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Iago Izar-McClaine	Did You Miss Me?
District 11	--

Hello From the Other Side

And we rise.

Not so much with a whimper but with a bang, back into existence. Skin, toenails, hair, clothes. All the same smells of iron and taste of copper, a glowing training center with stocked apartments and children running round. It’s a joke. Coming back here, the place where we all fell. Plenty of faces that I don’t recognize, some that I do. Should I care what the fuck any of them have done, how strong they are, who they think they’re going to pick off when the bell sounds? There’s always going to be the talk, the talk talk talk, about who is going to do what, how things are going to pan out. Hope, that there’s going to be a change in the ending, someone will walk away with the crown that had always wanted it.

But you see, here’s the funny thing.

I don’t give a flying fuck whether or not I get that crown.

And all the flames and fire, all the hate and malice that they whisper about having turned in my chest… I guess I learned a thing or two from the other side. My whole mistake was thinking that winning would have changed anything. I’d still have been the twisted, fucked up asshole I’d always been. Winning would have just made me the twisted, fucked up asshole wearing a crown. Doesn’t change what is buried underneath my skin. Worse, dying doesn’t turn you into a saint or a martyr. You get turned to dust, forgotten—or torn back down to where you belong.

So what’s a boy to do that doesn’t care about winning The Hunger Games with a second chance? I think you know.

“Fuck this bullshit.” Here I am at the edge of the matt, polesword in hand, staring at a set of dummies. The fuck do I need to know cutting this people into pieces. You think that cutting out tongues was the worst thing that I could do? Well, I’ve had a lot of time twisting and turning down underneath. You have no idea what I’m capable of when I don’t give a damn. And that’s the most dangerous thing of all: when you find chaos beautiful, you’re only ever going to care about making more.

So bring me someone I can have fun with.

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Gosh dangit. Frikity frik frak.

I haven't been dead for 5 minutes before I am brought back here. The training center in which we train before being sent off to our doom. The thing is... That was supposed to be a one time deal. If you win, you escape the arena with your life and luxuries beyond your wildest dream. If you die... Well... You're supposed to stay dead. I'm pretty sure my time here has been done and over with. SO WHY THE HECK AM I BACK?

That isn't the only question I have that isn't being answered. I have many more that probably won't ever be answered because I'll probably die before any resolution takes place. Why were we resurrected? If we win, do we get the same deal of "luxuries" with the bonus of staying alive? How are my parents...? How is Avery...?

I guess there is a sort of "bonus" of being one of the more recently deceased. It is the fact that I know nearly every tribute inside of this room with me right now. I have the advantage of knowing some of their names, compared to someone from a game ages ago who probably don't recognize a single person inside of this room.

I see the District 11 male whose name I know is Iago. If we're given a second chance at life, I am not going to go and waste it by moping around in the corner of a room somewhere. I grab a katana from a weapon rack nearby and I head over to the dummies where the guy is standing around.

"I believe this is the part where we socialize and make friends." I begin. "I'm pretty sure we're all supposed to be dead... Any ideas of why we aren't?" I ask.

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Iago Izar-McClaine	[Did You Miss Me?]
District 11	--

Hello From the Other Side

“Any ideas of why we aren’t?” I repeat in a sing song voice. Okay, I get it. I can’t be a total ass to everyone I meet without all of them deciding they want my head on a pike. That’s just the rules of the games and life in general. But would any of us really have any idea if we were brought back from the dead? If I could’ve gotten up after someone chopped me to pieces you really think I wouldn’t have haunted the ever living ass out of Ewe Saw or Saffron Lowe? I point my sword at him and shake my head.

“You know, they brought us all back to, I don’t know, fight again. Because they want to see all of us cut into pieces again. And someone must have liked you enough that they would bring you back to life.” Which is the only reasonable explanation. “But who the hell are you anyway?” He doesn’t look terribly weak, but then that’s not something you can tell until you actually get into the arena.

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I could have chosen anyone to talk to inside the training center, yet I chose the guy, already with a weapon. I chose to talk to the guy with the sword that could really hurt if he decides to use it on me. What am I doing...? Iago doesn't know who I am, but timeline-wise, that makes perfect sense. He died years before I did, so the fact of him not knowing me is understandable. "The name is Tyler." I mutter. "Tyler Westbrook."

I suppose that I should be polite and ask him his name. The thing is that I already know his name, but he doesn't know that I already know, and since he doesn't know that I know, I must pretend that I don't know. In as friendly of a tone as I can, I ask... "What's your name?" If he doesn't want to be my ally, that is perfectly fine, but I want the least amount of enemies as possible before heading towards the arena and my likely second death.

