i'll open a wormhole from me to you | lost boys + worms

v o l k n e r;

Endless lines of names reside in the blood upon weapons.

Endless thoughts of everything and nothing that fills his head. Numb fingers from tightening around the javelin in his hand at every sound that is made. Fear wasn't something he had, but caution was needed, especially when he was on his own. For all he knew, the capitol might want to test his abilities before he runs into tributes. A sigh upon his lips as the sun begins to fall upon the pretty arena's sky. If only District One was as gorgeous as this arena was, then all of his problems could disappear like ash. No more popularity contests based on last names. No more strength being based on cash. No more assholes to try and knock him down a peg. A fall place that he could find an escape from the pain deep inside his chest.

No more selfish men to control the world in their grip. Only peace among a people who thrived for it. The weak didn't have to fight anymore for their peace, but instead live in happiness, but this was no fairytale with happy endings. Reality wasn't like the fantasy island of deadly shit they reside in. Used to being on his own, he twirls the javelin slightly to use it as a walking stick to push himself forward without pressuring his foot too much. Wounds stitched up and the bandage along his cut feels grounding for him. Memories of his father putting on a bandage from where he was pushed down comes to his mind. Tears and scraps that showed the weakness inside. Telling the older man that he was never pushed because weakness was an icy chill of failure. Never supposed to be ice, his heart burns like fire at the memory of his crappy father actually being a good man.

That was until fired shots rang across the halls in echoes of pain and suffering. Lack of money created the fire that burns them all to ash in his house. Flint and him being left to their own devices after Volkner told his parents that he wanted to train for the games. Weaknesses were nothing when words and muscle came around. Assholes turned into victims and the truth was he became the asshole. The asshole who was going to change everything for fucking everyone. If he couldn't change them, he was going to break them. Burn down all of the fuck beliefs that destroys reality. This was just his first step towards his dreams.

"Fuck. You'd think this forest would be easier to fucking walk through. I'm fucking lost"

The sun setting would make it easier to track which direction was which, but it also meant danger would arrive in the form of mutts. Safety was more important than finding fuckers who ditched him after bloodbath. Either way, he was going to find them and chew Andy out for disappearing in a dangerous place. Four heads are better than fucking one. A sigh from his lips as the sun shrinks over the edge and he decides to take a rest at a tree with a hole in it. Safer than nothing and his allies were most likely somewhere nearby. As soon as he thinks it, there's Bella, Andy, and fucking Akira strolling inside the tree with a hole as he's still outside hidden. They probably saw him and he didn't care. They could talk in the morning. They could do anything in the morning.

A grunt from his lips as he climbs inside the hidey hole checking the place out.

That's when his gut churned at the sight. Furniture that's too perfect to have been made within a day. A fireplace that is eerily there like smoke might still be coming from it. A long bed that he was not going to go near as that's just asking for trouble. Then there's the feeling of it just being empty minutes ago. Someone had to have been there. Someone had to have been their before them, but he ignores the feeling and just leans back against a wall mumbling to himself in his head. Bella and Andy were getting comfy together and it was unnerving to him for whatever reason. Fingers splayed out on tree roots as he doesn't even think of how his back is going to hurt in the morning.

Akira seems to have found a place somewhere alone. A corner all to Akira's self and he lets the boy get comfortable there. Eyes wander away from all three of them as he rests the back of his head against tree roots. The entrance is where he decides to take refuge at. Easier escape if shit went down in their creepy fucking home. Plus it gave him the feeling of protecting the others if whoever was there came back. Javelin at his side as his wounds heal for the night. Eyes still open from lack of tiredness knowing that he slept in longer before bloodbath happened. Taking watch for now as the others somehow fall asleep after a long day. Mind set on thinking about the others.

Andy. A strange man since the moment they had first met. Better at makeup than the majority of girls in District One, but still seemed too soft to have been a typical career like himself. After he killed Ping, the stench of bile sits upon his nose still, but deep down there's something that makes Volkner uncomfortable and comfortable with Andy since then. A pretty boy who knew how to put a spear through someone's neck made him slightly on edge, but also comfortable knowing someone will have his fucking back. Lavina couldn't have that. Lavina would be betrayed eventually. Volkner knew people like her. It was only a matter of time before she fell.

Bella. A mystery still to him, but also a piece of home. Every games there's that stigma of district partners trying to look out for one another, but he can remember how that falters. In a game of life or death, fire burns in everyone and sometimes that makes people put their home in the ground. He could do it if needed, but something about Bella makes him feel safe. Like her presence drives deep into him and reminds him of the childhood days where his mother and father were actually doing their fucking jobs. Motherly is the word he would use for Bella, but right now, he didn't need that. He was fine where he was across the room watching Andy and Bella being attached at the hip like she understood what was going through their ally's head. Someone had to be the glue that kept them together.

Lastly, there was Akira. A specialty in his own right, but also the typical District Three type. Something was there that made him want to roll his eyes and be snarky with the kid. Fear still hides in the kid, but he preferred it that way anyways. The only good thing is that he seems snarky and yet has interests in things that Volkner could respect. Still a weakling in his own regards, but maybe the kid was just unique. Slowly worming his way into Volkner's blackened walls. A shake of his head as he rolls his eyes and turns back towards the entrance.

