Morbid train ride [D9 tributes + Soap] // train

ANIMUSVALENTINE

Crushed and filled with all I found
Underneath and inside
Just to come around
More, give me more, give me more

Like cattle I was carted off to the train without a second thought from the peacekeepers. I didn't protest, cry for mercy, I just kept my head down and allowed them to drag me off to wherever I thought I was supposed to go. They were pretty inconsiderate considering I'd just learned I was being sent to a horrific fight to the death, considering I may never see my family ever again, considering that despite being mighty tall I wasn't just a piece of meat they'd see killing people in a few weeks. They told me to hurry up, sometimes grabbed and dragged me to make me move faster. And while they were dragging me and I was thinking that they were pricks it hit me like a brick when I saw we were approaching the train. They don't give a single damn. They just want to see me gone so they can get back to their own lives while mine could potentially end.

Yea, well I couldn't give a damn about them in their smart white outfits anyway.

But all that aside the train actually looks very illustrious. I'm sure it's larger than about five houses from the District put together. I'd always known the Capitol was pretty well of when it came to quality of life, I could tell that just by looking at the District escort who was dressed like some sort of higher deity compared to everyone else. The district escort always looked more well-fed while the rest of us could count our ribs with our eyes closed (twelve pairs of ribs). It had always made me scratch my head how that was possible.

Seeing the illustrious train brings waves of jealousy that hit me in small pangs as step into the train and see it for what it really is. Paradise. Maybe if I wasn't heading towards a death trap I could actually feel the need to enjoy this train, actually enjoy the mouth water food on the tables and the many materials and gadgets I'd only read in the many books I've read in my life time. How can such a train make me feel so morbid?

My thoughts are immediately drawn to who my mentor would be. Colgate O'Leary. I'd watched him win the sixty-sixth only two years ago. I hadn't exactly held my hopes up high considering he was from District nine but when he got that shiny, bright twelve I was certainly intrigued. But to my surprise he actually won with ruthless efficiency. But what was he now? Was he a mess? A drunkard like a few victors had turned out to be? Or was he just plain depressing? If he was a drunkard or a mess that wouldn't exactly help my chances. I need all the help I can get.

I'd never been strong or violent and I'd never been good at making friends or very charming. The only thing I could boast about was my brain; too bad. I'm not facing these tributes in a quiz or test. However, it shouldn't be discounted. There were too many variables to determine if I could win or not.

I take a quick glance at Meghan, my district partner who's standing beside me but don't say a word to her. I didn't even know she existed until she volunteered. Why did she volunteer? Maybe if I can find the time I'll try and find out. But I'm not too concerned, I have no idea who she is, we're not friends and honestly I don't think we'll be friends. After all, one or both of us will be dead anyway.

I take a deep sigh and plunk myself down on the soft seats and rest my elbows on my knees and my chin on my palms.

Song: Fener Ray - If I had a heart

WC: 628

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