me along my path towards the future, would rock me to sleep telling me all about how one day, when I was bigger and stronger and fiercer and better, then I would get to go and find the man who had ruined her life and take his life away the same way that he had taken her husband.

She promised me.

You're gonna get out of here, baby.

Imagine that? Kid from Twelve, blood between his teeth from where some fucker tried to kick them in thinking that there's a way out of this place. Kid from Twelve thinking he could ever be something. Kid of Twelve with bruises all over his body and mental scars all over his brain thinking that maybe, one day, he would get to make something of himself. Avenge his father. Become a murderer. See the Capitol.

Burn it down.

Imagine thinking you had that kind of power.

Imagine the realization that that shit? It ain't never gonna happen for you.

wip! x