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Iago Izar-McClaine	[Did You Miss Me?]
District 11	--

Hello From the Other Side

“Tyler Westbrook.” I search my mind to find if there’s anyone that I should known having died in games before mine. But then if his name didn’t stand out it was probably because I either didn’t know him or because he had died a lame ass death. Either way it meant that I didn’t have to worry too much to think of him as a threat. But that would work out nicely if he was someone I could use as a human shield or killing machine. Not to mention I’d find out what sort of person he really was.

“Iago Izar-McClaine.” I grin. He’s got a dopey sort of face. “So how did you die? What was it like on the other side for you?” That’s the real test of someone. What did the universe do to him when he hadn’t gotten everything he had ever wanted? I lower my sword. It may have been best to hear him out before deciding if he was worth taking out my rage.

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"How did I die?" I echo. "It wasn't pretty." I begin. "Basically, all of my attacks missed while I slowly got sliced up by a scythe until I bled to death." The fact of the matter is that I kind of walled off the memory of dying, and now that it has broken out of its cage, it is like reliving the fight again.

"My life on the other side wasn't terrible... I saw some of my grandparents for the first time... Although I'll admit that I cried like a baby when I first got there." I really hope since that I'm being honest with this guy, that in return, he'll trust me, and be honest as well. "I don't have any original questions because I'm a lame person, so I'll ask the same questions to you..."

"Wait... So are we the same age that we were when we died...? Or...?"

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Iago Izar-McClaine	[Did You Miss Me?]
District 11	--

Hello From the Other Side

I think I’m supposed to pretend that I’m impressed—he made it to the other side and was able to see people he loved, even after being in The Hunger Games. And then there’s the little matter of him apparently missing and being sliced to pieces. Weak. He’s going to be the type that will fight for what he believes in, as if that’s going to get him anywhere. Well. It always helps to have one of those in the group, as long as they don’t go and chop off your arm. I’ll make sure he stands at the front though, so he doesn’t miss like a little bitch.

“Ewe Saw killed me. He cut me up into pieces before I could kill him. I was this close to making it to the end, but then... I didn’t.” I blink. “And that little bitch didn’t even win, either.” I wanted to believe that there was some kind of karma for having lost, but—after what I’ve seen?

“Darkness. Pain. Flames.” I smile a small smile. “Lots of voices telling me all the horrible, terrible things that they’re going to do to me for all of eternity. You know—just an endless, cold existence where I’m never going to escape.” My voice is calm, measured. You never get used to the pain, just that you’ll always be damned, for eternity. “I think they brought us back to how we were, so that they could see if we could win under different circumstances.” I lick my lips. “Do you want to win?”

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I don't think this conversation is going as well as it could be going. This guy's personality is as different from mine as you can get. Obviously, the fact that we're different could be bad because being too different could mean we have nothing to relate on. Hopefully, the fact that we're different will be a good thing because whatever qualities I don't have, he'll have. Relying on hope isn't the best, but it's all I have right now.

When Iago answers the questions I asked him, I don't know whether to fear him or not. Being in the place he described would be extremely horrible, but it has probably made him a stronger individual. I need strong allies. In comparison to the place where I went after I moved on to the other side, he must think I'm extremely weak. Let them think that, and when they least expect it, I'll make a move.

"Of course I want to win." I exclaim. "I'm pretty sure everyone here wants to win because we all died. I'm pretty sure that even if we do win, we still won't actually 'win.' Do you understand what I'm saying?" I inquire. "We were all dead, and then we were all brought back to 'life.' As much as I want to believe that this 'life' is the same as actually being completely alive, I can't. There's going to be a catch... We're probably only brought back to life for a couple of days with some potion or something, and when it wears off, we're all going to return to where we came from."

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Death's arms had been curled around him, the words of hate echoed in his head. The joyous afterlife had came after that. Burdens and hatred dropped from reality. Love and peace becoming the main entity in the world that Jay now was in, but that ripped away from him so quickly. Death's arms unraveling around him and soon enough, the hatred and burdens that once vanished had shoved themselves back on Jay Krearns.

Awake and annoyed at the fact that he was back in one of the places he would rather never be at again. The Training Center. It seemed like it was only yesterday when Jay had first been there with Blaire and Jim. Training to his heart's content, yet, that name. Jim Deer. All that hatred was geared towards him, unfortunately for Jay, it looked like Jim wasn't running around the place.

