your {love} is my {drug} // norian
Jan 22, 2013 21:25:03 GMT -5
Post by wimdy on Jan 22, 2013 21:25:03 GMT -5
Fighting and training are two different things. Fighting takes fire and passion. Training takes practice and focus. I've fought all my life, but never have I trained as I have in the Capitol. The Training Center demands all the energy a person has, pushing them through station after station. Once a fighting station is over with, you are forced right on to the next spoke on the wheel. It's an endless cycle of fighting and learning and fiddling and fighting and learning and drowning and fighting and fiddling and fighting and in the end it just leads to dying. Only one of us will make it back here after all.
Patrick says I'm pushing myself too hard, too focused on training. I train because it's the closest to fighting as I'll get for now and I need to hit something more than anything in the world. One day in the Capitol and already everything is falling to hell and beyond. The more the hours pass, the more I realize that I will be dead in two weeks. River will be too. Ivy as well. Pyrian, I'm not so sure about. He's stronger than the rest of us, with enough fire to burn down the Capitol itself. Ripred knows it crackled through my room and burned down what little comfort I had. Being reduced to having sleepovers with Pyrian and Ivy since day one isn't exactly as I planned my time here to go.
Now, Patrick the Mentor might be the biggest idiot I've ever met. He might be the stupidest man in the planet, which in and of itself begs the question, 'How did you even win your Games?' I've debated asking him, but the haunted look that lurks behind his careless eyes is enough to stop me every time. Instead, I listen to his stupid stories about his old alliance, The Goofy Goobers, and let him tell me about Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy, an old tale my mother used to tell when we were very little children. I didn't exactly intend to take his advice at all, but his solution to my stress was too cruel to pass up. I couldn't deny him when he offered me a little vial he said, "make all your troubles disappear, man. It's like a Krabby Patty, only better." I didn't dare question him. I did, however, decide to dose Pyrian's drink with it during dinner and that is how I landed in this situation in the first place.
He'd gotten increasingly unsteady at dinner, tipping over at the slightest touch and getting glassy-eyed with every blink. Ivy raised a brow, but didn't question it. So when she decided to talk to Essence, I decided to get Pyrian back to his apartment. Whatever Patrick gave me was stronger than I'd thought. Pyrian is quiet as we stumble into his room, his body limp against mine until I toss him onto his bed, staring down at him questioningly. I slip the vial from my pocket, looking at the clear liquid for a moment before letting my eyes fall on Pyrian again. He looks blissed out beyond measure and I, for just one moment in this shitty place, want to be the same way. So I drink.