Knee Him Where It Hurts {Harrison Oneshot}
Jun 13, 2018 8:00:19 GMT -5
Post by kap on Jun 13, 2018 8:00:19 GMT -5
harrison greenslade
avox
- I'm better off on my own now. -
I'm no stranger to stealing, and especially no stranger to stealing from the old man who calls me his avox slave. It doesn't take much to pass oneself off as a Capitolite when all the resources are right in front of you. The old man had left for the day, so I simply raided his closet, picking out some somewhat-stylish but no too ridiculous clothing to wear so that I could blend in when I went out on Style Street today. I'd be wandering about, just to be a bit rebellious. I wouldn't interact with anyone, of course, as my speech ability was no longer existent, even since they cut out my tongue for killing my neighbor when I was making the attempt to protect my wife from him. Unfortunately, she didn't really seem to appreciate what I'd done for her all that much, and neither did my daughter, Terra.
When I'd slipped into the clothing I'd be wearing and ventured outside of the house, I began to make my way out of the overly fancy-looking and really quite crowded residential area. Then, I made my way onto what was known as Style Street to the people of the Capitol. I personally wasn't all too fond of the so-called fashion that the people of the Capitol known as Capitolites decided to adorn themselves in. It wasn't all that good-looking, in my eyes, but, unfortunately, if I was going to blend in while I was out and about, I needed to look at least the slightest bit like them.
I knew that I was doing something that I wasn't supposed to be doing and that I'd likely be severely punished, if not executed for it. I wasn't scared of that, however. I'd been taken away from my family, and nowadays, I feel that perhaps death would be better than never being able to return to them. They'd likely never know if I was killed, as the Capitol didn't tend to relay that type of information to the families of avoxes. Although, I don't think they relay any information whatsoever to the families of avoxes after the tongue is cut out of the 'criminal' that they've removed from the family's life.
One thing that I severely doubt is that my family is even certain of the fact that I'm alive right now. For all they know, I could have been turned into an avox initially but made someone so irritated with me that they just decided to decapitate me or something. It wouldn't surprise me if the Capitolites decided to do something like that, after all. They certainly weren't the people with the most kind souls in existence. Then again, neither was I. I was far from an individual with a kind soul. I was a killer, after all. Even though I'd only killed once, I'd gladly do it again.
Venturing down Style Street, people smiled and waved at me, even though they were completely oblivious to the fact that I was an avox and not one of them. I smiled and waved back at them, no matter how much I would have preferred to just punch each and every one of them in the jugular. I'd much rather see them all drop dead at my hand than have to interact in a friendly way with them, but I couldn't do that. No, not right now. That wasn't an option.
I had been wandering about in this particular section of the Capitol for quite a while now, doing quite well at fitting in. Until, however, I spotted him from a distance. The old man that I was an avox slave to was exiting a tattoo parlor (although I found that a bit strange, I didn't think on it too much) with another Capitolite, chatting away. He hadn't noticed me. At least, not yet. This told me that I had to get away from the area and head back to his house. If he caught me outside, I'd surely be in trouble. This man, even though he wasn't the best at punishments, was still someone I didn't want to mess with. I'd seen him kill a young avox girl with a gun before, after all.
Even if I didn't exactly fear death or wish to remain alive, I still didn't think that right then was the time. I also didn't believe that simply going for a stroll down Style Street was the best reason for me to be killed. Therefore, I quickly made my way back to his home and reentered the home before he got there. I immediately changed back into my clothing and neatly folded his, putting it back where I had gotten it from. I was rather good at cleaning up the evidence, nowadays, if I did something that I wasn't exactly supposed to do.
When the old man reentered the house that he called him home, I was to bow in a way of greeting him at the door. Reluctantly, I would do so every time he came through the front door of the house, and I did it again this time, as it was no exception. He smirked at me, walking past me and immediately heading up to his bedroom. Apparently, however, I hadn't done a good enough job cleaning up the evidence, seeing as this thick-headed old man had noticed something.
"Avox!" he shouted loudly from upstairs. He'd never called me by my real name, so I highly doubted that he even remembered it at this point. That, or he was just a major asshole like the other people of the Capitol and refuses to call his avoxes by their names. Then again, he had always called the avox girl, Jessabelle, by her name before he killed her, which was what made me think that he'd just forgotten mine.
Immediately, I went upstairs to where he was and stood in the doorway. The old man pointed to his dresser and I looked to see what he was trying to show me. Unfortunately, I hadn't done the best job at shutting the drawer to his dresser when I'd put the shirt and other clothing back earlier, as the slightest bit of the shirt was wedged in the drawer, as I'd closed it in a bit too much of a rush. I clenched my fist in frustration and the old man raised his voice at me.
"You've been out again, haven't you?" he asked of me. I raised an eyebrow at him. Again? How could he have possibly known that I'd been out before? I simply stood there, though, not nodding or shaking my head to give him a true answer. He got very close to me and up in my face, hissing more words at me.
"I know you have, you filthy avox. You're lucky I don't kill you. I'll be sending you off elsewhere and replacing you if you keep being such a rotten, disobedient piece of shit." His words were harsh but they barely fazed. I simply smirked in response, as he was in for it. Standing just a bit too close to me, my knee was able to connect with his groin and he yelled in pain, collapsing to the ground. I stood there, over him, smirking as he yelled various profanities at me.
