pictures worth dying for {zori}
Jun 9, 2016 12:36:26 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Jun 9, 2016 12:36:26 GMT -5
W E A V E R
Broken mirrors and shattered dreams shot through his mind. Reality blended in with the darkness leaving him lost and alone. Telling fact from fiction became one of the hardest possible things. Demons lurked in the corners. Crusader's dying breath buzzed through his ears as his face danced in front of him. The eyes of his parents glistened in the dark. Weaver called for them begging them to save him, but they were far away trapped in a different world, and the only way he could reach them was through death. Death stood in front of him, and if death was lucky enough to reach down and grasp Weaver from the world, he would welcome it with arms wide open and a smile on his face because the reunion with his deceased family was much more welcoming than a life living in district eleven knowing he had killed.
His head was down, and his eyes focused on the floor until he raised his gaze for only a second to see where most were training wondering what was open. He had been there before, many times throughout the day, but the camouflage station called for him because it was lonely, and it offered a chance for Weaver to stand alone away from the rest of the crowd. But it wasn't what he was looking for. He knew he stood no chance trying to blend in with his surroundings because the arena was always changing, and unless there was paint and coloring pencils inside the arena, Weaver knew it was useless.
But there he was lifting a paintbrush from the table in front of him, and he only stopped when the training approached asking if he needed any help. Weaver lifted his gaze, and took in the man standing in front of him. Of course he needed help training for the games because he wasn't ready to die, yet he couldn't find the strength inside because soon this man would cheer for his death like every other person in the world. But maybe he could prove them wrong. With a heavy sigh, he shrugged his shoulders stating he was fine. "I'll come back later, and maybe get help." He mumbled quietly under his breath before lowering his gaze once more. His future was bleak, and nothing mattered in the end because training never saved anyone.
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