Public Training Session's
Feb 1, 2016 2:32:05 GMT -5
Post by cass on Feb 1, 2016 2:32:05 GMT -5
Opal Earnest hadn't spoken to her since Scout had told her she was useless, perhaps it was because she had questioned Opal's abilities, by saying that her son was, honestly, probably dead. It was a fair enough call on Scout's behalf, though. The woman was pathetic. Eight years now, eight years of nothing, and the only reason why that could possibly be would be because of how shit the mentors were. Disgusting. Scowling she stood before the doors that lead into the Private Training Centre room, in there those two Gamemakers would be awaiting her performance. The thing was Scout didn't perform for an audience. When she was with Kaiser it was for fun, for their entertainment. She'd cut people and make them bleed to get him to smile, she'd do the things he knew were funny for his eyes alone. Those were the only times she entertained someone. Yeah she tried her hand at making the people she tortured enjoy themselves, but it never worked. They never saw the fun in it.
There was another problem as well, though, Scout was a career, by all means she knew how swing a sword, spear, javelin, throw a knife, axe and whatever other piece of metal you could possibly name. But knowing how to do that and making it into a performance to impress some Capitolite with a big head was an entirely different thing. She had no clue if these Gamemakers craved blood like she did, or if the idea of seeing someones intestines on the floor was revolting. Working to their tastes wasn't fun as well, if she was going in there and parading around it was going to be to benefit her.
Oh.
She knew. A devilish grin slipped onto her face as she pushed the doors open. Her name a final ring in the air before they slammed shut behind her. It had been far too long since she'd sliced herself some flesh. Her fingers itched to kill one of these kids, to corner them in the elevator and skin them alive. It had been three too many days since she'd pulled out someones eyes, or had someone on their knees before her pleading for their lives. Still, if her intended target couldn't plead their animalistic cries would be enough to satisfy that hunger of hers. She just needed to feel someone dying in her hands, it was like an itch she couldn't reach and as the days went by it got itchier and itchier until you exploded, and it would be messy. There'd be a trail of havoc behind her, bloodied footsteps and crimson blankets.
Scout Fray couldn't give to fucks about trying to impress these Gamemakers, she'd decided. It was time to satisfy her craving, so she strolled straight over to the knives, lean, long fingers wrapping themselves around a wicked looking hunting knife. It was a good knife, gently she caressed the blade, running a pale finger over it, the knife cut into her skin and her wicked smirk only brightened. A crimson bead slid down her skin and she spun, the echoing sting on her finger leaving a pleasant feeling in her stomach.
There was only two Avox's in the room, and she suppressed a sigh of annoyance, her choices being so limited. She paused, five meters from them, her eyes lingered on the knife in her hands, fingers stroking the cool metal. "Eenie, meenie, minie-" She looked up, drawing her arm back, before flinging the knife forwards and into the stomach of the Avox's on the right, "moe!" She giggled. The knife struck the target with a sickening sound and her life only brightened as she leapt forwards, excitement flowing into each of her movements. The Avox grunted, its cry cut short as it sunk to its knees with a dull thud.
"Now, now, now, don't try and move." She crooned, as she knelt down beside the Avox, for a moment her face twisting into a mocking look of worry. Reaching forwards she grabbed the girls face, fingers cupping her cheeks almost gently. "It'll only hurt more if you fight it." Her lips twisted into a feral grin, as she reached for the blade, drawing it up and through flesh until it hit the girls rib cage. Her hand moved to the Avox's lips, covering her mouth, to stifle the screams. "Tut, tut," she shook her head, hand wound loosely around the blade, the other covering her face as she forced the Avox's to meet her eyes.
"We don't want to be screaming just yet, okay?" The Avox's eyes widened, pain glistened within their depths, as tears slipped past, a warm soothing touch on Scout's hands. She could feel the girls mouth moving, as she tried with everything she had to bite back her scream. Fear was a powerful tool. Scout wasn't sure if it was terror or blood loss that had the girl shaking underneath her hands. Honestly, she didn't care. It was invigorating, the feel of hot sticky blood on her hands, she was drinking in the fear in the air, savouring every moment of it. Twisting the blade, she pressed harder against the girls mouth as she cried out, her feral smirk twisting into an accusing scowl. "I said don't scream," she growled. "Just give me a few more seconds, darling."
