The Road to the Uprising (Open)
Apr 25, 2010 17:05:03 GMT -5
Post by Matt on Apr 25, 2010 17:05:03 GMT -5
Ceasara Finnicky
Never, EVER, look back. Just keep running. There is nothing for you back there.
I follow my mind, zigzagging through the trees in the forest. My pack bounces against my back, filled with food, my diary, and my newest invention, which could come in handy if I see any animal. I don't want to have the same fate as my mother. I think back to the time where me and my father had invented this weapon. I had been busy drawing the blueprint while he made multiple runs to the hardware store. "Ceasara, how much metal will we need?" "Ceasara, how much rope will we need?" It got to be a little annoying at times, but I wouldn't dare talk back to him. I know he suffers just as much as I do. I wipe away the tears as I think of my father. Now that I am gone, he will have nothing. Everything he had ever loved will be gone, because of me. But I can't think of that. I am running away for the both of us. To avenge my mother and my sister. I had heard rumors of a group called the Uprising. They were there to bring down the Capitol, to prevent innocent teens like my sister from being murdered by their cruel Games. The Uprising was everything I live for.
After running for a long time and making sure no one was following me, I rest at a large tree. I stare into my pack longingly, wanting to gulp down the single water bottle I had brought with me. But that had to last me for who knows how long. Eventually, my thirst overcomes me. I start with a few sips. Then a few gulps. Soon, I had drank every last drop of the only water I had. I curse at myself. Why do I have to be such an idiot? I pull out my weapon. I reverse-engineer it in my brain, remembering every step I took to make it. It looks like a basic handgun, but with two triggers. The first is to set out a net, trapping the prey. The second trigger was used for sending electric currents through the net, bringing excruciating pain to it's victim. Suddenly, I hear something in a nearby bush. My gun is automatically pointed. "Wh-Who's there?" I choke out with my small voice. My finger is on the first trigger, ready to shoot if anything attacks me.
[/size]Never, EVER, look back. Just keep running. There is nothing for you back there.
I follow my mind, zigzagging through the trees in the forest. My pack bounces against my back, filled with food, my diary, and my newest invention, which could come in handy if I see any animal. I don't want to have the same fate as my mother. I think back to the time where me and my father had invented this weapon. I had been busy drawing the blueprint while he made multiple runs to the hardware store. "Ceasara, how much metal will we need?" "Ceasara, how much rope will we need?" It got to be a little annoying at times, but I wouldn't dare talk back to him. I know he suffers just as much as I do. I wipe away the tears as I think of my father. Now that I am gone, he will have nothing. Everything he had ever loved will be gone, because of me. But I can't think of that. I am running away for the both of us. To avenge my mother and my sister. I had heard rumors of a group called the Uprising. They were there to bring down the Capitol, to prevent innocent teens like my sister from being murdered by their cruel Games. The Uprising was everything I live for.
After running for a long time and making sure no one was following me, I rest at a large tree. I stare into my pack longingly, wanting to gulp down the single water bottle I had brought with me. But that had to last me for who knows how long. Eventually, my thirst overcomes me. I start with a few sips. Then a few gulps. Soon, I had drank every last drop of the only water I had. I curse at myself. Why do I have to be such an idiot? I pull out my weapon. I reverse-engineer it in my brain, remembering every step I took to make it. It looks like a basic handgun, but with two triggers. The first is to set out a net, trapping the prey. The second trigger was used for sending electric currents through the net, bringing excruciating pain to it's victim. Suddenly, I hear something in a nearby bush. My gun is automatically pointed. "Wh-Who's there?" I choke out with my small voice. My finger is on the first trigger, ready to shoot if anything attacks me.
