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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato Apr 6, 2014 23:34:41 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Apr 6, 2014 23:34:41 GMT -5

Matthias Evander Birch

The words haunt every waking second of every single day. His words spread across his face as he lunged forward volunteering, and I didn't even say goodbye. What kind of ignorant fool am I? Had I known he would never return to the district, I would have ran for the opportunity, but I didn't, and he's gone now. He was the only one deserving of the crown, but he was slaughtered- destroyed before my very eyes, and nobody cared. They laughed as anger surged through me; they don't understand the pain living inside watching someone I care about die on the screen. He had a chance of winning. He's made it farther than anyone in the family, but he died. I couldn't save him, and I'll never forgive myself for it. I'll never forgive myself for not saying bye to him as it was the last time I'd ever see him alive.

Hours turned into days when he left, but it wasn't soon enough. The two for training didn't make the least bit of sense, but it was Ares and nothing will change. He changed my life as I watched him train every single day in the academy. He was the strongest there was, but he wasn't strong enough for the games. Watching him bleed out on the screen in front of everyone as the girl ran away with his stuff. He was gone before he had a chance. He didn't get to say anything, but she was gone. Nothing means anything anymore because death is only a word; people fear death, and sometimes I don't think I do. Dying would send me home to Ares, Hannah, Beatrice, and Cassius, but the rest of my family would mourn the death of another Birch, but they would get over it, just like they have the others if not easier.

My hands wrap around the hilt of a sword as I fling it through the air slicing the head clean off a dummy. I watched others do this many times, and I will be the best career there ever was, but it's what I know- training for the games, and preparing for my slaughter. One day I'll fight in the games, and die the death the other's die. I won't be the lucky Birch in the games. Well, I don't want in the games as it would end with my face in the sky when the day was over. I wouldn't return home alive as I'm not worthy of wearing the crown- nobody is. Murdering innocent people for survival isn't the way life should be, but it's how I'm trained. I'm trained for murder, and it's against nobody's morals, not even mine unless I start thinking.

My eyes flash around the career center wondering what Ares, Hannah, Beatrice, and Cassius would be doing if they were here right now. I often lurked in the shadows watching them train as they were better than me- everyone is better than me, though. I love swords, but there's so many other weapons longing for the chance of being in my hands flying through the air. I grip the sword tighter charging at the dummy in front of me sending the tip of the sword through the target on the chest. Fighting a dummy is easy, but what would it be like fighting another human? I couldn't kill anyone- not even if my life depended on it. It's against the morals. I'm a career, and it's how they want me to act; they want to turn me into a murderer, but I won't allow it.

I glance around the room again, and my eyes land on my older brother, Apollo. He's a career just as Ares. He's a fighter, and he loves proving he's the best. He's cocky and arrogant, and one day he'll end up in the games. I think he'd have what it took to wear the crown of glory, but he'd have to survive, and being arrogant isn't worth surviving. I place the sword on the weapon rack before moving around the center slowly easing towards him. Startling him wouldn't be any good as he'd kill me in a heartbeat. I stop behind him and watch him shoot for a bit, and I want to know how he does it, how he shoots so well. Maybe if I've practiced long enough, I'd figure it out, but he's the best. I slowly move off to the side before cocking my head slightly, afraid.

"Hey bro. What up?"

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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato Apr 7, 2014 0:11:49 GMT -5

Post by Cato on Apr 7, 2014 0:11:49 GMT -5

Apollo Birch

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There had been no need to say goodbye to Ares. For as long as I can remember the two of us trained for the moment that one of us would be in the games. Lucky bastard got in before me. I didn't mind him getting in though. Seeing him train day after day always produced satisfying results. When it came time for the reaping, he volunteered as I knew he would. We discussed this shortly before the reaping. Who would volunteer if neither of us were reaped. So began our competition to determine which one of us would volunteer. Ares won the competition naturally. The man was gifted with weapons. He made me proud killing someone in the arena. Killing arguably the strongest tribute in the games brought honor to his name. That man was related to a victor, but it didn't matter in the end. Day seven came. That cocky fool allowed himself to die. Now I'm stuck here at the academy without a suitable training partner.

