Water Elapses (Kiah&Clover)

There's something magical about the way the world looks when it thinks nobody is watching. The way the water shimmers with extra sparkle, the way the waves crash with more power and beauty. The murky depths become less foreboding and a more terrible danger emerges. That is the thing about nature. The more beautiful and trustworthy it looks, the more likely it is to swallow you whole without a second thought. Water is one of those things. Shimmery and glossy. People are attracted to things that shine, and water is no different. Actually, it's more likely the fact that water provides one of the essential resources every civilisation needs, but the sea? The fact that it contains fish is all the more dangerous. Not the fish themselves; the lure. People in this district seem to gravitate towards the water, swimming and fishing and boating.
It is only once in a while that you hear of a terrible accident, a person engulfed by the treacherous waves. That is when you realize that something so shiny is more dangerous than you ever noticed. It's only when you are half-way out to sea that you realize what you got yourself into.
Maybe if I wasn't so afraid of water, I'd sail away from here. Build a boat, fish, take Eve and find somewhere else. I mean, aside from Panem there has to be somewhere out there to go. Maybe somewhere free and open, a place where people can say what they wish and get fair deals. Not confined and restricted. This isn't so much of a problem with me. My temper is cool and my tongue guarded. It's Eve I worry of. Ever since she was a baby she was fierce and fiery and untameable. I tried to teach her not to say anything against the Capitol. And she tries so hard - I know she does. It's just sometimes she can't help it. That's the way it is with Eve. She tries. She tries to deal with everything that is going on. With mother, with father. With me. She is grateful for the measly food I manage to put on the table, for the coins I manage to make from selling stolen goods at market. The thread-bare clothes she is handed down from me. But you can see it in her eyes.
I find it easier than most to read peoples intentions through their eyes. Not just their eyes - their bodies - the way they stand and talk and breathe. And with Eve I can see it most in her great fawn-like eyes, brown orbs that betray her feelings no matter how hard she tries to pretend. I know she sees the other little girls playing and pretending, dressed extravagantly with their stomachs full. But I can't make that her reality, so she will have to bare what I can do for her whether she likes it or not.
This boy, however, is not trying to be grateful. He is rude, arrogant, full of himself. He deserves to be locked away forever. The house was solid. There were metal beams holding that place together - I checked it out myself when foraging for things to sell. There is no way in hell any normal person could make it out of there simply by ramming their bodies into a wall - that or I had underestimated the power of this boy. He was a brute of a boy, not just in appearance but in personality and mannor too. I sighed, taking a step back. That was when the walls of the shack had come crashing down. So much for my little plan of action.
Suddenly aware that the tiny house was blocking my way off of the pier I began to shake. Petrified of the water, yet almost equally afraid of the monster before me, I turned and did what my body told me to. Run. Toward the water.
Cursing nature and everything about the sea that signified beauty and trickery and evil. The pier is thundering beneath my feet, and I think desperately of the terrible salty liquid filling my lungs and winced. The boy, I am sure, is following me by now. His feet heavier than mine. What if the pier where to break under the weigh of the brute and I were to become trapped or worse, stranded. I cannot swim. Bloodlust sounds in the boys roar and I quicken my step - but when I reach the end of the pier I will have nowhere to go.
My feet keep running despite themselves.