{c o u p} [Semper/Rook]
Dec 28, 2012 19:48:27 GMT -5
Post by rook on Dec 28, 2012 19:48:27 GMT -5
{ m e l l o r c a r r u t h e r s }
"and what a golden opportunity this is..."
[/i][/right]i woke up
stronger than ever
driven by big waves of fire
to run and yell all the way
nothing can hurt me today
I don't be relyin' on others for support. That much has always been clear to those who know me. Yet I'm caught in a situation I never thought I would be, stuck in a world outside a world with no compass or map to tell me right from wrong. I don't know what day it is anymore, when I used to have a daily routine. The only routine I got now is eat, drink n' sleep. It's all changed so fast, and I don't like it one bit. No other way round it though, this be' the only answer to the big problem, so there ain't no point sulking 'bout it, just best to get on with my life.
It's clear now that no matter how much I want otherwise, I am gonna be relying on others, especially 'cause I'm all on my own now. Used to have Grandma, she was a sweet old thing, but even she came to an end. She was all I had left, no Ma', no Pa', no nothin’. Only Grandma, but she was old, and though wise, she couldn't hold on. We all die, and I'm used to grieving, what with my parents dying when I was around three, but still it hurt. She gave such good advice, she did. Like I just turned eighteen, but Grandma didn't see me as a man, she grounded me and made me be all respectful and saying that a man's not a man by age, but by his mind. Would she see me as a man now? Now that I’m out of it all.
Now I am alone.
Ain't really alone out here. Got the birds that chitter-chatter to each other high above me, saying things that I can only imagine. Got the crickets and the critters that chirp and chime through the woodland. Got the badgers and owls that lurk in dawn's thin shadows. Got no girl by my side nor is there a friendly face in miles. I miss it. I ain't lying, I really do. Sure it was unbearable at times, even to a point where I wanted to hurt the people who made our lives hell, make 'em squeal. Yet now it ain't so bad. This voyage into the unknown makes me scared, no doubt because I have no idea how this will go, or what will happen to me at the end of it, but I got no choice. I learned the truth and now questions need answering.
You ever stumble across something in your life and wish you didn't? That's how I feel. It's like there's a new fire burning inside of me. A secret I cannot possibly hope to understand, and yet it drives me, makes me want to dig, to discover. It's one of those things that you don't want to find out, but deep down you know you have to. Destiny, they call it. Lil’ Mellor Carruthers never was one to be something big, have a dream or be part of some destiny... Yet lil’ Mellor ain’t so lil’ anymore. He’s a man. He’s six foot three, built from labor and got a heap of sense about him now. Not a kid... A man, hopefully in the eyes of everyone. ‘Cause a boy don’t survive long as a wanderer, that’s for sure.
The past few days have been tough. Since leaving District Six, the weather’s gotten worse. Snowstorms and hailstorms and all kinds of storms been coming down without warning. Too many times have I found myself taking refuge in a cave or under a tree for several hours. I’ve always hated winter, this is one of the reasons. Can’t go back though, and even if I’m not always sure which direction I’m headed in, I have to keep moving. I have to get to the Capitol.
Y’see, that’s what this is all about. That’s why I left District Six. My Grandma, on her death bed she told me that I didn’t know the truth, that there was something she had covered up for years. She told me where to go, and who to ask for. Needless to say when I turned up at the ol’ research facility where my folks used to work, they turned me away. It was like they knew who I was, and that they didn’t want me poking around for answers. ‘Course this only made me hungrier for the truth, more relentless to find out what the hell is going on. So, I snuck in at night, went into that Mister Jah-hon-son’s room, dug into that cabinet that Grandma told me to. I don’t read too good, but I saw their faces. I saw the pictures of my parents. I also saw a word stamped over each of their profiles, a word in big red letters that covered the entire page like it defined them.
Capitol.
They ain’t dead. That scares me, it does. It’s like my whole life has been a lie. How long has Grandma known and not told me? It makes me angry to think that she kept this from me, but everything is for a reason, or so she used to say. Probably for my own good, so that I wouldn’t do what I’m doing right now – Going on some crazy goose chase, looking for them. I want answers. Why did they leave me? Why are they in the Capitol? Where does this leave me? Questions I fear will not be answered when I get there. Questions I find myself obsessing over at night time. Maybe I just want to see them. Maybe I miss them. I haven’t seen them since I was ‘bout three, so there’s not a lot I remember, yet I still know their faces when I see them. Grandma meant for me to do this, ‘else she wouldn’t have told me ‘bout it on her death bed. Right?
I’m on one of my silences. It’s been four days since I took my vow of silence, in respect for the Avox population of Panem. It’s a ritual thing that I’ve been doing for a few years now. My vows can last for weeks, maybe months at a time. This one is only a week though, and it don’t mean much anyway seeing as there’s no one out here. S’pose that if I come across any Peacekeepers and they ask me questions, my silence will just make them think I’m an Avox anyway. Won’t stop them killing me. Yet I enjoy my silence today. It allows me to think clearer, and enjoy the sounds of the winter forest.
I come out of my cave as the sun hangs low in the morning sky. It’s pretty, it’s dim glow making the sky glitter purple with the leftover light of the stars from the night before. Winter-y, is how I’d describe it. Fresh snow lies on the ground, my favorite kind. I feel the satisfying crunch of the compacted snow beneath the tough leather of my boots. I sling my rucksack over my well built shoulders, whilst my eyes search the spaces between the trees. Danger could be anywhere. This is my life now, like it or not.
My plan for today is to get to higher ground. From atop a hill or something, I can assess the best route to the Capitol. I know roughly the direction I have to head, but I can’t be certain unless I get a visual on the border of Six. I start pressing onwards up a large sloping hill that puts my legs to the test. Ripred, it's a lot of effort. Each step is a burning fire on lactic acid in my quads. My physical fitness is the only thing keeping me going besides the determination that fades with each growing day.
Fatigue sets in pretty quickly, and it’s not long before I slump against a black-bark tree, reaching for my metal flask to take a drink of lukewarm soup that I prepared. I ain't cut out for this. My eyes are tired and my face lashed with the icy wind. The soup takes my thoughts away from the climate and back to my ultimate goal of getting to the Capitol. The impossible task. All the while the winter woods around me echo my silence, like they too are being respectful during my religious vow for Avoxes everywhere.
i just can't recognize myself
tears of joy run over my face
my sensations reach the limit
nothing can hurt me today
living for a thrill
[/i][/right]tears of joy run over my face
my sensations reach the limit
nothing can hurt me today
living for a thrill
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