Gone | Marcasite Obsidian | Oneshot
Jun 8, 2016 21:27:23 GMT -5
Post by kap on Jun 8, 2016 21:27:23 GMT -5
MARCASITE OBSIDIAN
686 words • oneshot • credits The image of it all is much too vivid in his mind. Marc can remember seeing his brother struggle, and clearly remembers his last words, "Screw you, Flynn." Flynn had been the man that adopted Andy from the Obsidian family, promising to protect him and keep him out of the games. The man had done just the opposite. His family can remember watching the young boy struggle as the girl from District Ten drove her weapon into the poor child one last time. Marc can remember Andy's screams. He can remember the hopelessness in the boy's eyes as if it were his own futility. The older Obsidian brother had to watch the death of his brother that he never met, yet cared so much for, and he sobbed when it happened. Marc hated District Ten from that day forward, even if it was just one girl that killed Andy. No, it wasn't the entirety of District Ten that did it, but that's what it felt like to Marc. If there was anything that Marc could do about it, he would make sure that District Ten never won another Hunger Games. He wanted all of their tributes to perish in a way just as terrible as Andy had. He wanted all of their tributes to scream in pain and curse the people that put them there. He wanted to see them suffer. Yes, all of this may have made Marcasite seem like a cruel individual for wishing pain and death on others, however, he felt that revenge and suffering was the one thing that could slowly make him forgive Andy's death. Andy had only been fourteen years old when he was murdered. Marc would love to see young tributes from District Ten suffer the same fate for what Noelia Tibideaux did to Andesite Obsidian. Another reaping had passed, and this time, there was no child with the surname of Obsidian chosen. Although, inside Marc's mind, somewhere hidden, he wanted to be picked. He wanted to show that his family was not weak, and that even if he wasn't a career who had trained all of his life, he could get far into the Games. He wasn't pathetic, and he wouldn't be taken down easily. He didn't have the chance to volunteer, though, as another boy did before he had the chance. Perhaps this was a good thing, though. Maybe there was some sort of a higher power telling him it wasn't his turn to fight yet. He did know, however, that he would fight eventually. When it was his time, he would fight and get revenge on the District that killed his brother. Hatred was something that Marcasite had never been filled with before, prior to the Seventy-Second Annual Hunger Games. He had always been a pacifist, not wanting to hurt anyone or anything. He was far from a fighter, and hatred, as well as revenge, were no where even close to being on his agenda. Marc had been seen as an innocent sweetheart who never got into any trouble. Now, he fights and argues with just about anyone. He isn't afraid of defending himself, his friends or his family, and he would sacrifice himself for them in a heartbeat. Although, if he was so willing to sacrifice himself, why didn't he volunteer for Andesite? If he cared so much, why would he let his brother be sent to his death? Perhaps it was fear that if he went, he wouldn't survive. Perhaps it was confident that if his brother went, he could win. Whatever it was, it made Marc stay standing where he was, not budging an inch to say the words "I volunteer!" Those words could have saved Andy's life, but at the same time, they could have ended Marc's. Those two words were some of the most dangerous words that could have been spoken by Marc, yet they were never said. Instead, his silence allowed his brother's death. His silence did not protect him, and he knew that silence was not the way to go now that he wanted revenge. Revenge wasn't quiet. Revenge was certainly something that Marcasite Obsidian wanted, though. |
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