tear stained hearts (bbh v. h | day 5)
Jul 28, 2016 23:01:04 GMT -5
Post by arx on Jul 28, 2016 23:01:04 GMT -5
justice
fray
fray
every wound
will shape me
will shape me
You'd think they'd all have the sense to at least whisper when they are talking about me? Not that my parents do. They taunt and threaten no matter where I am, who I'm with, what I'm doing. ("Justice isn't worth shit. I think even Pillar has a step up on him in terms of skill.") I ran away once when I was little, thinking that somehow I could escape my parents by running from them like a coward. They found me a day later, eating scraps from a garbage bin. I think my father had Kellan beat me to a pulp.
Long story short, I've learned to block it all out. It's like I hear my name marked with scorn and disgust and I don't even hear it anymore. It's just easier to stay focused that way. The only time I'll ever enjoy the sound of my name is when it booms throughout the arena with pride and glory—("Justice Fray, the winner of the 73rd Hunger Games!") That and when girls whisper my name breathlessly in my ear. I enjoy that, too.
But rolling off the tongues of the lower district snakes in front of me? Ha. I don't hear a single word. All I can gather is that I'm a Career looking to kill everyone while their backs are turned. The first part is true; I am a Career. But the second part...
I glance at Machaon and Atlas. An image of Stevie pops into my head. Everyone thinks that I'm some heartless, misogynistic asshole with a dick for a brain. Clearly I've done a good job at playing my part.
"More like he’s got a fist up your ass and you’re his puppet. Watch your back, Machaon."
I don't want--I mean, they do have to die. But I--
"Is that what you two have been doing while I sleep? You could have at least invited me."
I laugh. It's the middle of a fucking fight and I can't help but laugh. Genuinely laugh, not the fake kind, and not the kind made for the camera and microphones to hear. Real.
And I don't want them to die.
A blade gashes deep into my arm for the 4th fucking time in 5 fucking days and all I can do is yelp and suck air through my teeth. I'm keeled over to catch my breath when Five approaches me. He takes a jab at me and I roll away, swinging with full force right back at him.
"Fisting? Can't say that's my kink. Sorry."
every scar will
build my throne
build my throne
[Justice attacks Minos w/ axe]
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[Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage]