one { voice } to another // anzie
Jun 5, 2015 20:17:56 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Jun 5, 2015 20:17:56 GMT -5
one voice to another
one heartbeat
sisters and brothers
we are the remedy, the remedy
one heartbeat
sisters and brothers
we are the remedy, the remedy
The sound of death is deafening in the Training Center.
I try to drown it out with hard work - my trainers acknowledged my ability to move quietly and lift heavy things but I have yet to successfully hit a target with any type of weapon - but even with my muscles aching and sweat matting loose strands of hair to my face I can’t ignore the clang of metal against metal or the grunts of others doing exactly as I am. It’s so strange, to stand beside them knowing that we’re all practicing the same thing. To know that they’re picturing my face on the dummies just as I picture theirs.
But that’s the problem. Every time I see their face instead of the featureless ceramic ones, my mind goes blank and the blade won’t strike. That’s not a part of the plan. I grit my teeth in frustration and nearly go limp with relief when the lunch bell rings, dropping the sword I was holding and instead grabbing the container I have strapped to my hip. I received more than a few disapproving looks when people saw it, but who they hell are they to judge? I glance up toward where the Gamemakers sit, watching us all, and grin as I lift the container toward them in a mock toast before bringing it to my lips and downing so much that it brings tears to my eyes.
At the dining area, however, I hesitate. I watch as people gravitate toward those from their districts and feel a little tug in my throat. For a moment, I almost think it would be better to have someone from home to share this pain. To understand exactly what’s going through my mind as I lift the blade. I cut the thought off before it can continue. It would just be one more person to kill.
Instead my eyes catch on a boy sitting not far away. I squint for a moment, searching for a name. It comes with a jolt. Krigel. Nat Krigel. I almost grimace, taking another swig from the container, before walking over and plopping down next to him. My lips twist upward into a smile that’s so close to genuine that I’m proud as I set the alcohol on the table in front of him, pulling my pocketwatch out and fiddling with it a bit. “Rough day?”
we are golden, yes we are
hear the thunder, see the stars
we are golden for all to see
we are golden believe, believe
hear the thunder, see the stars
we are golden for all to see
we are golden believe, believe