Delicious Death }} Loren

The reaping was yesterday. What a disappointment that was. It wasn’t me- just like usual I was left out, whilst two others from my district got to go and have the time of their lives… Not that they saw it that way. Them, just like the many before them see it as a death wish, as something that no one from this district would ever want to be part of. But they were wrong, so very wrong and it pained me to think that for another year I was stuck at home, trying to find other ways to entertain myself. It was hard you know, hard to find things that left you craving for more, but I was able to find it. If the capitol wasn’t going to accept me into their little games, then just like before, I was going to have to make my own. I needed to hear someone scream, I needed to see the pain on someone’s face, I needed to hear a mother sobs as their child was taken from this world by one flick of a deadly blade. The games hadn’t begun yet, so that meant I was left sitting around, waiting for that moment the tributes would be let out into the arena, waiting for that moment where death would once again enter my life leaving me satisfied and hungry for more.

Shrugging on a worn old jumper I leave the safety of the place I call my home and head out into the streets. It was the early morning and not a whisper of sound could be heard through the dying streets of District 12. People would be huddled away in their homes, praising the lord that their child was safe for another year. My parents wouldn’t be, I laugh to myself, my eyes flashing with the memory of them lying dead at my feet, no, they wouldn’t be praying for me… not anytime soon either. With a sly smile I allow the thought of my parents to slip into the back of my mind where they would remain unnoticed. They didn’t need me to think of them, actually if I thought about it long enough, I think that they would be disgusted to have me think about them, after all I was not that perfect son that they had always wanted. The thought makes a flash of anger surge through me but after a moment the anger is gone and the warm sensation of happiness begins to flow through my veins again.

Today was a new day, a new day for me, for the district and for my victim. I had a feeling that today was going to be a fantastic day. I knew it was- how could it not be? I was about to wander into the deadly quiet streets of my home and terrorise one poor soul, life could not get much better. Smiling I enter the streets. A lonely mouse ran across the deserted space between one building and another, its small feet scrapping wildly along the grimy cement. My eyes follow the darting creature with amusement- now that was a sign that I was used to, the fear in the creatures eyes, the scent of terror that seemed to radiate from it in huge waves. It was all so familiar, and it was all so welcoming at the same time. Like someone would drink a cup of tea, I drank in the image and the scent of the mouse, my whole body seeming to warm as the fear and terror entered my bloodstream making my heart beat steadier, making my smile seem more genuine.

Soon I was no longer in the crowded parts of district 12 but in the empty out skirts where an old abandoned factory stood tall and proud. I tilt my head to the side slightly as I near the building, curiosity burning deep within my veins. I had walked past this building many times before, and each time something within me had started buzzing as though I was a magnet and it was my piece of metal. I take a quick peak over my shoulder before heading towards the mysterious building, shadows eating me up, hiding me from view.