broken {faux}

It's empty.

This place.

All Faux sees everywhere he turns is the lonely shadow following behind. It's a lonely place even the stuffed figure of Harbinger isn't enough to keep him company.

An exasperated sigh leaves his chest as he tries his hardest to figure out what's going on. Sometimes it feels real, but other moments feel like a long dream he's walking through. At certain moments the lights seem okay, however, in the blink of an eye it seems like they become brighter and brighter while the idea of floating away enters his mind.

Everything happens for a reason.

There's a reason his name was called. There's a reason he never had the chance to truly say goodbye to his brother. A reason he woke up here in a strange place after only surviving for what felt like a day, yet none the questions are still there tearing through a frantic mind.

He swears Glamour is on something. That this is just a joke. The Capitol is full of sadistic people - nothing truly surprises him now. Or maybe Faux himself found some plants inside the arena and this is all a hallucination. The thought makes it all seem better only for a moment because nobody is around to talk to. A plan to escape forms in his mind, yet he's so easily distracted that the plan slowly slips away.

A shadow dances around with every step he takes, but not a single thing makes much sense.

His steps are still extremely unsteady leaving the furniture neatly placed around the facility as a crutch to hold himself up. The wide open floor makes it hard to move around easily, or maybe it's the spinning walls and the moving floor? Whatever the case is, Faux isn't sure where he's heading or what he has in mind. There's so much to explore. So much to see.

An escape that needs to be made.

But how can someone with an injury as serious as his break free?

It hurts. Every step. Every beat of his heart he feels drumming through his head, yet he yearns for more. The answers are here written on the walls, and Faux wants to find them before it's completely too late. He wants to see what's happening.

Even the peacekeepers standing guard can't break his concentration.

It's not that, though, it's something else. The huge screen secured to the wall catches his attention. Maybe that'll explain something. Maybe that'll show more of what's happening, but once he's finally seated in a chair, Faux can't move since his eyes immediately glue to the screen.

Is that..

the...

Hunger Games?

For a moment the question hangs in the air until it twists around him in attempt to take his life away.

Can't be..

I was there.

Or was he?

Trembling fingers scratch at the bandage around his head. It's almost like watching from the outside looking in. His body's been left lying in the sands of time while his soul watches the movie play.

Replay after replay.

It's showing the same thing over and over, and it's that moment his eyes land on a familiar face -

Me?

A quivering chin drops to the floor as the world comes back together.

This isn't a dream, and he's watching himself on the big screen. The puzzle pieces are coming back together, and now it's all making a little more sense, but who are the people walking with him? Why do they care about him? He can see their faces in the back of his mind however, their names are gone, and it's tearing him apart. They all look so familiar yet so undistinguishable.

Two others are walking along, and two people on this strange contraption built from shopping carts and various other items. The other male Faux stands beside takes off into battle, and the young girl follows. Her name sits on the tip of his tongue, yet the connection isn't there. He's seen her before. Somewhere. And then he follows them swinging his knife, and the fight is on. A boombox begins bursting into song. People are shouting. Harsh words tear through the forest. Two tributes are attacking him;

He blinks trying to understand. Trying to remember.

C...C...Car...men.

Her names flies through his mind but before he has the chance to say anything, Faux watches as the tiny career raises the weapon high into the sky. "WHY CAN'T YOU GUYS JUST LEAVE US ALONE!" He brings it down right on top of his head with a deafening crunch. Blood instantly spills from the wound as his body collapses to the ground.

People shout and run. People scream.

A bleeding heart tries to escape as a blood curdling scream erupts past his lips filling the room he's being held captive in, and it doesn't stop until the cannon shatters the sky, and the world turns to black. His heavy body crashes against the ground matching the boy on the screen.

It's not a nightmare he's currently trapped in.

It's reality.

And he'll never escape.