I pick up my all too familiar bow. This is the only thing left that I truly care about. No one else matters to me anymore. I did love Ares, but now he's gone. Killed by that girl from one. Ares easily could have won the games. No one could kill him in a straight up fight. What Ares did had been cocky. Letting his guard down like he already won the fight spelled his doom. He deserved to die for that. I tried telling him that you never let your guard down in the arena, yet that's exactly what happened. I'll miss him of course, but seeing him die for his arrogance will always be why I train now. Arrogance will not be tolerated by me. It cost Ares his life. I need to submerge myself to training. Nothing else matters to me anymore. No one from my family will ever understand this. I notch an arrow in my bow and prepare to fire at the dummy some yards away from me.

"Hey bro. What up?" I release my arrow prematurely. Damn idiot messing with me! I watch the arrow miss the target. Anger flows in my veins now. Like the blood coursing throughout my body so to does the anger flow. My idiotic brother just crossed the line in my eyes. I turn around to study him for one moment before striking him hard in the face. I notch another arrow in my bow before holding the tip of the arrow at his throat. "Tell my brother why did you interrupt me?" I meant to be much kinder, but doing this to my brother is oddly satisfying. "Perfection. That's why I strive for, but you ruined that. It'll be your last mistake."

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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato Apr 7, 2014 10:00:22 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Apr 7, 2014 10:00:22 GMT -5

Matthias Evander Birch

It's always a fatal mistake asking a career anything while they are training, and it's no different with Apollo. He's serious about training, and he longs for his chance of being in the games, and watching him train shows nothing different. The moment the words flee my mouth, I know it's not going to turn out well. Apollo, my brother, isn't one who will mess around. He hates when he's interrupted especially when it causes him to miss the target. Normally, I'd laugh, but it's not a laughing matter. He spins around with his hand high in the air connecting with my jaw. Pain surges through my body, but it's nothing compared to the pain people feel as others hack them into pieces. This'll go away soon, but those in the games are never the same.

"Tell my brother why did you interrupt me?" His words are words of anger, but it doesn't mean anything. He's always angry, and I fully believe it's because Ares volunteered before him, but his anger has grown more and more over the last few days. A small chuckle escapes from my lips as a smile slowly forms on my face as he notches another arrow and this time, he points it at my throat. He's going to kill me, and he doesn't know killing me would set me free- I wouldn't live with the career burden anymore. I am not a murderer, but it's what they want of me, and I'll make sure it's what I live up to no matter what. "Perfection. That's why I strive for, but you ruined that. It'll be your last mistake."

His words are laced with anger, daring, but it's never one for anyone to judge me. Apollo is different, and it wouldn't be the same if I told him he was different. Nothing makes sense in the life he lives. All I know is he yearns for the best. I fully believe he'll receive it one day. Laughter fills the air softly around me as my eyes stare into his. Fear is something I've been taught not to fear, and this arrow placed so easily against my throat isn't going to change it. My life is in his hands, and it's a chance for him as he wants to murder- maybe I'll be his first. My eyes meet his as I stare carefully wondering what his next move is. "Bro, you wouldn't kill your own blood out of cold nature would you?" My words aren't much, but hopefully he'll see what I mean.

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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato Apr 19, 2014 14:11:40 GMT -5

Post by Cato on Apr 19, 2014 14:11:40 GMT -5

Apollo Birch

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"Bro, you wouldn't kill your own blood out of cold nature would you?" Evander is more foolish then I thought. If both of us were in the games, I wouldn't hesitate to kill him. He needs to learn that only the strong survive. If he's too worried about living that'll only hinder him in the long run. Viciousness not kindness will be my path to winning the games if I happen to be reaped. Evander is weak. If Ares couldn't win the games no way will Evander live. To make matters worse the Birches don't seem to care about Ares dying. They cheered him on to win the games and come home, but his death stopped that. Now they only care about restoring the respect our name once had in the district. I want to be feared by people. My actions will do more for me than mere words.

"You don't know me brother. If killing you furthers my goal of being the best then why would I stop hmm?" What a fool to think I'd show him mercy. In this world you do what it takes to survive. If you have to kill people you love then so be it. I refuse to be held back by love for my family. Affection is weakness in my mind. The only person I cared for died in the games. Only Ares truly understood me. Both of us were like twins in what we did. Always eating and training together. Evander knows nothing of me. I'm ashamed to be called a Birch not for them dying in the games, but the behavior the family is showing toward them dying. It's like they didn't exist in everyone else's mind.

"You underestimate my resolve to be the best." The arrow tip is still aimed at his throat. Despite what I've said killing him here will only get me arrested. I take the arrow and drive it into his arm. Blood stains his shirt which only makes me chuckle. Maybe now he'll understand my bid for perfection. If I have to isolate everyone in order to be the best that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. There is no room for mercy in the games. Ares proved that by killing Argonite after the latter saved him day one. Ares joining that pack of wolves proved to be beneficial to all. In the end though Ares was killed. That will not happen to me if I'm in the games. Constant training will hone my skills.