They were a strange bunch, but something was working out. Now if only he could see them as stepping stones rather than a group of people with their own lives. Either way, he would take them down eventually if he had to, but for now, they were his ticket to survival. As bloodbath had shown him, Andy had his back just as the others had. Andy killing Ping after she broke his foot. The throbbing came back as he let himself drift away for a moment. Tired of thinking for long enough to make him a sap now.

Endless breathing from a restless night as the dreams in his head take over.

For once, Volkner doesn't look so pissed off.

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There's shouting when he wakes up in a frightful flurry of achy bones.

"FUCK. HELP."

Fingers already reach for his javelins as he can see nothing for a moment. Then there's movement from the ground. A yelp almost comes from his lips until he can see Andy holding onto his spear. Volkner had been keeping watch last night and fell asleep. This was his fucking fault or maybe it wasn't. Fuck he didn't care right now as he hears Andy once again.

"Bella, wake up,"

The sight of Andy stabbing the creature catches his sight. Wounds opening on the mutts that seem to be a terror out of a kids nightmare. Fucking hell. All he wanted was to kill Lavina Cheyne, but now he has to deal with fucking giant things that come from the ground. What a great start to day fucking two. Bella's up and she seems ready to attack just like Andy had been. Knives readied to strike the damn thing that Andy had attacked. She throws and it cuts into the creature.

"Careful Andy! It might be rabid."

A chuckle almost falls from his lips, until he can see Akira over in the corner facing his own creature. This day was getting crazier by the second, but that's what the games were. Controlled chaos for others to face. Gritting his teeth, he watches the kid hit the creature with a sword cutting into the thing. Fuck, he was tired already, but shit was going down. His mind wanders back to his thought of fleeing last night, but he would never do that. Not now and not ever. Fuck him for thinking it in the first place. Flint would call him a coward if he had and came back a victor. Grip tightens around the javelin as he shouts out.

"Mutts! I was looking for something to finally take my fucking anger out on."

The javelin leaves his grip immediately as he grins out to no one. They were counting on him and he was going to count on them for now. This was what he was trained for. Fire burns in his chest as he watches the javelin fly towards the beast that Akira had struck at. Akira needed his help the most. That's what it came down to. The others could handle themselves. A laugh falls from his lips as he shouts to Akira in the midst of the scuffle.

"Let's take this bitch down!"

The fire burns where ice had once been.

Volkner would never be a failure of ice.

Only a succession of fire that burns brighter and brighter every day.

v o l k n e r;

The worm collapses with ease as he smirks at his kill. No one gets to touched Belladonna with sharp edges. All of his limbs felt tingly like the death of some simple mutt made him prove that he was a career with deadly training. Necks are a weak point on the damn creatures. If only it could have been Lavina's neck that it had gone through. Talk about a perfect dream to think about in the middle of this fight. A chuckle falls from his lips as he looks over to Andy.

Weapon pointed at the creature that had attacked Akira with a large wound. There's another strike that cuts into his neck as he backs up into the area where Andy, Bella, and Akira were now at. Fingers still outreached onto the next javelin as he can feel his other hand brush against Andy's back now as his attention is on the fucking mutt that cut into his skin. Red blood of his own that slowly drips like it had the day before. Gritting his teeth as the wound was nothing to him, he pushes back to see Andy move and cut into the other one that hit Akira. Bella's moving now to protect the boy from District three by hovering over him with blades extended. Her words of his kill before hits Volkner's ears in a joking mood.

"Volk is showing me up here, isn't he?"

A chuckle from his lips as his grip tightens on his own javelin. All he had wanted to do was protect Bella from her own blood and make sure she could move on to the next day. Right now, She was one of the only people he could most likely rely on to do what she knows best as a career. Muscles tense with anger in them as he watches Akira miss the mutt. A shaking of his
head as he turns back to his own problem that he was facing alone. The others could handle that mutt on their own. The one Bella had missed just fell over from a lack of blood. A chuckle on his lips as he speaks out again.

"Can't show someone up when they haven't done much, Bella?"

Joking words leaving his lips as he thinks of how Flint would have reacted to all of this. Bella's words had sounded like something Flint would have said to him in this moment. Was he watching at home? Thinking of his brother killing the damn worm before him. Who knows what he was doing right now. His brother could be fucking the brains out of someone as they speak to ignore the pain that he put him through. A sigh from his lips as he spins the javelin in his hands for a second to make sure it is pointed at the worm that seems to want him to be their snack. Fire in his blood as adrenaline mixes with it. Tired of being attacked by the awkward creatures, he launches forward again.

"C'mon everyone, let's actually hit harder than that."

A smile flashing towards the group of them that were his allies. Cocky in how he strikes, he throws the javelin forward letting it soar in the air. Flying with the ideals of his life and hopefully going to strike with them. Volkner was a career through and through. Hitting a damn worm should be easy, but still he had some worries as the damn bow had been terrible for him. holding his breath wouldn't help like it did for others. Instead he bathes in the anger and adrenaline in his chest. A smirk as he speaks out to the worm that struck him.

"No one gets to touch me and gets fucking away with it!"

No one gets to hurt them.

No one gets to touch them.

They only get to die in his eyes.

His heart beats as the spear soars.

These worms were about to get fucked by the four of them.

Good riddance.