{Ghost} of the {Past} | {Cato}
Jul 20, 2014 18:00:32 GMT -5
Post by knuckles on Jul 20, 2014 18:00:32 GMT -5
Matthias Evander Birch District Two | Male | Sixteen | Daren Kagasoff
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
[Lifehouse - Broken]
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It's hard to believe how much time has actually gone by since Ares volunteered for the games last year, yet the pain hasn't gone away. Apollo told me I was the one who should have died because I am worthless. Apollo and Ares were like brothers; It was impossible to separate them, but Ares is gone. He let the cockiness get to him, and he wasn't as prepared as he should have been. Ever since I ran out of the training center in front of Apollo, all my time has been spent here training harder than ever. My ultimate goal is to make Ares proud, and to show Apollo that I am not worthless.
Every second of my free time is spent in the gym training with weapons learning how to fight, learning to release the monster hidden somewhere inside of me because it's what others except of me. They want me to kill innocent children in the games, but nobody will ever understand the personal conflict that involves. Nobody deserves to die yet every year the Capitol forces us to fight one another - to become murderers as the Capitol cheers for the deaths. It may be a conflict, but I will be prepared because the moment my feet step foot into the arena, I will show people that I am better than Ares, Apollo, and any other cocky career who has ever been killed in the games.
I won't be like Ares. He was pathetic as he stood in front of the girl from District One. He said he was the best, but he wasn't prepared for the sword to slam into his neck ending his life in a matter of moments. I won't be like Apollo, my brother. It pisses me off that he knows he's better than everyone. One day my fighting skills will out weigh his. I will challenge him to a dual, and with any luck my skills will bring me out as the victor. Personal conflicts will be placed aside when I journey through the arena slicing people down because the sight of blood -blood of innocent children - will be mine. I will be the best, and there's nothing nobody can do to stop me.
Today isn't any different as I stand in the training center slicing dummies into smithereens. Fake blood pours from the veins covering my skin, coating the blade of my sword, and running to the ground forming a puddle on the ground. The only thing that would make this better was if it was real blood, the blood of an innocent child. I swing the blade above my head before swinging it at the head of the dummy as fast and hard as I possibly can. At first, everything is still and quiet; then, the head rolls off the dummy onto the ground with a satisfying thud. This is what I will do to all the district one females because she killed Ares, and I will avenge his death.
Every second of my free time is spent in the gym training with weapons learning how to fight, learning to release the monster hidden somewhere inside of me because it's what others except of me. They want me to kill innocent children in the games, but nobody will ever understand the personal conflict that involves. Nobody deserves to die yet every year the Capitol forces us to fight one another - to become murderers as the Capitol cheers for the deaths. It may be a conflict, but I will be prepared because the moment my feet step foot into the arena, I will show people that I am better than Ares, Apollo, and any other cocky career who has ever been killed in the games.
I won't be like Ares. He was pathetic as he stood in front of the girl from District One. He said he was the best, but he wasn't prepared for the sword to slam into his neck ending his life in a matter of moments. I won't be like Apollo, my brother. It pisses me off that he knows he's better than everyone. One day my fighting skills will out weigh his. I will challenge him to a dual, and with any luck my skills will bring me out as the victor. Personal conflicts will be placed aside when I journey through the arena slicing people down because the sight of blood -blood of innocent children - will be mine. I will be the best, and there's nothing nobody can do to stop me.
Today isn't any different as I stand in the training center slicing dummies into smithereens. Fake blood pours from the veins covering my skin, coating the blade of my sword, and running to the ground forming a puddle on the ground. The only thing that would make this better was if it was real blood, the blood of an innocent child. I swing the blade above my head before swinging it at the head of the dummy as fast and hard as I possibly can. At first, everything is still and quiet; then, the head rolls off the dummy onto the ground with a satisfying thud. This is what I will do to all the district one females because she killed Ares, and I will avenge his death.
