crashed through | d6 suite [siberite/sacrifice] day 4

Where the fuck was Sunrise?

Siberite could've sworn Sunrise had tagged along, but to be totally honest, he had been so distracted, there was a solid chance he'd had something happen to him when Siberite was off-guard. Shit. Now all he could do was blame himself.

He wouldn't have been surprised if the Garner girls had some new friends after Siber fled that fight so quickly, having seen Jimmy fall at the end of someone else's weapon. He also wouldn't have been surprised if she'd used said friends to keep her promise.

"If this gets us killed, I swear to Ripred I will skin you like a rabbit," she'd said to Sunrise when the elevator started moving. Now, Sunrise was gone— probably dead because Siber hadn't paid enough attention.

He sent a quick threat directed at the girl from Six via his Snow Watch.

His only piece of home was ripped away from him now, and he was determined to figure out who'd done it. It had to be the Garner girl. That was the only explanation. He tried to think of where to find her. The District Six suite had to be a solid option, right?

He made his way up there, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, his eyes locked with another tribute: a kid from One. Before he could say anything, though, he heard the doors behind him latch. He didn't have to check to guess that they were stuck in here.

"I'm not looking to fight you right now," he insisted. "Actually, I'm looking for that Garner girl. Any idea where she ran off to?"

That was when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Containment chambers of some sort, filled with a dense, cloudy liquid. What the hell was in those?

He didn't have to wonder for much longer as the glass started to creak. Immediately, Siberite shouted to the other tribute.

"I'd recommend running! We can figure out our dynamic later!"

The glass shattered, a chemical cloud burst into the room, along with mutated messes of skin crawling from inside the containers. Siber tried to make a break for it, hoping he could out-speed them.

They were picking up speed, though, and the liquid from the containers coating the ground made it was to move quickly. There probably wasn't any fighting these things— just trying to get away. This was clearly the Gamemakers trying once again to kill him, and he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.

When one got close enough to him, he realized that these things were just masses of skin: they had specific features. On one of them, the features were all too familiar.

Fuck. Was that Andesite?

What had they done? Had they taken Andesite's corpse from all those years ago, preserving it for the very moment that one of his relatives made it into the arena, just so they could pull of this disturbing stunt? He wondered if they'd been holding on to it for Marcasite, disappointed that he never went into the Games, and then getting a huge sense of relief and victory all these years later when Siberite had decided to volunteer himself.

The Capitol scientists really were fucked in the head. What a shame. They could put their hyper-intelligence into something useful like actually helping out the damn country instead of killing children for a living, but alas.

Siberite felt rage bubbling up inside him, not towards these mutants, but toward the Capitol. He wondered if the other mutant was someone this other tribute cared about. It wouldn't surprise him. The Gamemakers really had no sense of morals, after all.

"Andy?" Siber's voice was drastically more high-pitched than normal: a combination of fear and immense concern.

He then let out a shout of rage before doing his best to get away from this monstrosity that they'd turned his fallen cousin into. There was no way he could justify fighting his way out of this now. No, he couldn't defile Andy's corpse any more than the Capitol had to have done already, if this really was him, and he couldn't risk attacking it just on the off chance it was some replica fake, fabricated to fuck with his head, since there was really no way to tell the difference.

Andy had suffered enough in life.

What the fuck had they done to him?

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