A public whipping (open)

Kevin-
He looked at everyone...He saw people gathering. It was getting more hectic for him. He needed another peacekeeper here. It was soon going to be to croweded for him to handle. He grabbed his radio and yelled into it.We need help here in the square send whoever you can. If not it will get ugly here and quick.. He knew what he said was the truth and he knew he was scared of it also.

"Look, I know there are some problems here, whatever they are. Couldn't you just have someone pay for their crimes?" He hears a new comer speak to him. Kevin thought about it for a quick second but listened to the next sentence coming out of this mans mouth."What do you say mister? Before you shoot a champ and cause a commotion. I doubt the capitol would like that." That is when a wonderful idea hit him. If this citizen wants to pay for their crimes he will still take the pain out on the quiet person who was passed out. But then cause more problems for the honorary citizen.

Fine if you want to take this guys position then you can. But it will be hell. Choose wisely but be warned.... His pain is not that easy to be taken. He let out a maniacle laugh toward the crowd. He was getting a feeling of evil throughout his body. He figured this is how the head peacekeeper felt at times.

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Preliminary post as Nicanora Strong - peace keeper


The call came in at 3.34 pm when my duty had just started. There was a whipping in the market place because one of the imported peace keepers had caught one of our local bad guys by chance. According to the radio back up of two to three peace keepers was needed because a crowd had gathered so me and my colleague quickly suited up and made our way to the square which was very close to our station.

When we approach the square a few people spot us and clear out right away, others make space for us to approach the whipping.
From back here it looks like the peace keeper in charge has everything under control since the two fellons are tied up and nobody is trying to interfere other than by talking.

When we're right next to him I give him a nod and tell him. "We're here to support you. Any problems? Who are these guys?"
I can hear the crowd become quiet and listen to what we are saying.
After scanning their faces I look at the two criminals. One of the is already slumped down unconscious, the other one still standing.

I'm just ahnging on by a thread...by whatever thread I can find to save myself and my children. In this case a lie.
Just then more peace keepers show up, which I see as possible relief right now because this peace keeper has gone haywire in my eyes. He's not acting like a government official, not even a bad one, but like a merciless savage out for blood.

I turn my head to catch a glimpse of the keeper who has spoken up because it's a female. Could it be?
As soon as my eyes fall on her I can barely breath. Fear freezes me like an icile. It's the peace keeper who was on guard duty when Noreen got reaped. The one who made sure I would not touch her one last time but put a bullet in my stomach instead. She damn near killed me and now she's standing here, still a peace keeper, still on duty.

As quickly as I can I avert my gaze and catch a glimpse of Devroux who has woken up from unconsiousness. Poor guy. He looks aweful...but it's not the pain that irritates me but the look he's giving me. A stranger bewilderment, even anger. Over the years I've learned to interpret his expressions well.
And suddenly it hits me. He heard what I said. Maybe he thinks I mean it. Maybe he doesn't see that I'm just trying to save my children. Maybe I've over estimated his selflessness by assuming he'd be okay with me doing everything I could to save them.

I gasp and want to whisper that I'm sorry, that I don't mean any of it and am just trying to save my children but I shut my mouth before anything comes out because I know that I will jeopardize Briar and Josh's life. What can I do? How can I tell him how much he means to me but that I have no other choice. This is not about me because I definetly owe Devroux my life. This is just about those little babies staying alive and unharmed. It's not their fault that their father and his best friend broke the law. All I can do is look over at Devroux and let my eyes linger on him filled with compassion and love, not hate as he must be assuming.

Kevin-
He looked over to Jack and saw him speak. He heard everything he had said about the avox. He knew it wasn't true but he was going to lead on that he believed him. But he started to smile at that moment for one thing. The disgrace of a human being had woken up from his slumber of pain. At that moment kevin knew he had heard eveything that was said. He could see the expression of the avox. It seemed like he was going to cry but kevin honestly couldn't tell. He had to make it worse. He thought about whipping the boy jack. But no, that was not subtle enough right now. He wanted to make it worse for the avox. The avox was only in the begining stages of his torture. It was now time to make it a houndred times worse. He walked up to jack and yelled at him.
So you say he is scum. Ok, I believe you there. He is scum, but you myfriend are partial scum. Instead of whipping you, I will give you a choice. Two answers, and one of them lets you see your family and everything is forgiven. Ok here they are, one... I whip the hell out of you to the point of passing out in pain and leave you here to rott and heal yourself. Or and I really hope you think about this. You whip this piece of scum who was once your friend and you get to leave seeing your family and friends and I will never go near your family again. SO the choice is yours. Hope you choose the right one.
He knew this man would choose his life and kids over a avox. Well he hoped he did because kevin was not going to whip a innocent man. Even if he did hit him with a frying pan. He knew this punishment should suffice for what jack had done. It wasn't whipping, it was more of a mental problem.

