New Master [Open]

Gwen's breath caught when the door opened. She had been expecting some evil creature that had crawled out of a chasm in the earth however what stood there now was a different story.
Pink. Her skin was pink. It sparkled to, in the light shining in from the glass wall that covered the other side of the hallway.
The woman, well woman couldn't really describe her. She looked to be only a few years older than Gwen, more like a girl than anything.
The girl took the clipboard and signed it in a large loopy Capitol signature. Even their handwriting was strange.
The green-eyed man attempted a smile, failed, and proceeded to walk to the elevator to leave. The Peacekeeper, however, hovered in the hallway for a bit longer, watching Gwen.
Gwen stared, blank faced, at the Capitol girl who she would be living with and serving.
Typical Capitol citizen. Odd surgical changes and bubbly smiles. Well this girl couldn't do anything Gwen, she wasn't like the large Training center guards. She was young and about the size of Gwen herself. However this girl was thinner, and hadn't labored in a District and the Training Center for her life.
Gwen could easily walk into the apartment and, after the Peacekeeper had entered the elevator, through a punch and knock the girl out.
She could escape this very moment and as Gwen looked at the Capitol girl taking her in, she set her mind on it.
Gwen took a step to the door and the Peacekeeper swung into the elevator, pressing a button and let the doors start to close.
Her fingers curled into a fist as Gwen crossed the threshold of her new "Home." She spun around, and started to lift her arm but her mind opened the file she had tried to erase from her memory.
Mental pictures of the dying Avox crossed her vision and Gwen choked a little, letting her arm fall to her side.
She couldn't bring herself do it. Her brain had actually taken the time to calculate the consequences this time and they ween't good.
Instead, Gwen stood still, hands at her sides and eyes to the floor... waiting.
Waiting to receive a command, waiting to be sent away.
Waiting to just die.

Gwen was pleased when she saw her "master's" eyes dilate with fear. She could use her. She could scare her. However when Gwen relaxed her tight muscles the girl merely bubbled up again and bounced up a flight of stairs to what the girl announced as her room.
Gwen didn't know what to think. The room was nice, extremely nice for an Avox, but she didn't want to like her new owner, she didn't want to feel grateful. Gwen insisted on holding on to the fury that the Capitol made her feel and tried to aim it at this girl.
The girl actually made her feel more annoyed than anger because the next thing that came out of this silly Capitol girl's mouth was a question. Did she expect Gwen to answer?
Gwen raised an eyebrow and glared at the girl until the bubbly character spouted out a "Duh!" and skipped out of the room.
She reentered with a notepad and pen and handed them to Gwen. She was supposed to write her name but Avox aren't supposed to have communications with anyone! Gwen wasn't even sure if she could still write her name, she hadn't written anything down in years!
If the officials found out she was communicating with this girl she could be killed.
Gwen pushed the girl's hands away, trying to put distance between herself and the objects. She just wanted to get an order and be done with it. She wasn't Gwen Halls here, that was the Gwen that lived in District 8. In the Capitol she was an Avox, a mute servant of the people that lived there.
Here she didn't have a name, and even if she did Gwen wasn't sure if she wanted this girl to know it.

Gwen followed the girl through the apartment however she wasn't really listening. The Avox was still thinking about how the girl had asked for her name as if she was talking to a normal citizen. To the people in the Capitol, Avoxs don't have names they're just the people in the white tunics that bring them food and take away their dishes.
On top of that the girl didn't even have the decency to tell Gwen her name. Until she did Gwen decided to give the girl a name. She always liked naming people back home in District Eight and it usually irritated her if someone, in Gwen's mind, looked like a "Rose" but was named "Sonya."
After studying the girl as they passed through the many rooms Gwen came to a decision.
Trixy.
One day back in Eight before Gwen's escape attempt and capture, she had been walking to the factory when a squirrel had scurried into her path. It had big eyes and a large fluffy tail that didn't seem to fit its body. Its fur was spotted with the morning dew making it sparkle in the early sun. Gwen had named it Trixy and smuggled the squirrel into the Factory in her bag. During the day she would check up on Trixy, who had seemed to like it Gwen's bag. The girl had shone true affection for the animal so when a Peacekeeper caught her and took the animal away she had been heart broken.
The sparkling implants in her master's skin reminded Gwen of the animal and Gwen now related the two, giving them the same name in the process.
They swerved into the kitchen where Trixy sat down and ordered a glass of tea with lemon. Finally, something real to do.
Gwen set to work, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and setting it on the counter. The glass was spotless and it made Gwen wonder who had cleaned it, perhaps a previous Avox.
The Avox swung open the refrigerator, an appliance she had gotten use to working with in the Capitol, and searched its depths. There wasn't any already made. Gwen would have grumbled under her breath but had to settle for a soft sigh. Taking a tea bag from a package in a drawer and setting it in the glass, she moved to the sink.
While making the beverage, Gwen pretended it was for a friend. Someone from District 8, or an Avox she had become acquainted with in the Training Center.
When she had finished, Gwen dropped a lemon slice into the liquid and turned to present it to Trixy. On the outside of the glass, condensation had begun to build up, making Gwen's grip on the glass slick and uncertain.
Gwen couldn't help but smile at the fact that she had named her new master after a squirrel, or the fact that she had named her at all.
The things that Gwen thinks sometimes... be grateful she can't talk.