"What are you fucking looking at?" I growl, fingers grasping iron bars I press my face again them, the iron as cold as ice, branding my face. "What do you want, pig?" I press closer to the bars, looking at the Peacekeeper with an anger that could not be distinguished, with a rage that was fuel by the stupid fucking insignia stitched onto his perfect with jacket.
I snort at him, eyeing the beer belly that hung low over the buckle of his belt. "Sick of sitting on ya fat ass? Didn't even know you have it in ya to walk a lap." I pause, hoping that my words hit deep enough for some sort of reaction. I could already see his oily cheeks begin to turn the bright shade of red. "Damn Pork Chops, your wife is one lucky lady- though I did hear the rumour that you preferred to fuck pigs-"
Searing hot pain surges through my fingers, my lips pulling back in a hiss of pain as I cradle my hand to my chest. The pain pounds with the racing my my heart, each beat shooting fire through my veins. But when my eyes meet with Pork Chops I smirk, stepping away from the bars I take a seat on the rock hard bunk.
"Tell the pigs I say hi tonight." Pork Chop growls, shouting threats and demands that had the guards slipping shackles around my wrists, dragging me to the courtyard.
Without so much as a word they tie secure me to a post, saturating me with water kissed by ice. The sun was setting, as they turned to leave me one tosses a smirk over their shoulder, "heard its supposed to be a cold one tonight- forecast to snow within the week."
The door slams, locking me out, and I slump to the ground. Shivering I press my knees to my chest. Closing my eyes the image of my mother and father are seared into my eye lids, "It'll be okay.
It'll be okay."
Last Edit: May 18, 2022 23:57:27 GMT -5 by k!ah ᥫ᭡.
"Hey! Hey, Maya!" I turn my head and Rosa beams at me, climbing the rusted automobile she lays next to me, quickly lacing her fingers with mine. We lived in a junkyard at the edge of the district. There was a few of us, children who were victim to the war, left parentless and alone- well expect for each other. Rolling to her side she gazes at me, hair glowing red against the setting sun, "I found something- and trust me this shit is gooood!"
Unable to sit still she pulls me into a sitting position, "I was wondering around our old stomping grounds and was looking around- fine, snooping- the building that used to be used as head quarters for the meetings- you know the ones where your parents used to host the rebels?" She's talking so fast that she forgets to breathe. Gasping she clasped my knees, "I was digging around a little, looking for anything that looked like it was worth a coin or two, but- stay with me- I found something even better! I found some plans!"
Instantly she is rummaging through her ratty old jacket pocket, fingers fishing for papers that were well into the decaying process. "Maya, I'm telling you! You gotta read these!" She shoves them into my hands and I take them, trying to hide the doubt I felt from playing on the features of my face.
"Rosa, I dont know-"
"Maya, just look at them."
Instantly I recognised my mothers hand writing, and I run a shake finger over the inked words that had begun to fade. Pulling open the papers I smooth them over my knees, quickly reading over the documents. Each word, each sentence, sent a wave of excitement and anticipation through me.
"Oh my god, Rosa," looking up from the papers I stare at her with wide eyes. In front of us was a plan that they had been constructing to gather intel on high ranking officials of district three. Intel that could incriminate the precious loyalist, and destroy the trust the Capitol held in them. "Oh my god, Rosa. Rosa, I'm gonna do it."
I face turns serious, and this time when our hands link it is in promise, "I'm gonna do it for them. For us. For all of us."
"Rosa! Rosa!" The sound of my feet pounding on the concrete bounces off the walls. My own voice chases me down the hallways, quickly followed by peacekeepers dressed in white, weapons loaded. Cursing I bound around a corner, skidding on the pristine and perfect waxed floors. Slipping my knees hit first, the jarring pain shooting through my body, "fuck." Scrambling to my feet I bound around the next corner only to come to halt.
My mouth goes dry, and all my breath leaves my lungs, a gasp on my lips.
Before me was a familiar figure, body convulsing as blood that was so dark that it was black begun to pool around her. "R-Rosa," I manage, teary eyes meet my own, her lips parting. "Rosa, Rosa, Rosa!" Instantly I am by her side, pulling her head onto my lap as I gaze down at her, my heart shattering in my chest. Fingers, weak, cold, grab my own, my friends lips falling open to speak, but she chokes on her words, coughing up blood that dribbles frown the corner of her mouth.
"Shhh, it's okay. Don't say anything. It's okay. Its gonna be okay." Grasping her hand tightly I run a free hand through tangled hair, choking back a sob. "It's okay, it's gonna be okay." The shouts grow louder, but I hear nothing, not even my own shouts when hands grip me under the arms, ripping me from my my dying friend, my family. I see nothing but the fading light in her eyes.
I'm screaming, shouting and sobbing, and suddenly my world turns dark, my body hitting the perfectly fucking waxed cement.
My name is called and hands shove me roughly in the back, forcing me to stand before the member of the Capitol they had sent to bestow upon me my sentence. Chains clink roughy against each other, and I give the peacekeeper behind me a dirty look, spitting at his feet. "Don't fucking touch me, Capitol scum," I hiss, a demand that goes ignored rough hands shoving me forward.
"Rosa Gomez, daughter to the traitors, Carlos and Sofia Gomez, you are charged with treason. You have been sentenced too incarceration to be reviewed on your eighteenth birthday, where you will be trialed as an adult."
I don't hear much after that.
I don't say anything.
Not until the iron door of my cell is slammed shut, and the key turned.
A voice slips through my ears, taunting, cold. "It's fitting really," the guard whispers, "this was the same cell they had your father locked in. Do you know how many times I heard him beg to see you?" He steps closer, smirking,"had him on his god damned knees. Carlos Gomez, one of the biggest threats in district Three, reduced to a grovelling fool."
Each word, each syllable, is like a pain being driven into my heart, my hands balling so tightly I feel nails dig into flesh.
"I look forward to breaking you too."
Last Edit: May 18, 2022 7:58:50 GMT -5 by k!ah ᥫ᭡.