He looked at the peacekeeper who showed up. He knew he had asked for help. but the last thing he wanted was a female. He never liked them in the first place. They never let him enjoy his punishments. But it wasn't his area so he had to acknowledge her. He looked over and spoke to her. Not really any problems just stupid people being dumb. But the two tied up are well criminals. Or they are to me. The others are just people trying to be hero's. Specially mr victor over there. I am trying to get rid of him but he being stubborn as heck. He turned his head to another one of the so called hero's who was about to speak.
"Someone can take his place? Fine. Let it be me." Kevin looked at him and laughed. He wasn't gonna let anyone take anyone's spot. It was just a ruse to just see if anyone was dumb enough. He spoke to everyone up in the whipping are,No one is taking anyone's spot. Is that clear to everyone. It is either Jack whips his friend and is sent out free or is whipped. That is the only option around here. But I can totally arrest y'all for trying to stop a public demonstration. I know that has consequences.He waited for people to be silent. He was getting angry at them all again and he didn't want to kill anyone. But it could happen if people didn't follow orders. He did remember that one kid in district 12 who acted like a disrespectful person and Kevin was just relentless on him and last he knew the kid was bleeding for a while. But he didn't care. The kid was acting the way they were. He was going to try and not hurt anyone as bad. But it all depended on their behavior toward him.

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That strange man steps up and offers to take my spot in a clear voice. My green eyes meet his and instead of feeling relieve he gives me the creeps. There's something crazy, unbearable in his look that make me look away immediately. Maybe I'm better off at the whipping post than at this man's grace. Who knows what he wants from me in return for taking my spot.

The decision is taken out of my hands since the peace keeper completely disregards him and starts focussing on me again. Obviously he's not satisfied with shooting and whipping my best friend to unconsciousness. He needs more: More begging, more suffering, more personal revenge and he won't back off until he gets it. Obviously he's not buying my words. So he offers my freedom if I whip Devroux. The thought alone make me shudder. How could I purposely hurt the man, who has saved my life in so many ways? I owe him everything and my words alone have hurt both me and him so much that I can't even get another tone out.
If I don't agree the peace keeper will whip me until I pass out. I would do that for Devroux. I'd take the beating but, even though he didn't mention them, I cannot put my childrens lives in jeopardy.
My insides get torn apart because I have to choose between my childrens and best friends health and possibly life. How can I do this? Who am I to choose on or the other? I feel as if my insides are getting torn out of my body and my heart is about to break. My face gets bright red and warm as tears spring to my eyes and I shake my head desperately. "I can't! I can't..." I press out but leave it unclear what exactly I can't.
Desperately i try to catch Devrouxs gaze to connect and let him know that I need to do this for the kids, that I love him more than he knows and am full of shame. I need a nod from him, something but the avox' eyes are glued to the ground. He's given up on me. The thought hurts me so much deep down but I need to choose.
Gasping for air I lift one of my bound hands and scream. "Give me the damn whip."

A moment later my hands are free and curling around the black leather of that torture instrument that's supposed to be hitting my back. Instead I stand behind my friend with shaky legs and raise my arm up in the air.
'I think I'm going to throw up' shoots through my head as my arm shoots forward and delivers a mild blow to Devrouxs back. I can see him flinch even though it wasn't hard but his back is already raw. I know I have to do better than this to be believable and have to fight back the tears that are blurring my vision.
"Forgive me." I whisper, then haul off and whip him as hard as I can. The leather slices across his trembling back and rips it open.
Just as much as it slices his skin it slices my mind. I have just whipped my savior. What kind of scum am I do do such a horrible deed. How can this peace keeper take away my compassion and dignity all at the same time and downsize me to some lowlife worse than him?

My head whirls around as the tears start falling uncontrollably and suddenly I follow my gutt. "No way. I'm not letting you do this to me. You are MAKING ME scum!"
Demonstratively I drop the whip from my hand and raise them both. "This avox is my friend. The only reason I said he was scum is because you're threatening my childrens lives. But no matter how much you threaten there's one thing you CANNOT take away from me and that's my humanity. I will not whip him!"
My voice is so filled with hate and disgust that I'm sure that I've just signed my own death sentence if the people of district 10 will no stand up for us. At least I will go out with my dignity.

[/color] - in Ten. Though now even that seems like something of the past. I’ve always known that, should it come down to it, I would always get the lower hand of things. I would get the worst option because I’m so low in society. I’m scum, I’m a cretin, I’m unwanted and undesirable.

A sudden terror grips me as I hear Jack speak. He’s telling someone that “he can’t,” but I don’t know what he’s referring to. I keep my head down, avoiding looking at everyone that’s still surrounding us. There’s a minute of silence and then I hear him: ”Give me the damn whip.”

He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill me.[/color] I shut my eyes tightly and I’m terrified. Jack’s got the whip in his hand – so what do I really mean to him? Am I just disposable? I cringe against the harsh wooden post as the first strike comes and I wince, trying hard to not just crumble on the ground. I’m not that weak.[/color] But I’m bleeding so much and am so weak that I really just don’t know how much more I can take. He then comes at me again, this time much harder and stronger. I bite back some yelps and cries, only releasing a hoarse whimper. My head’s spinning uncontrollably and I’m shaking too much for me to control. Please pass out, just let me pass out.[/color] Jack stops and starts yelling at the Peacekeeper, but I’m too focused on the pain to hear what he’s saying. I know that standing up to a Peacekeeper, though, will not end well for him, no matter what political position he has.

But this is the end of the line for me. I’m going to be taken to the DC again and I’m not even sure I’ll make it out unscathed this time. Another whimper escapes me and I even grip onto the post with my one hand, horrified. I don’t want to go back to there. My eyes finally find Jack, pleading with him. Don’t let me go there, Jack.[/color] I don’t care that he’s just whipped me – I don’t want to be faced with the horrors of the DC again. Please, Jack, please don’t take me there.[/color]

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