With an almost lazy flick of her wrist she yanked the knife from the Avox's stomach. Placing the knife on the ground beside them she looked into the girls eyes for a moment, before leaning forwards, her lips brushing the Avox's ear. "It's okay," she whispered, the hand that had clung to the knife only moments ago moved forwards as she spoke. And with one jarring movement she shoved her hand into the girls stomach, digging her fingers into the wound. The Avox grunted, a scream that should have been loud and audible cut off as blood filled her throat. "I'm afraid," she breathed, leaning backwards, "we're out of time." She gave the girl another mocking smile, placing her hand against the side of her face once more, caressing her warm skin as blood pooled at her lips.
"It's okay to scream now." She said sweetly. But the only sound to come from the young girl was a strangled, choking, cough as blood filled her throat and bubbled along her crimson covered lips. As she choked Scout lost interest, instead shifting the girls clothing to find a clean spot to wipe her hands. As she finished cleaning herself off she stood upwards, forgetting the body as it tipped to its side. "That hit the spot." She sighed, delighted, before strolling from the room.
VEPAR AZRAEL.
and you
were always faster than me
i'll never
catch up with you
were always faster than me
i'll never
catch up with you
There were some days that Sun just refused to be ignored, forcing his way onto our laps and pressing his face into the crooks of our necks. There were some days that it seemed he forgot where he was, pressing his back into the corner of a room and staring at nothing with eyes made of melted glass. It aches, whenever he cries. A deep kind of shattering that burns more than razors I once drew across my forearms, something so much deeper than the superficial pain inflicted by a troubled teen. And so is love, I suppose. To present him with every bit of myself was what came with the territory,
In turn, I must deal with how humanity has broken him.
And I expected them to be something different, better than we who treat avox as tools for pleasure or convenience. After all, to some there is no difference between the scum called avox and the children shipped out from the district. They are regarded as dirty playthings, ones to be used for entertainment and thrown away when drained of everything that once made them good.
I have too much faith in the districts, it seems. Thought them too human for my own good. Venus can see it coming as the Fray girl approaches, dagger clutched within lazy fingers as she brandishes it with drunken fervor at the two servants stationed within. He stiffens, led of his pencil turning to blackened dust against white parchment.
I haven't the stomach to watch her do it, closing my eyes and trying to drown out the screams with the humming of a soft tune. Sun's shirt is clutched within my fingers, drawing the boy close and pressing my face into the soft fabric of his sweater.
And I am a hypocrite, as I would not have batted an eye had this been one of her fellow tributes. I am a hypocrite but I do not care. Instead, my stomach churns and boils. I am a cloud before a storm, gaze dark as white cotton stained grey.
Scout Fray has much to fear, it seems, as I have never seen my brother so angry. Venus has always been the calm before my storm, the eye of my inferno and he has been what keeps me tethered to solid ground when my mind decides to rip itself in bloody chunks from my skull, leaving me lost and confused and soaked in my own grief. Venus is bright white, flaring blue flame as the girl leaves the room.
"Congratulations, you killed a docile servant with no ability to fight back, and displayed absolutely no survival skills." His voice is raised only a fraction of a decimal, which is damn near screaming in my soft-spoken, brooding brother's terms. It hurts to see him upset, and it hurts to see the way that Sun has been turned into something as pale as the parchment Venus ruined with his broken pencil. "The trend of wasting our resources continues"
"Collect the body." I demand, pointing to no one in particular and knowing that someone, somewhere will do as I say. "Burn her on a pyre, give her a warrior's burial." And for a man as weak as I, my voice does not quiver. "As for a grade?" I turn to my brother, crossing my arms across my chest and scowling at the glass that separates us from what are surely feral beasts. "I refuse. This is like the murder of a newborn doe, easy and lazy. Disgusting. It is not deserving of my acknowledgement."
Of course, that is not an option. I cannot cross my arms like a stubborn child and throw a tantrum-
no, for once I must grow up.
"I am willing to score her a four for her ability to use a knife." My brother states, wiping away the remnants of his destroyed utensil.
I laugh, something cruel and angry and sad and disappointed. "A child could wield a knife with the skill she did. A two."
We settle with a simple 3 and a silent compromise that we will do everything within our power to ensure Scout Fray does not leave our arena in anything but a little wooden box.
oh i
can feel them
coming for me
can feel them
coming for me