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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato Apr 19, 2014 18:52:50 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Apr 19, 2014 18:52:50 GMT -5

Matthias Evander Birch

It's never been more obvious when someone doesn't want me in their presence. The way he looks at me, the way he talks to me, the way he thinks I'm a bug. It's always me screwing something up, and it's always pointed out. It feels like I'm incapable of doing anything right. I thought it would end the moment my life was destroyed forever, but it appears it hasn't. Apollo trains hard for the games, and it was a stupid mistake standing in his way, but nothing matters now. He's going to kill me just like that guy from nine killed Hannah and the girl from one killed Ares.

If he wants my life ended, I'll let him destroy it- I won't put up a fight or anything. The way he turned around to face me without any fear, the way he placed the arrow against my neck shows me how simple my death would be; all he has to do is release the arrow. "Go ahead. Kill me. If that's what you truly want to do. I'll be from from this world. I'll travel to where Cassius, Beatrice, Hannah, and Ares are living. I'll see life through their eyes. I'm not afraid, and I'll never be afraid." My eyes never leave his. No emotion wipes across my face as he stands in front of me with the capabilty of murdering me within a possible seconds. I don't know why, but he won't release, and for a split second I think he cares, but I should no better than that. "Relase it Apollo! You know you want to!"

And release the arrow he does, only it's not at my neck. The tip of the arrow flies into my shoulder penetrating deep through the skin. The tip of my fingers begin tingling as the pressure from the arrow stops only causing my hand to grow numb. My entire body yells at me to scream, but showing him the pain would only give him victory, and I don't want that. I raise my left hand into the air grabbing the end of the arrow before jerking it out of my shoulder completely. All feeling in my right hand goes away. I try moving my fingers, but nothing happens. "You haven't won, Apollo. You'll never win. You should have just killed me while you had the chance." I take the tip of the arrow and send it aiming straight towards his head. I'm stronger. I'm better. I'll be the career they want me to be.

Blood pours from the hole on my arm where the arrow hit, but it doesn't matter. It's just a wound someone will clean up later. My eyes gaze down at my hand wondering if it'll move- I just need my fingers to twitch slightly, and a grin appears on my face as the feeling slowly returns. "Maybe I'm not the weak one, bro. You could have killed me but you chose not to. You could have sent me away from the world forever, I would have never been able to mess up again. I'd finally be loved. I'd be with people who care about me because it's obvious nobody here cares about me. Maybe one day, I'll be set free. It's what I want after all."

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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato May 4, 2014 18:26:13 GMT -5

Post by Cato on May 4, 2014 18:26:13 GMT -5

Apollo Birch

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"Go ahead. Kill me. If that's what you truly want to do. I'll be from from this world. I'll travel to where Cassius, Beatrice, Hannah, and Ares are living." My brother is pathetic. He doesn't ever have enough guts to stick up for himself. If this is how Matthias is like when threatened with death, he's a lost cause already. The fool doesn't know this is only a taste of what could happen in the arena. Without Ares here, I need someone else to train with. I thought Matthias might be that person, but it would appear I'm wrong. How I miss my cousin Ares. We were always so close despite our competitive nature. No one else shares that drive that Ares and I have inside us. I will never find someone like Ares again. Life in the district just isn't the same and never will be. I'm alive so what. I want to be with Ares not the rest of these failures.

I see Matthias yank the arrow tip out of him. Blood pours out the wound which makes me smile. No screams of pain or anger. He must not want me to have this 'victory'. "You haven't won, Apollo. You'll never win." Such words will get him killed. I'm the embodiment of perfection. Everything I do now will only pay off once I'm in the arena killing my foes. I only need to show everyone else in the district that next games the honor of being tribute is mine. "How would you know this? You're weak. You deserve to die. It should be you that's dead not Ares." If I could strip myself of the Birch name I would. Not one of them feels the pain I do. It stings to know Ares' death has affected just me. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone was jealous of the raw power Ares had. He damn near won the games after being motionless for an entire day. I doubt anyone else would have lived in his scenario. Such a man deserved to win.

