Choice, and Fate // moira standalone

It's too much. There's too much going on, too much being said, and not enough being done. I cannot just sit around at home while my father and sisters and mother wallow over the loss of my sister when she has not yet passed. I cannot even talk. I don't expect her to make it out myself. Kiera has a strong heart and spirit, but the Games are made to break those spirits. They are made to kill the strong ones, the spirits of the children of our future. We are no exception.

The streets are quite at this time, dark and inviting to all the shadows of the world. There are so many lurking behind the walls of this hell. Eyes gleam from the darkness that surrounds me, my feet leading me silently down mysterious alleys with skittish souls hiding within their depths. It is only after my feel have grown cold in my canvas shoes and my arms have begun to prickle with the chill of the night that I finally find the one it shall be. My entire body turned in to the moment, throwing my emotions into is as I approach her wary form, all kind eyes and generosity. I peel off my sweater, hand it to her with shaky hands and watch as she clings it to her shivering body. She is young, no older than myself, but no younger than Blair. Her eyes are haunted, but they have nothing on the deadly quiet of my sister.

This game is so inescapable. I refuse to change, slipping my hands into the pockets of my dress and holding out two clear vials, her poison to pick, but to her it is another gift. She plucks one from my hands, popping it open and downing it within a matter of seconds, staring up at me with wide, dark eyes. And in them I see not my sister, nor myself, but Kaelen. I see him as I am, a ruthless girl playing mature games of sinister intention and result, fine tuning the practiced art until it is no longer a game but a hunt that will inevitably end as it should. Kaelen Dempsey was my closest confident, is my cousin, and will be the death of me. I'm more sure of it now than ever. He has changed us all, poisoned us with his actions and words, but we are just like the girl before me; dead to outside influence, ignorant of the world, unable to change her fate. I cannot hate him, not even after he has molded me beyond my own recognition.

I cannot escape.