Meredith who? (Killian/Victor)

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Meredith who? (Killian/Victor) Jun 3, 2020 6:09:22 GMT -5

Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Jun 3, 2020 6:09:22 GMT -5

V I C T O R S T R A U S S

He was going to kill her.

He was going to go to the Capitol himself and he was going to kill the little bitch.

"it’s pronounced str-ass like ‘ass’, because the house is run by assholes.”

Str-ass.

He could feel the rage burning within him as he watched her bow before walking from the stage like she had just given the performance of her life.l ike she had just owned it. It was like she was just speaking to him, the way she looked into the camera, taunting him. Playing games with him. He hated games. He had always been a sore loser.

He storms through the mansion, passing Killian as he goes. "She's dead." he growls, his feet coming to a half in front of the door of the room that had belonged to Meredith. He flings it open. It hits the wall with a loud crack. Entering he reaches for anything, anything that would make a saffifying crush when he threw it against a wall. Or something that would shatter to one hundred pieces as he threw it out a window. Something that she might care about.

To his disappointment her room lacked much of anything.

What a pity, he thought as he tossed thing onto the ground. He flipped her mattress before pulling a knife from his boot and gutting the thing like it was fish. It inside spill out.

He still wasn't satisfied.

"it’s pronounced str-ass like ‘ass'."

The words taunt him. His family name was something that he valued greatly. And he would not have it dragged through the dirt, stomped on and tossed out into the garbage.

"The house is run by assholes.”

Damn right it was.

And he was the biggest.

Something falls onto the ground at his feet. It was a photo. Three smiling girls. One was Meredith. The other Anna. Then there was Agnes.

He throws it at the wall.

Glass shatters and the photo is released. Walking over he picks it up, before looking over to his brother.

"where do we keep the matches?"

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Meredith who? (Killian/Victor) Jun 3, 2020 22:51:34 GMT -5

Post by Cato on Jun 3, 2020 22:51:34 GMT -5

K I L L I A N S T R A U S S

Meredith standing on the stage after volunteering is an image forever embedded into my mind. I think of my last reaping when I had a chance to do the same, and I decided against it because it's a death sentence, and yet she stood there like it was nothing. But being back at home, and watching Victor tear through the house in a fit of rage is terrifyingly amusing. I can feel his anger, his words beating through my mind with every beat of my heart. Of course, I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted someone to volunteer, but the pressure is on them, and here I am wondering what to do now. I'm a bit better at controlling my tongue, but stepping in Victor's way will only end horribly, and I am not putting myself in that position.

I stand, back against a wall watching Victor make his way to Meredith's room. He mutters something under his breath, and it's hard to catch what he says, but knowing is enough for me. Meredith made a mess of things, she's taunted us. Just thinking of it, my face contorts, and it's impossible to really know what he's thinking or what I really want to do. Right now she's taking away the crown and trying to place it on herself, but he's forgetting that I am king of this jungle. I am the king of district two, and going against the king is an act of treason and she must pay.

Yet I'm brought back when a door slams into the wall, and Victor storms into her room. He's destroying her mattress, the sound of the ripping fabric echoes through my ears. I can't help but wonder what he's doing, but I know to stay out of his way. I don't want to stand in the line of fire, and not reflecting his anger is hard enough because I understand where he's coming from. Everything is about making the right move, and the right decision, and I'm always coming up with a plan, so why not wait until he's calmed down even the slightest before making my move. Staying back can keep me alive, but it can also make things worse.

I take a step forward and enter the room as a picture crashes into the wall, glass shatters hitting the floor, and a picture inside falls out. Victor asks where we keep the matches, and I'm not sure where they are, but I know I cannot stay quiet. Last I saw them they were in a drawer in the kitchen, and maybe I should go check and bring them back. Part of me wants to not say a word, but the other part of me fears the consequences. I take a step away and grab them from the drawer before entering back into Meredith's room, my gaze darting from the glass on the floor to him; "I have them right here. Erase any evidence she lived here." I hold out my hand keeping my face completely clear of emotion. Sometimes it's best to have a blank canvas to start anew.

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Meredith who? (Killian/Victor) Jun 15, 2020 2:05:10 GMT -5

Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Jun 15, 2020 2:05:10 GMT -5

V I C T O R S T R A U S S

Killian had followed him. At first Victor hadn't even noticed, his being focused on the fury that burned through his veins like a wild fire. But when he had looked up Killian had been standing by the door. His fingers clutched the photograph tighter as his brother walked from the room. At first Victor was confused, and quite frankly annoyed that his brother had followed him only to stare at him wordlessly before sneaking out with his tail between his legs. But when he returned, Victor was pleasantly surprised.

Between his fingers was a box of lighters.

A wicked smile spread across his lips, but then his brothers open his lips, the words that escaped, music to his ears.

"I have them right here. Erase any evidence she lived here."

And he had been telling Isabelle that she had been dreaming too small.

It turns out, that he too, had been dreaming too small.

He had only meant to burn the photo to ashes, to remove that one bit of happiness from her life. But here, his dear dear brother, had opened his mind to new possibilities. How could he have not seen how perfect that would have been himself. Greedy fingers grab for the matches, his eyes meeting his brothers emotionless ones. "This is why you are the brains of the family." His free hand wraps around his brothers tricep for a moment before he gives him a couple firm pats. "Through my anger I had missed the opportunity to remove everything about that selfish child from our lives." His fury had clouded his judgement. He would not make that mistake again.

Stepping away from his brother he moves deeper into Merediths room, kicking things into a pile as he frees a couple matches from the box. "We will burn this room to the ground. It will be a reminder of what happens when you drag the family name through the dirt." He announces proudly, turning in a slow circle until he is once again face to face with his brother. He extends his hand, offering the box of matches to him. "You take some too. Light them, and let's burn this fucking room to the ground." His eyes burn into his brothers as he offers him the matches, almost like he was challenging him. Testing him to see what he would do.