Fight or Flight ? [Flight and Trace]

"Keep it down, will you?"
The voice shocks me, and I roll over to see who is speaking. I should've remembered that the bed wasn't very large.
"Shit!"
I shout as I fall off the bed and hit the floor. All the wind is knocked out of my lungs, and I try to gasp in some more. There's alot of pain in my chest, but finally, I get air into my body, and I breathe heavily.
"That's an amazing introduction."
I groan, and then push myself up into a sitting position. I rustle my hair, and then look over at the source of the voice. I open my eyes in shock. She can easily be summed up in one word. Gorgeous. Her eyes, oh those eyes, are watching me. The first thought that comes to mind is the sun. It's like looking into two replicas. My teenage mind takes over, and I look over her whole body. It's slim, and she looks like she is in shape. Her curves are very prominent with her slim frame, and I feel my cheeks heat up a bit.
You could already have a girlfriend Trace. Think straight.
But I can't. I won't be able to think straight. She is beautiful, and I have to serve my sentence with her, and only her. Then I notice her scars. They are so prominent, that I immediately feel nausea. I just have to look back into her eyes to get rid of it. I shake my head, and get rid of the thoughts. She probably doesn't want to become anything but cellmates. I need to say something now.
"Uhh, I'm Rowgan Trace. Uhh, Trace Rowgan. Distr-District 5." I barely manage to get out. I clear my throat to say it clearer, and with my deeper voice.
"Trace Rowgan. Yeah. That's it-That's me. I think. No! I know. Yeah. I'm just going to shut up now."
I push myself up to a standing position, and then I take a few steps back to sit down on the bed. It's hard to see her eyes, but I assume they're following me the whole way. I suddenly feel warmth in my stomach. Am I happy that she could've been watching me walk away? I rustle my hair some more, and then clear my throat again.
Amazing first impression Trace. Good job.

"Like what you see?"
I recognize the seductive tone that I've heard many times before. But this time, I enjoy the tone.
Yes I do.
"Ahh, I've seen better."
I say jokingly. There's a bit of clanging outside, and I recognize the sound as one of the doors being closed.
"Flight DeRicasho, District Nine"
District 9 is nice. I smile, but I see no reaction. I guess the fake mask I put on around girls doesn't seem to work with her. I shouldn't of assumed that either. She IS in jail after all. Along with me, who murdered somebody with that horrible axe. I remember the moments, and realize I actually enjoyed hearing the crack as it dug it's way into the girl's skull. I focus on the present though. I can see Flight's eyes are watching me, and the warmth returns. But I know that my fake charisma won't work.
"What bed do you want?" I say, dropping the charisma. My voice even changes when I relax and be myself. It gets deeper, colder. It sounds like it could cut your throat with it's coldness. Good. See how she likes me now. I fix my shirt that was given to me. It's really tight. I guess they didn't have a size for somebody my size. I head over to the sink, and soak my hands, and wash my face. Then I pull off my shirt, and splash water on my bare chest. I never got to clean up before they took me away. I watch as the dirt drips off of me. Then I turn, and slowly put my shirt back on.
Make her confused.

She hops up onto the top bunk, and I can't help but grin. I look at the bottom bunk, and know that I won't be fitting on that.
"Just as a warning. Do something bad while I'm sleeping, and you'll regret it. I've been told I bite."
I smile. I wouldn't even think about it. She's ignored all my attempts at minimum friendship, so why would I make another attempt.
"Alright. Have a nice sleep DeRicasho. I say with as much sarcasm as possible. I want her to be awake all night now. I tried to make this "experience" a little bit better by having somebody who she could talk with. Somebody to discuss past crimes with. I actually wanted to share my thoughts on the moment when I killed the girl. It made my adrenaline run, and if she was in jail, it would probably make hers run too. I walk over to the bars that lock us in, and sit down on the ground, facing the outside of the cell.
"Lay down prisoner!" One of the guards growls at me.
"No thanks." I laugh. I say it loud enough I guess, because I think I hear laughing come from another cell. I could be imagining things though.
"Get in the damn bed Rowgan." One of the guards shouts. I assume he had a clipboard, and that's how he knew my name.
"What does it matter to you if I'm awake and sitting here? It'll benefit you when your beating me. You won't have to stare into my eyes the whole time. He doesn't respond, so I guess I win. I lay back, and stare up at the ceiling. I know I won't sleep. So I start counting the little dots on the ceiling.
"1. 2. 3. 4. 5." I mutter quietly, not wanting to wake Flight up.
"12. 13. 14. 15."