It was only a few days before the old man actually managed to ship me off to someone else. I was just glad to be away from him. Perhaps now I'd come across someone that was a bit more exciting to mess with and not get threatened with a gun in return. Guns were boring, in my opinion. I had committed the murder of my neighbor with a set of kitchen knives, after all.
When I'd slipped into the clothing I'd be wearing and ventured outside of the house, I began to make my way out of the overly fancy-looking and really quite crowded residential area. Then, I made my way onto what was known as Style Street to the people of the Capitol. I personally wasn't all too fond of the so-called fashion that the people of the Capitol known as Capitolites decided to adorn themselves in. It wasn't all that good-looking, in my eyes, but, unfortunately, if I was going to blend in while I was out and about, I needed to look at least the slightest bit like them.
I knew that I was doing something that I wasn't supposed to be doing and that I'd likely be severely punished, if not executed for it. I wasn't scared of that, however. I'd been taken away from my family, and nowadays, I feel that perhaps death would be better than never being able to return to them. They'd likely never know if I was killed, as the Capitol didn't tend to relay that type of information to the families of avoxes. Although, I don't think they relay any information whatsoever to the families of avoxes after the tongue is cut out of the 'criminal' that they've removed from the family's life.
One thing that I severely doubt is that my family is even certain of the fact that I'm alive right now. For all they know, I could have been turned into an avox initially but made someone so irritated with me that they just decided to decapitate me or something. It wouldn't surprise me if the Capitolites decided to do something like that, after all. They certainly weren't the people with the most kind souls in existence. Then again, neither was I. I was far from an individual with a kind soul. I was a killer, after all. Even though I'd only killed once, I'd gladly do it again.
Venturing down Style Street, people smiled and waved at me, even though they were completely oblivious to the fact that I was an avox and not one of them. I smiled and waved back at them, no matter how much I would have preferred to just punch each and every one of them in the jugular. I'd much rather see them all drop dead at my hand than have to interact in a friendly way with them, but I couldn't do that. No, not right now. That wasn't an option.
I had been wandering about in this particular section of the Capitol for quite a while now, doing quite well at fitting in. Until, however, I spotted him from a distance. The old man that I was an avox slave to was exiting a tattoo parlor (although I found that a bit strange, I didn't think on it too much) with another Capitolite, chatting away. He hadn't noticed me. At least, not yet. This told me that I had to get away from the area and head back to his house. If he caught me outside, I'd surely be in trouble. This man, even though he wasn't the best at punishments, was still someone I didn't want to mess with. I'd seen him kill a young avox girl with a gun before, after all.
Even if I didn't exactly fear death or wish to remain alive, I still didn't think that right then was the time. I also didn't believe that simply going for a stroll down Style Street was the best reason for me to be killed. Therefore, I quickly made my way back to his home and reentered the home before he got there. I immediately changed back into my clothing and neatly folded his, putting it back where I had gotten it from. I was rather good at cleaning up the evidence, nowadays, if I did something that I wasn't exactly supposed to do.
When the old man reentered the house that he called him home, I was to bow in a way of greeting him at the door. Reluctantly, I would do so every time he came through the front door of the house, and I did it again this time, as it was no exception. He smirked at me, walking past me and immediately heading up to his bedroom. Apparently, however, I hadn't done a good enough job cleaning up the evidence, seeing as this thick-headed old man had noticed something.
"Avox!" he shouted loudly from upstairs. He'd never called me by my real name, so I highly doubted that he even remembered it at this point. That, or he was just a major asshole like the other people of the Capitol and refuses to call his avoxes by their names. Then again, he had always called the avox girl, Jessabelle, by her name before he killed her, which was what made me think that he'd just forgotten mine.
Immediately, I went upstairs to where he was and stood in the doorway. The old man pointed to his dresser and I looked to see what he was trying to show me. Unfortunately, I hadn't done the best job at shutting the drawer to his dresser when I'd put the shirt and other clothing back earlier, as the slightest bit of the shirt was wedged in the drawer, as I'd closed it in a bit too much of a rush. I clenched my fist in frustration and the old man raised his voice at me.
"You've been out again, haven't you?" he asked of me. I raised an eyebrow at him. Again? How could he have possibly known that I'd been out before? I simply stood there, though, not nodding or shaking my head to give him a true answer. He got very close to me and up in my face, hissing more words at me.
"I know you have, you filthy avox. You're lucky I don't kill you. I'll be sending you off elsewhere and replacing you if you keep being such a rotten, disobedient piece of shit." His words were harsh but they barely fazed. I simply smirked in response, as he was in for it. Standing just a bit too close to me, my knee was able to connect with his groin and he yelled in pain, collapsing to the ground. I stood there, over him, smirking as he yelled various profanities at me.
It was only a few days before the old man actually managed to ship me off to someone else. I was just glad to be away from him. Perhaps now I'd come across someone that was a bit more exciting to mess with and not get threatened with a gun in return. Guns were boring, in my opinion. I had committed the murder of my neighbor with a set of kitchen knives, after all.
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