"I'd finally be loved. I'd be with people who care about me because it's obvious nobody here cares about me." The arrow tip he removed cuts right into my cheek. Finally Matthias is showing a backbone. This is the man he needs to be. This is what I need from someone. The arrow tip is only the beginning. I need to push him harder if he's going to be ready for the games. Everyone else might be a lost cause, but I will try my hardest to get someone else ready. No one will have the potential Ares had, but that's okay. Even I don't come close to his power. I'm alive though and can pass on what I learned with him. If suffering a minor cheek wound brings out the monster in Matthias then so be it. Everyone has that demon in them. It's up to me to restore honor to the Birch name even if I don't want to be one.

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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato May 4, 2014 19:02:10 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on May 4, 2014 19:02:10 GMT -5

Matthias Evander Birch

My hands shake at my side as my anger towards Apollo grows stronger and stronger. Blood pounds through my head bouncing through the my skull piece by piece as red flashes before my eyes. He wants me to be a monster. He wants me to embrace the ways of a career, something I've never taken seriously before. My hands ball into fists before releasing carefully at my side. My cheeks burn red as the blood flows to my head prancing around capturing the true meaning of being alive. If this is what he wants, so be it. Flames leap before my face bouncing around the walls of the training center before stopping right in front of my dearest brother. Oh how my hatred grows for him. Little does he know what's going on inside me- he has no right thinking he's the only one mourning, yet he does, and that's something I won't let slip by- not this time.

"How would you know this? You're weak. You deserve to die. It should be you that's dead not Ares." Sticks and stone can break my bones, but words cannot harm me is by far the stupidest saying I've heard in my entire life. Words can break people down, can shatter the life living inside them, can ruin a person who was already ruined. I stood there for a moment allowing the words to sink in as they bounced around my skull echoing from the walls repeating over and over again. My jaw clenches together tightly grinding my teeth on top of one another. Words leave scars embedding into a heart forever, but the scars of weapons can go away. The words lie much deeper, most the the time it's impossible to forgive. The things people say can't be taken back, and this is one of those. Maybe he's right. Maybe I should be the one buried six feet under the ground never to see light again. It would make his life better knowing Ares is alive, but he's not. He's dead, and nothing will bring him back, and Apollo, of all people, should know this.

Words, trapped inside my brain bounce through my skull flashing before my eyes. He doesn't understand this at all. He'll never feel the pain flowing through my body each and every day. I'll never forgive myself as I watched Ares die. I was glad it wasn't me, but nobody deserves to die, not even Ares or Apollo, or me. Maybe I do, and he said I do. Ares deserves to be alive out of all people in the arena, he should have been the one to return home, and the way I'm sulking around will never bring him back to life. I can't help but laugh as the arrow dives into his cheek. It's the best moment ever. My life isn't a piece of meat waiting to be eaten, I will fight with all I have, and if it's not for myself, it'll be for Ares, Hannah, Beatrice, and Cassius. I will not let them die in vain. My heart races rapidly under my chest as my eyes flash around the room looking for anything to prove my strength. A monster lays inside me waiting to be released. It'll be the moment we all need, for the monster to fly through the air prepared to slaughter everyone in my way. My eyes meet his before looking down at my shoulder where blood still pours from my wound.

My feet carry me over towards the weapon table where several different weapons are laying in front of me. A sword shines brightly, but it's not a sword I'm looking at, it's an axe just like the one the guy from seven used to cut that little girl from four into pieces. This axe will be my friend as I drink the blood pouring from the blade while everyone watches. I'll show every person alive what the Birches are capable of. I'll grow strong, and who knows, maybe I will be the one to restore honor to the rest of the family. I pick the axe of before heading back over to where Apollo is standing. My eyes meet his as my tongue runs across my teeth."You want to train brother, we'll train right here right now."

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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato Jun 8, 2014 12:55:30 GMT -5

Post by Cato on Jun 8, 2014 12:55:30 GMT -5

Apollo Birch

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Evander's feet carry him toward a table full of weapons. The idiot thinks by grabbing an axe that makes him tough? Worthy of stepping into Ares' shoes? I'm tired of this crap. Evander is horrible career and never will make me proud. He should be the one dead in the ground. If not for Ares the Birches would have no honor. He brought back what little honor our name has. That our family isn't so worthless after all. No one in this family will ever be able to replicate the success Ares had. If Evander wants death then death I shall give him. It saddens me to realize Ares had been the only one taking the ideals of a career seriously enough. His placement in the games proves that. No one else in the family comes close to his success.