Two males stand chatting away with each other about death and winning and where they went. A small smirk takes place of the rather boring blank stare that once was there. The blonde boy who he had no clue who he was stood there looking as Iago Izar-McClaine, the monster of a kid from the Sixty Fifth Hunger games. Jay remembered that one all too clearly. The boy who got chopped up by Ewe Saw. Jay had watched the Sixty Fifth and knew that was the kid he should talk to. Iago was a monster in the arena and could be a monster in this arena. Iago would be someone he needed to help Jay Krearns out.

His body language was giving off a sense of confidence. Jay Krearns was confident in his abilities and Iago Izar-McClaine stood there just waiting for a conversation. The other guy, well it didn't really matter to him who he was. Jay kept a smirk on his face as he calmly spoke, "Iago Izar-McClaine. How interesting is it to see someone like you in the building. Nice story there. I remember watching you get chopped up by Ewe Saw. It was a very sad day for all the people rooting for you. Hell, I was hoping the insanely talented killed like you made it." A sense of confidence seemed to take Jay by surprise, yet the Krearns boy never was one to not be confident in everything. Jay Krearns was a career and would be prepared for anything. After getting betrayed once, Jay wouldn't get betrayed a second time.

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Iago Izar-McClaine	[Did You Miss Me?]
District 11	--

Hello From the Other Side

Of course there’s weakness there. Wanting to win as though that’s going to bring some sort of prize. He says himself that there’s nothing left after this—it’s some kind of illusion, but he still wants to wear the crown. Well, if there’s nothing more than this, why not have a little fun? All the kids play at being heroes; it takes someone more to acknowledge that we’re all villains. And why play by anyone’s rules, if you know that you can just make them up as you go along. I open my mouth to tell him just what he should be thinking, but I’m stopped by another. I turn to look at the older boy and can’t quite place him.

“Who the fuck are you?” I say. He knows about Ewe, he knows that everyone would’ve thought the cripple was going to die, not me. But that’s not how the world works. They don’t reward the strong, but the weak who have all the power when you have none. “You’re just as dead as the rest of us, you know.” And even if I don’t know him, I hate him. Maybe it’s his fucking pale face or the fact that he thinks he can walk around with a swagger in his step. Most of all, it’s because he’s got the hair on my neck raised, as though there’s something I should be careful with him about. Stupid idiot.

“Though it’s always nice to meet a fan.” And I grin.

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Monsters. That's all they were in this world. Monsters just waiting to attack the weak. Jay was a monster. Iago was a monster. There were plenty of monsters in the Training center, yet there were tons of prey just waiting to be thrown out bloodied and broken, dead all the same. Jay knew he was dead and knew how he died. A fight with some other alliance, only person he knew from the other one was Cha, but even she didn't kill Jay Krearns. No, Jim Deer killed him in the madness of the darkness. Jay's blood just felt like it boiling from that hatred.

Jay was focused back on the monster that was Iago Izar-McClaine. Obviously, he wouldn't know who Jay Krearns is. After all Jay was three games later than Iago. Jay smirked and spoke, "oh how rude of me. I'm Jay Krearns. You might know my brother Mason Krearns. I was in the Sixty Eighth Hunger Games. The darkness arena." Jay just stared at the two that stood there. Iago obviously annoyed with everyone probably, which wasn't at all surprising and the blonde boy looking like an innocent boy. Jay just kept his smirk on his face as he heard the last part.

Jay laughed out loud. A fan. Jay wasn't fully a fan of Iago, but he knew where a talented tribute was when there was talent. Jay spoke trying to hold back another fit of laughter, "A fan? Me? No. Sorry kid, I'm not a fan of anyone, but myself. Though, you do have some great skills, even though a wimp like Ewe Saw cut you to pieces." Jay smirked at his own response. The Krearns boy was probably pissing off the Izar, but really, Jay didn't fully care. Trust was something that Jay didn't hold close and Iago would be someone to never trust. After all, Iago did kill Emery Moreno. Jay Krearns just crossed his arms as he waited for the monster to strike.

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Iago Izar-McClaine	[Did You Miss Me?]
District 11	--

Hello From the Other Side

Darkness arena? He was from same later games, which meant relatively little. He certainly was a cocky prick, though, for someone that had died. Then there was that stupid laugh of his that had my skin crawl. I don’t know if it’s that his face is so punchable or the fact that he seems to talk like he owns the place, but I definitely want to make sure that he gets cut down to size. Still—he’s definitely someone that’s going to prove useful in a fight, if he’s as confident in the arena as he is at running his mouth. I grit my teeth and stare back at him.

