Stab Happy (open to Flynn's Kids)
Feb 20, 2016 1:02:49 GMT -5
Post by troylus on Feb 20, 2016 1:02:49 GMT -5
Flynn didn't have the best control over his emotions at the best of times. And he was never going to win 'Guardian of Year' Awards, unless there was an amusing 'How not to Care for Children' category. But watching this years Games had done nothing for his mood. At first he was excited that one of his children was in it, but it wasn't Ryan, and for that he was glad. He even celebrated a little, thinking that Andy might have the chance to make him fabulously rich, if he just used his training and played it smart as he'd taught him.
The individual scores were enough to send him into a rage, throwing things around the warehouse, screaming, and making the kids work three times as hard and long in their training sessions. But when Andy formed an alliance with two other low scoring kids who seemed to be a total burden and no use at all, Flynn lost it. He beat one of the younger children to the point that they were unconscious, and possibly wouldn't make it through, just because they couldn't keep up in a seven hour long training session with no breaks other than a few precious drinks of water.
"What are you DOING?!" he ranted at the screen in his house, watching alone and talking to no one as Andy tried to help carry Lemon Cake out of the bloodbath. "They'll just slow you down, idiot!" He threw something heavy at the screen and broke it and had to watch the rest at the pub or at Swan's place.
And then Andesite fell - hacked down blow by blow amidst his allies, who of course did nothing to help and stood there rather like lemmings as they were all slaughtered. The money was all Flynn could think about: all those years of training Andy, feeding Andy, the coal for heating, the clothes on his back, and then the fortune he'd sent as sponsorship. He could see the backpack still on the dead boy's back as the canon boomed to signify his death. But Flynn was distracted even from the death and the loss of all that investment by Andy's last words.
"Screw you Flynn." The words played over and over in Flynn's mind. He had always made it clear what the consequences were for telling anyone his name or that he existed, and to have the entirety of Panem hear his name on the lips of a dying boy...that was too much for any man to bear in Flynn's position.
He threw the door to the warehouse open with a crash. "You stinking lot of maggots!" He roared, meaning all of them. "If you want to live and breathe another day you will be front and centre before I count to three, so help you." He took a large silver knife, almost a sword from the sheathe on his belt, and tapped it impatiently on his leg.
The individual scores were enough to send him into a rage, throwing things around the warehouse, screaming, and making the kids work three times as hard and long in their training sessions. But when Andy formed an alliance with two other low scoring kids who seemed to be a total burden and no use at all, Flynn lost it. He beat one of the younger children to the point that they were unconscious, and possibly wouldn't make it through, just because they couldn't keep up in a seven hour long training session with no breaks other than a few precious drinks of water.
"What are you DOING?!" he ranted at the screen in his house, watching alone and talking to no one as Andy tried to help carry Lemon Cake out of the bloodbath. "They'll just slow you down, idiot!" He threw something heavy at the screen and broke it and had to watch the rest at the pub or at Swan's place.
And then Andesite fell - hacked down blow by blow amidst his allies, who of course did nothing to help and stood there rather like lemmings as they were all slaughtered. The money was all Flynn could think about: all those years of training Andy, feeding Andy, the coal for heating, the clothes on his back, and then the fortune he'd sent as sponsorship. He could see the backpack still on the dead boy's back as the canon boomed to signify his death. But Flynn was distracted even from the death and the loss of all that investment by Andy's last words.
"Screw you Flynn." The words played over and over in Flynn's mind. He had always made it clear what the consequences were for telling anyone his name or that he existed, and to have the entirety of Panem hear his name on the lips of a dying boy...that was too much for any man to bear in Flynn's position.
He threw the door to the warehouse open with a crash. "You stinking lot of maggots!" He roared, meaning all of them. "If you want to live and breathe another day you will be front and centre before I count to three, so help you." He took a large silver knife, almost a sword from the sheathe on his belt, and tapped it impatiently on his leg.