"You want to train brother, we'll train right here right now." Perfect. He does want to die. I don't bother answering him, but walk over to grab a sword that resembles the one Ares used. If Evander wants a slow and agonizing death who am I to stop him? I'm done being part of the family. No one takes Ares' death seriously enough. So now I will be reborn. Free of the Birch name. If Evander wants to be worthy of a career, he will need to shed the Birch name. The Birches are doomed to failure. I refuse to be dragged down by them. I shall forge my own destiny.

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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato Jun 15, 2014 11:33:16 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Jun 15, 2014 11:33:16 GMT -5

Matthias Evander Birch

Standing here in front of Apollo makes me realize two things. One, I'll never make him proud. I'll never show him I'm worthy of being called his brother because he's better than me. He thinks he's better than me, but deep inside I know he's better than me. Even after the death of Ares, he still stood in the career center training harder. He has what it takes to win the games if he doesn't let his ego get in the way. Two, his ego is his fatal flaw. The way I see him walking through the training center with his head held high because he knows he's better than everyone, and that makes me angry. Never once in my life has he stopped to help me when I'm in need. It's like he doesn't even acknowledge my existence, and I am his brother, yet I'm unworthy of calling him bro.

He walks over and grabs a sword. The same sword I saw many times in the games as Ares fought; the same one he murdered with. My hand tightens around the handle of the axe. Red flashes before my eyes. An iron hand wraps around my throat choking the life out of me. My heart races under my chest trying to being the life back into my body. The tips of my fingers start tingling as my chest feels tighter and tighter. My head throbs every time my heart beats. My eyes feel heavy from pressure behind them making it feel like they could fly out of the socket at any possible second. I hate him, but I don't hate him. I care for him, and maybe one day he'll realize this. I cock my head slightly staring at him waiting for him to answer, but he never speaks. He just stands there waiting to fight, and perhaps the chance to end my life forever.

My grip on the axe grows stronger each and every second that passes by waiting for him to strike. Maybe he'll attack me, but maybe he'll swing the sword high severing the head from my body before I can say anything. Death would he sweet because I'll be away from this world. No career training in the world will stop the death once it comes. Death has an appointment with us all; sometimes it's sooner than we anticipate. My jaw clenches shut, tight, as the axe flies above my head. My hands swing forward threatening to attack him. Every piece of my being tells me to attack him, to kill him, but that isn't what I want to do. All I want is for him to recognize me, yet that'll never happen. He can die right here in front of me, and it would change my life forever.

"I ain't a human. I ain't nothing special, but I am going to kill anyone who stands in my way of victory." A grin laced with malice spreads wide across my face. "If a killing machine is what you want of me, Apollo, a killing machine I will become. Not a single person in the world will survive."

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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato Jun 16, 2014 15:22:45 GMT -5

Post by Cato on Jun 16, 2014 15:22:45 GMT -5

Apollo Birch

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I had some small amount of hope that Evander would finally become something worth being proud over. Instead disappoint reigns yet again. He just stands there with an axe not attempting to spar with me. So close to being proud of him, but this happened to be his last chance at impressing me. All I'm left with in the family is a bunch of disappointing 'careers'. "I ain't a human. I ain't nothing special, but I am going to kill anyone who stands in my way of victory." I almost forgot Evander was there. He won't kill anyone with his pathetic view on life. Not a human? He isn't worthy of being one. I'll treat him like a mutt. "If a killing machine is what you want of me, Apollo, a killing machine I will become. Not a single person in the world will survive." Don't kid yourself Evander. You will become a dead body in the ground at best.

"Keep fooling yourself if you must, but don't lie to me." I launch myself at Evander with a quick flurry of strikes. None connect, but I didn't try to. Evander needs to know he will never fill Ares' place in the family. Now I see a opening in his defense. This is just a spar, but If I kill him now it will be a accident of sorts. With anger seething in me, I assault his defense. Justice for me when my sword connects with his cheek. Not as harmful like I intended to deliver, but good enough. Blood oozes out of the wound and the sight of it makes me silently weep for joy. His pain is my happiness. His suffering will only make me smile. "What happened to no one surviving? You are a disaster! Just die for all I care."

I can barely contain the hatred in me. The Birches disgust me. Acting so mighty when three unworthy members went into the games. Ares happened to be the only one capable of winning. A lucky hit killed him. Now I'm stuck with Evander the failure to train with. Any amount of time with him will be detrimental to my growth as warrior of death. I need to step away from the Birch name. Being associated with them will only hinder me. I don't see how improvement will come by staying with them. I miss the long hours spent with Ares. We helped each other so much. If I could trade his life for Evander's, I would do it in a heartbeat.

