fear for my {:s a f e t y:} | (Cleo/Tris) [Blitz]

Being a trickster was all about keeping yourself ahead of the game. I had to find out just where a person bent, and read their every move. After reading so many faces that were trying so very hard to hide their true feelings, I had taught myself to understand them, the faces people made. It was like I could see their thoughts. On the surface, Cleo was being nice when she turned down my offer, but I could see the gears beneath her skull turning, and I guessed it was because she didn't want to form an emotional bond with anyone, which was understandable, in order for her to go free, everyone, including myself had to die.

I smiled, and sat down in the seat across from her. Something about her intrigued me, what exactly? I had no clue. Perhaps it was that she refused to budge, not one bit. She was powerful. I plopped another piece of orange into my mouth, and was satisfied with a taste that reminded me of home. When my parents were still alive, they would save up and by each of us an orange- Damea and me. It was sort of a treat for staying out of trouble, which I found ironic because I was currently blasting two hundred miles an hour toward my death. Definitely not what I would call staying out of trouble. I pulled my foot up so that it, too rested on the plush seat with me, and finished the orange off. Laying my head on my knee, I glanced over at her. "It's uh.. Drace," I delighted. It was there, that old warmth that filled my voice and comforted people into doing what I wanted them to do.

Really, if I had ever tried, I probably could have talked someone in to jumping off of a cliff if I so desired. Fortunately, i had never come to that before. But a sharp thought stabbed me in the stomach when I realized it would come to that soon, and there was not a damn thing I could do about it. I couldn't help wondering if I would kill in the games. Surely, when the time came, I would have to, or die. But, honestly, fear that I would enjoy it was what bothered me the most. Death had played a major role in the harsh, unforgiving act that was my life, what if it used me as a beacon for it's sickly pleasures? What if I wasn't good enough, and it just consumed me, instead?

"You seem pretty calm about all of this, and frankly, it is scaring the hell out of me." I said, a joking twinkle sparkling in my eye. It was true, though, every word. She had a strong spirit, one not easily disturbed. One that could take all of this and smile, because she truly thought she could win. I was envious of her confidence, and wish I had it instead. Maybe if I did, I could smile again. A real smile, not on that was forced. Maybe I would tell myself that I was going home, and that Val and Damea would be there, arms out-stretched before them, welcoming me back. Sadly, though, I didn't.



I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems blow
welcome to the new age, to the new age
welcome to the new age, to the new age
this is it, the apocalypse