"Trace Rowgan. District 5. Two accounts of public brawling. Two accounts of assault. One account of murder. And an illegal visit outside of your designated District." He says clearly.
"So what? Right now, I'm seriously considering assault on a Peacekeeper. What can you do? Turn me into an Avox?" I stop there, because I know they damn well would. I don't want to leave District 5 to serve in the Capitol. I don't want to leave Sundra.
"At least you wouldn't be able to talk back. Get into your bed." I just laugh.
"No thanks. I like it right here. I think I can even see the prisoners in the cell across from here. Hi!" I laugh. I know I'm pushing it. The Peacekeeper's eyes are bulging now.
"Just let me sleep here!" I laugh loudly. His boot raises up, and then comes in contact with my face. I can taste the blood right away.
"I thought they'd train you people to be a bit stronger than that." I smirk, and spit the blood onto his shoes. He kicks me again. I jump to my feet, and raise my fist. He flinches slightly, to which I laugh. Then he pulls out a long black stick, and he smashes it across my face, and then my chest.
"That's a bit better. I could feel that one." I spit out more blood, and then stand up straight again. He goes to hit me again, but I just move out of the way.
"Just let me sleep on the damn ground instead of embarrassing yourself." He debates it, and then smashes the stick against my face again. Then he turns, and heads out of our cell.
"Stupid Capitol lapdog. They never learn." I spit the rest of the blood onto the ground, and then walk back to my spot at the front of the cell. Might as well have some fun. Even if it means I'll get beaten to the ground. I wipe my mouth, and then clear my throat.
That handles that.

The pain only starts to kick in now. I poke my face, and then shout out in pain. I know a bone is broken. Or shattered. Whatever. It still hurts like hell. I stand up, and remove my shirt again. Not for Flight. She doesn't care. It's for the blood. I lean down, and wipe up my scarlet blood. The shirt soaks it up perfectly. Then I walk over to the sink, and try and clean the blood off my face.
"Please, hurry this up. I want to get out of here." I shake my head, and close my eyes. I can hear a bit of rustling, and mumbling from Flight, so I guess she is just sleep-talking.
"Shut up will you? This would've been so much better with a psychopath. At least I could've talked about killing people. You just sleep, and deny any attempt I give at being friendly. I'm not asking to be friends with you. I'm just asking to not be hated by you. You're gorgeous, and you won't let people step all over you. Sounds like my kind of girl. But if you don't want anything to do with me, then shut up and sleep this BS through." I know I'm talking to nobody. She's asleep. But it helped me out a bit, to vent all of my feelings. I poke the painful part of my face again, and it hurts even more. I turn the sink on, and look into the water to get my reflection. There is barely any light, but it's just enough to see the dark bruise that formed. All the blood vessels underneath seemed to have burst. It makes my adrenaline flair up, so I punch the wall to get rid of it. I hear a crack.
"Great. Break my damn knuckles too." I look at the wall and see a decent sized crack. I shake my hand, but it doesn't get rid of the pain. I might as well do something to forget it. I see a long light fixture, that seems to be secure in the roof. With one jump, I grab onto it, and I pull myself up until my chin is past the bar. They call them chin-ups back home. I don't care what it's called to be honest. It helps me stay strong, so I do it. Eventually I stop, but my adrenaline is high again. So I punch the wall again, breaking some more knuckles by the sound of it.
By the time I leave, maybe I'll be dead.

I wish you were. Maybe then this could be more enjoyable than it is. Do you have no idea what kind of effect you are having on me right now? With those eyes. Those beautiful eyes. And your hair. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to resist running my hands through your hair? Why are you so cold about it? I'm not that bad am I? Do I make you sick to your stomach? I'm even thinking of forgetting about Sundra for you. And she comes from my damn District. Why do you have to be so difficult? We are alike, do you not realize that? All the thoughts are running through my head. I turn to look at her. She is positioned like a cat on the top bunk. I smile a bit.
Well if you were, this would be more of a party, not a punishment. Assault is a start. Theft, hmm, that's pretty good too. The only serious thing you did was the trespassing. You probably aren't even getting interrogated for that. If you were a true psychopath, you'd have a murder under your belt. I take a step closer, so my face is much closer to hers.
Do you have any clue what it feels like to plant an axe into a teenage girl's brittle skull? Do you have any clue how amazing the blood smells as it drips from the hole in her head? Do you have any idea what the hunger feels like? You will want more. You will want much more. And to be completely honest, I probably would've enjoyed a feast if the girl hadn't fallen in to the volcano we fought on. I would've bitten off every single limb. And for the boy. I cut his legs off, revealing delicious looking flesh. Now who might be a psychopath? That's right. Me.
I grin, showing my sharp teeth. That was something I always had. My "fang" teeth were extremely sharp, and could draw blood with ease if enough pressure was applied.
You never know. I let out a puff of air, and then head back to my spot.
And I wouldn't suggest do anything while I'm sleeping. I don't sleep. And you looked tasty from the moment I saw you. I laugh. Slightly exaggerated, but still true. She did look tasty, but not in the food type of way. But it's still true. I had to resist the urge to eat the little girl's dead corpse.
That must be what a psycho thinks of.