“Ewe Saw was a crippled wimp who got a few lucky shots.” It’s the best that I can muster; Ewe was the boy that had taken me to pieces and I couldn’t have done anything to stop it. He got all the fame and glory of slaying someone that was feared. I got the just ending that I supposedly deserved. And now I had an asshole like this reminding me that for the rest of eternity, I’d have been the one that could’ve gotten the crown, if it hadn’t been for the lame boy from his district. “You know, I hope you’re better than he was. I had thought about slitting his throat at night when we were sleeping, considering how much of a risk he was. Guess that was my mistake.”

I smile again. “Tell me, why would someone like you want to win?”

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Betrayal was everywhere. People were killed because friends turn to enemies. Alliances broken by the simple idea of winning the Hunger Games. It was all such horrible ideals for anything. Jay Krearns hated everything about the Hunger Games. Jay didn't want to win. Winning meant giving the capitol what they wanted and Jay didn't want to do that. Jay would rather get his revenge and peacefully fall back into his paradise of an afterlife. Back with Mason and Davy, where everything could just go away and leave him in peace. There was only one person missing from that group though. Jev. Jev was no there which meant he was alive somewhere and Jay just hoped he wasn't watching whatever games this was. Jay wouldn't be able to see Jev go through the heart wrenching pain of seeing Jay die twice in a row.

Iago had a grin slapped onto his face. Jay found it rather weird, yet the question had fit Iago just perfectly. A question that obviously had a twist. Though Jay was going to tell the truth. Trust is something you have to give to not destroy the chances of getting an alliance. Though first Jay just smiled at the idea of Iago slitting Ewe's throat. It's exactly what Jay should have done to Jim in the Sixty Eighth. Jay smirked and said, "Win? No mate. That's funny. I don't want to win. I just want to get some revenge where revenge is due. Maybe get some kills here and there for fun. Winning isn't for me. I already figured that out after my games." Jay just smirked back at the little monster that could tear up anyone in the building, well except Stark. Stark was probably the biggest threat in the room.

Jay was a monster in his own way. Death wasn't something new to him. Jay would accept death with open arms when it came to his death. A smirk slips onto Jay's face as he asks a question, "So, Iago? Do you want to win?" Objects on board that were used in anyway possible by the Gamemakers. Jay, Iago, Stark, the blonde boy, Galaxy, Esme, they were all pieces on this board. They were used in anyway possible. And Jay, Jay didn't mind being used for this game, as long as he got the revenge that he wants.

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Iago Izar-McClaine	[Did You Miss Me?]
District 11	--

Hello From the Other Side

Do I want to win?

I did. I wanted it with every single fiber of my being. The crown, the adulation, the fact that I could’ve told everyone else to kiss my ass, and flipped the bird to everyone in District Eleven. But the funny thing about not getting everything that you wanted? You learn that all of the pent up energy, all of the useless power that you wasted trying to claw at something that you wanted, was just that. A big show of noise for nothing. No—you can’t make an impact at winning the games; you won’t get everything you’ve ever wanted. And that’s what I admire about Jay, saying that he’d rather have revenge than win. Better to have ambition for something that will make a change, than something that just fills you up with a temporary happiness.

“Don’t be stupid.” I say and wave my hand at his face. “I don’t want to wear a fucking crown and I don’t want people to bow down just for that. I want people to remember my name. I want it so that when people tuck their children into bed at night that they’re afraid I’m going to pop out of the shadows and stab them to death.” My mouth twists into a grin. “I want to smash and break and destroy. Because there’s nothing better than breaking things into little pieces, so people don’t get exactly what they want. Just what they deserve.”

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I remember a time when life was normal. Those were the good ol' days. I'm now in a conversation with 2 lunatics instead of just one. Hopefully when the games begin, everyone will be preoccupied with these two and I can save myself. That would work unless these two decide to team up together and hack me to death. I have to say that I do admire some qualities from the both of them, one of which, being able to not hide behind a mask and say everything upfront. Yes it's a good quality, but sometimes it's bad to be so upfront about everything.

I'm tempted to introduce myself or something to the new guy. Once again, I know who he is, but he doesn't know me. I know who's a bloodthirsty tribute and who isn't. Jay Krearns was killed by his ally in the darkness, and now he's out for revenge. The small problem is that I don't want to interrupt because they'll stare into my soul with their piercing eyes. I'm a rather friendly and outgoing individual, but I know when to shut up, and that time is now.

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