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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato Jun 18, 2014 13:31:13 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Jun 18, 2014 13:31:13 GMT -5

Matthias Evander Birch

"What happened to no one surviving? You are a disaster! Just die for all I care." His blade slices through my cheek as his words wrap around my heart crushing the life out of it. It's impossible to make him proud because he's floating so high in the sky that nothing will bring him down. Blood oozes down my face where the blade sliced into it, but it's only the beginning. My eyes turn towards him looking him up and down like a predator about to attack it's prey. Fire pulses through my veins every time my heart beats. My face burns red as heat radiates from my cheeks. Pain kisses my cheek as my hand tightens against the axe. All it would take is one swift moment to end it all, to slice his head clean from his body, but why should that happen. He'll end up dead just like Ares did anyway.I hate him. I fucking hate him.

My teeth clench tightly against one another as my tongue runs along side the back of them. "I am sick and tired of you, Apollo, placing me down below you. You are a cocky son of a bitch. You want to be so brave, so strong, but the truth is, you can't do shit without belittling people." My hand runs along the blade of the axe staring at it taking in every inch of it wondering what kind of damage can be done. "You think, know, you are better than everyone. Ares thought the same thing! Look what happened to him! He ended up with a sword in his neck. The same thing will happen to you! You won't make it far, brother." I continue running my hand along the blade of the axe staring at him. Red spots flash before my eyes as my teeth run along my lips slightly shocked by his own words. Ares could have won, but he was too cocky. Apollo has a chance of winning if he's ever in the games, he just needs to not be so much like Ares, and I don't want him to die.

I raise the axe above my head before throwing it as hard as I possibly can towards Apollo not caring if I hit him or not. My hands shake at my side as the sounds of my breaths become slightly audible. My eyes stay fixed on him waiting for him to strike back because it's coming tenth fold. My heart races beneath my chest frantically pulsing inside my head. My feet turn away from Apollo forcing me to face the exit of the training center. I have had enough of him. I'm tired of him treating me like I'm a worthless piece of crap. "Hey, Apollo, why don't you go fuck yourself." My feet fly across the room pounding against the ground refusing to wait for his answer. I rush through the door of the training center slamming it as hard as I can behind me before tears finally appear in the corners of my eyes, but I blink them away because crying is for weaklings, because I am a monster.

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Brotherly {L O V E} // Cato Jun 18, 2014 14:00:20 GMT -5

Post by Cato on Jun 18, 2014 14:00:20 GMT -5

Apollo Birch

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"I am sick and tired of you, Apollo, placing me down below you. You are a cocky son of a bitch. You want to be so brave, so strong, but the truth is, you can't do shit without belittling people." Oh how ignorant this man is. I can be so much more than someone who insults for a living, but then my life would be devoid of fun on my part. I just don't understand why Evander is trying to act tough now. A little late after he had his chance to prove himself. "That's where you're wrong. Belittling people happens to be enjoyable. Crushing the confidence out of someone brings me joy." Let him do with that as he will. If I'm a cruel bastard then so be it. His opinion doesn't mean much when his life is less than that of a common mutt. Its people like him that stain the name of Birch. Then there's someone like Milo who's probably the one to organize that disastrous dinner at the Blackmores.

"You think, know, you are better than everyone. Ares thought the same thing! Look what happened to him! He ended up with a sword in his neck. The same thing will happen to you! You won't make it far, brother." Now he's crossed the line. Insulting Ares in front of me will get you nowhere. Saying I won't make it far is laughable. If only Evander looked at himself to know he's fodder for the bloodbath. Ares had been better than everyone in that arena. If anyone wants proof they should look at his escape from the vines. Not many would have the skills to make it out of that situation alive. He even killed the sibling of a victor. Only a lucky shot at him is what stopped him from decimating the competition. Even if I don't win the games should I get in, I know my placement would be much better than Evander's. If anyone in the Birch family deserves to win its me. I still hear his words in my head constantly vibrating. MY hands ball up into fists.

"Funny you say I won't get far. Good thing I'm not bloodbath bait like you are. No one in this district wants you alive. Ares himself would want you dead. Ares knew he was better than everyone." I've lost concentration on what Evander had been doing as an axe narrowly misses my head. This is the kind of thing that would kill me in the games. Loss of concentration. I'll need to work on control of my temper, but the escape of venting is just so much more easier than self control. Now I see Evander has left the building. Probably why he threw the axe in the first place. The family is doomed if they're anything like the disgrace that is Evander.