The Sunrise <Katelyn One-shot>
Aug 9, 2015 5:42:00 GMT -5
Post by charade on Aug 9, 2015 5:42:00 GMT -5
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As the final two tributes in the arena found each other, Katelyn wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. She only knew how she felt. Kirito. She wanted him to come home. Even though it broke her heart every time she thought about how he had killed Orion, she wanted him to come back. Her tribute was the last emotional tether to the arena for her and she couldn't bear to think of how she'd react if that fragile line was snapped. She hadn't expected in her wildest dreams that the help she had to offer would be enough to see him to the final two. And only in her worst nightmares had she ever entertained the thought of him killing the boy she had had burgeoning feelings for.
A boy who had barely reacted when she kissed him. Who had spent nearly every waking moment of the games with Circe Lyon. He hadn't felt the same, hadn't felt that pull the way she thought she had. Maybe she should have tried harder. But that was no longer here nor there. It was a thousand could have been's and a million never woulds, wrapped up tightly in a pinewood box and on its way back to district two. And so, with no small amount of regret, she locked those thoughts away to focus on the screen in front of her and tried not to panic every time Kirito took a hit.
He looked like a pincushion and she couldn't bear to watch; yet at the same time she couldn't look away. Blood was everywhere. Both tributes were a mess, both were on the verge of death. And then one of them went down.Katelyn stood up sharply and lost her balance when her knees wobbled and then gave out, collapsing to a kneeling position as she struggled to get back up. The cannon fired and Kirito was still standing; bloody, burned, knives sticking out of him and missing an eye.
But alive.
Her first year as a mentor, and she had brought district eleven's single quell tribute home. Oh, he had suffered greatly, that much was clear, and not just physically. Mentally, she knew he had lost it a few days in, just like Chaske Parks had in her own games. But time could heal all wounds couldn't it? Some just took longer than others. But he wasn't dead. No coffin to ride back to district eleven with. No grieving family. No one that she had failed.
It was a huge weight off of her shoulders, even though Kirito still needed help. Thinking back to the train ride, it was difficult to contrast the kid that wanted to stay true to himself and think of home with the swearing warrior that had stabbed three tributes to death in a rage, but then, she thought of herself, and the solitary train ride she had undertook, going into the games certain that she'd be slaughtered by the more dangerous tributes. That was quickly replaced by thoughts of what she had done to get home.
She was still herself. Just...hardened. She wanted to believe that at her core she was the same; it was just not as easy to see it anymore. Katelyn hoped that the same held true for her fellow victor; the first ever tribute she had mentored. Kirito was still in there under the pain and the death and the horror. She'd find him. And then together, they'd mentor the tributes of the seventy-first hunger games. And together, they'd bring one of them home.
Regardless of what happened down the road, she knew that she'd never have to hold the burden of mentoring alone again. Fintermaelon must have noticed the change in her mood or her facial expression and commented accordingly. "My, Ms. Persimmon, the tension in your cheeks is all but gone!" Had she had her teeth clenched during the finale fight? She hadn't realized. Katelyn smiled at the escort, the only person up until Kirito came back that was with her constantly.
"Tear up all of that funeral paperwork Finter." she said with relief. "And fill me in on what mentors are supposed to do during the victory tour. Kirito's going to need help dealing with what he's just survived. I know I did."
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| Katelyn | Persimmon |
As the final two tributes in the arena found each other, Katelyn wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. She only knew how she felt. Kirito. She wanted him to come home. Even though it broke her heart every time she thought about how he had killed Orion, she wanted him to come back. Her tribute was the last emotional tether to the arena for her and she couldn't bear to think of how she'd react if that fragile line was snapped. She hadn't expected in her wildest dreams that the help she had to offer would be enough to see him to the final two. And only in her worst nightmares had she ever entertained the thought of him killing the boy she had had burgeoning feelings for.
A boy who had barely reacted when she kissed him. Who had spent nearly every waking moment of the games with Circe Lyon. He hadn't felt the same, hadn't felt that pull the way she thought she had. Maybe she should have tried harder. But that was no longer here nor there. It was a thousand could have been's and a million never woulds, wrapped up tightly in a pinewood box and on its way back to district two. And so, with no small amount of regret, she locked those thoughts away to focus on the screen in front of her and tried not to panic every time Kirito took a hit.
He looked like a pincushion and she couldn't bear to watch; yet at the same time she couldn't look away. Blood was everywhere. Both tributes were a mess, both were on the verge of death. And then one of them went down.Katelyn stood up sharply and lost her balance when her knees wobbled and then gave out, collapsing to a kneeling position as she struggled to get back up. The cannon fired and Kirito was still standing; bloody, burned, knives sticking out of him and missing an eye.
But alive.
Her first year as a mentor, and she had brought district eleven's single quell tribute home. Oh, he had suffered greatly, that much was clear, and not just physically. Mentally, she knew he had lost it a few days in, just like Chaske Parks had in her own games. But time could heal all wounds couldn't it? Some just took longer than others. But he wasn't dead. No coffin to ride back to district eleven with. No grieving family. No one that she had failed.
It was a huge weight off of her shoulders, even though Kirito still needed help. Thinking back to the train ride, it was difficult to contrast the kid that wanted to stay true to himself and think of home with the swearing warrior that had stabbed three tributes to death in a rage, but then, she thought of herself, and the solitary train ride she had undertook, going into the games certain that she'd be slaughtered by the more dangerous tributes. That was quickly replaced by thoughts of what she had done to get home.
She was still herself. Just...hardened. She wanted to believe that at her core she was the same; it was just not as easy to see it anymore. Katelyn hoped that the same held true for her fellow victor; the first ever tribute she had mentored. Kirito was still in there under the pain and the death and the horror. She'd find him. And then together, they'd mentor the tributes of the seventy-first hunger games. And together, they'd bring one of them home.
Regardless of what happened down the road, she knew that she'd never have to hold the burden of mentoring alone again. Fintermaelon must have noticed the change in her mood or her facial expression and commented accordingly. "My, Ms. Persimmon, the tension in your cheeks is all but gone!" Had she had her teeth clenched during the finale fight? She hadn't realized. Katelyn smiled at the escort, the only person up until Kirito came back that was with her constantly.
"Tear up all of that funeral paperwork Finter." she said with relief. "And fill me in on what mentors are supposed to do during the victory tour. Kirito's going to need help dealing with what he's just survived. I know I did."
