Tearing Me Apart {Dillon Wore stand-alone)
Nov 21, 2011 19:37:05 GMT -5
Post by Tea on Nov 21, 2011 19:37:05 GMT -5
Naida Gardez wanted her brother back. It had been a fact known to all of District Four, and now it was something known by all of Panem. There were many things now known to all of Panem that they would have gone unnoticed had Naida’s name not been drawn, but Dillon Wore was not one of them. To the other districts, he was the cousin of Alba Hache; District Four tribute of the 55th Hunger Games, killed on Day 1 in the Bloodbath by Shanks Kensington.
To them, he was not the one person Naida seemed to be able to identify with the most, and he was not her best friend. In the eyes of Panem, he was nobody save Alba’s cousin, and that was who he would remain unless, on the off chance Naida managed to make it home. With her survival of the Bloodbath, Dillon was given a strange sense of hope. Alba had died in the Bloodbath, and here was Naida. Naida had made it out. However, there were still many days that were to come if she were to return to District 4.
Many more days, Dillon realized, he could tell her how he felt.
When he had gone to say goodbye in the Justice Building, Dillon had not been brave enough to speak up and put forth his feelings. Then though, had he truly known what his feelings entailed? Spending so many days alone and without Naida’s company had brought him to the realization that he needed her, and they needed each other. She was like the sister Skye should have been, and more than that, she was his...well, Dillon supposed there wasn’t a word for what he and Naida were, but more than anything he wanted her to come back so they perhaps they could find one.
As each day wore on in the Games, it seemed as though she just might. Days two, three, four. Tribute after tribute fell, with Naida taking a great deal of damage, but she remained standing. The tiny flicker of hope that had ignited on the first day grew and flourished, until Dillon was confident that he was going to see Naida again. He was going to be able to hold her hand, and walk along the beach, and pick roses for Alba’s grave, and go on picnics with her brother and sister. Everything that had existed before would still be, and nothing would have changed.
Up until the fifth day, perhaps everything would have stayed the same, but Dillon knew he should have known the Games changed everything.
Sitting on the couch alongside Skye and her husband, Dillon leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen as he watched a fight panning out between Naida, her alliance and the boy from Two. Each time Naida took a hit, Dillon felt himself cringe and clench his hands into fists, knuckles white. Nothing else existed.
"Midas is an ass, I don’t like him much," Skye commented idly. "Dillon?"
Not even as his sister spoke, did Dillon remove his eyes form the screen. Another tribute had entered the fight. Alexander Hood, from Seven, and then...then Dillon didn’t even know what happened. There was a cannon...and…
Everything just stopped.
Skye’s arms were around him, and his face pressed into her shoulder, sobbing. It had all happened so fast; far too fast for him to even comprehend anything. One moment Naida had had every chance of coming home, and now it was over. Like Alba, and Naida’s brother Raiden, and every single tribute that had ever competed, returning home only in wooden box, it was all over, and for him, everything, everything had changed.
To them, he was not the one person Naida seemed to be able to identify with the most, and he was not her best friend. In the eyes of Panem, he was nobody save Alba’s cousin, and that was who he would remain unless, on the off chance Naida managed to make it home. With her survival of the Bloodbath, Dillon was given a strange sense of hope. Alba had died in the Bloodbath, and here was Naida. Naida had made it out. However, there were still many days that were to come if she were to return to District 4.
Many more days, Dillon realized, he could tell her how he felt.
When he had gone to say goodbye in the Justice Building, Dillon had not been brave enough to speak up and put forth his feelings. Then though, had he truly known what his feelings entailed? Spending so many days alone and without Naida’s company had brought him to the realization that he needed her, and they needed each other. She was like the sister Skye should have been, and more than that, she was his...well, Dillon supposed there wasn’t a word for what he and Naida were, but more than anything he wanted her to come back so they perhaps they could find one.
As each day wore on in the Games, it seemed as though she just might. Days two, three, four. Tribute after tribute fell, with Naida taking a great deal of damage, but she remained standing. The tiny flicker of hope that had ignited on the first day grew and flourished, until Dillon was confident that he was going to see Naida again. He was going to be able to hold her hand, and walk along the beach, and pick roses for Alba’s grave, and go on picnics with her brother and sister. Everything that had existed before would still be, and nothing would have changed.
Up until the fifth day, perhaps everything would have stayed the same, but Dillon knew he should have known the Games changed everything.
Sitting on the couch alongside Skye and her husband, Dillon leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen as he watched a fight panning out between Naida, her alliance and the boy from Two. Each time Naida took a hit, Dillon felt himself cringe and clench his hands into fists, knuckles white. Nothing else existed.
"Midas is an ass, I don’t like him much," Skye commented idly. "Dillon?"
Not even as his sister spoke, did Dillon remove his eyes form the screen. Another tribute had entered the fight. Alexander Hood, from Seven, and then...then Dillon didn’t even know what happened. There was a cannon...and…
Everything just stopped.
Skye’s arms were around him, and his face pressed into her shoulder, sobbing. It had all happened so fast; far too fast for him to even comprehend anything. One moment Naida had had every chance of coming home, and now it was over. Like Alba, and Naida’s brother Raiden, and every single tribute that had ever competed, returning home only in wooden box, it was all over, and for him, everything, everything had changed.
