Tobias Roman // D2 // FIN

tw: knives, child abuse, drugs

Uncle Flynn tapped the knife on the table in front of him. It was a warning- a threat. One wrong move and that knife would meet my flesh. I stood before him, awaiting his instructions. I had to listen to every bit of what he told me, or that blade would slice me open. I'd seen it happen before, to one of the other kids. He didn't kill them, but they weren't in the best shape afterward. They were an idiot for disobeying him.

"Alright, kid," started Uncle Flynn. "I've got a bigger job for you than usual. You've always been one of my... most obedient. Therefore, I think you can handle this. No funny business, though, got it?" he warned harshly.

"Yes, Uncle Flynn," I nodded.

When he explained what I was to be doing, whereas most folks would've been nervous, I was excited. I'd be a part of one of Uncle Flynn's bigger operations for once. Usually, Miss Daidom was the only one with the opportunity to do such a thing, but I suppose he must've wanted more people to assist him this time. I was sure he was capable of doing this all without me, but I was grateful for the opportunity.

I'd be helping him with one of his biggest heists. I knew that he often stole important stuff from important people, but he'd usually kept it from us as to what exactly he was stealing and who he was taking it from. This time, I got to be in the know. This was going to be fun. I'd been trained as many things over my lifetime; a thief, a career, a charismatic swindler. To put it bluntly, I knew how to get what I wanted. This, however, was something a bit different and new to me.

This time, Uncle Flynn wanted me to help him intercept a shipment of drugs that were headed for the hospitals. It was a huge shipment, and it would turn a huge profit if we could get our hands on it. He told me to go get ready, as this job would be carried out tonight.

I immediately went to where I kept my miniscule stash of belongings that I was allowed. I put on my black jacket and my darkest pair of trousers. Leather gloves followed, covering my pale hands. To finish off my attire, I placed a black winter hat over my messy brown hair. I had to blend in with the night, and this was the best way to do it. That, and the gloves would keep my fingerprints off of things, which was quite vital.

Then, I returned to standing in front of Uncle Flynn.

"I'm ready, sir," I told him.

Over the years, I'd gained quite the respect for this man. I'd never known my parents, as Uncle Flynn took me in as a baby. Now, I lived here in this run down building with the other kids he'd taken in. We did what he wanted in exchange for career training. He trained us as careers with the promise of victory, fame and glory from the Hunger Games. He told us that if we trained hard enough and did everything he asked, we'd be able to win the Hunger Games, and when we came back alive, he'd give us everything we could ever want.

I was ready to have everything I could ever want. I was ready for that victory, fame and glory. I was ready for the fight in the arena that would come with it all. I wanted it all, and if I got there, I'd have Uncle Flynn to thank.

Tonight was just another step in the right direction.