young blood on the throne [sephora/flynn]

District One, career country. The Le Roux one. There is already a script written out for me so hopefully it can be a nice flying visit. I have not seen a schedule so I guess I will be skipping past knocking on the door of Silk’s family’s door and the other one. Coach DeLuxe. I had not met him in the games and the replays of his action are pretty brutal. Killed by a mutt, how do all the careers think about that?

Their perfect prodigy savaged by a fake beast while a thirteen-year-old just casually shot his way through the games.

Sharpshooter. It is really catching on. During the District One speech, there were murmurs of the word. It is just a fancy word for murderer really. Sharpshooting murdering idiot, who is stood on stage while their kids are in coffins. The same words said twelve times, even in Six. I might have been on that stage in Six, but I came home with a filled coffin on the train too.
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The entourage have me stood in the town square of One after the speech, not far from the justice building…just to be safe. Every bit of architecture is a far contrast to the shabby buildings in Six. If only money could be spread across the infrastructure. It is taken twelve districts to finally be in awe. To finally be able to compare it to the wealth and bright lights of the Capitol. Twelve very contrasting Districts. It is a bit shit.

"Congratulations, Flynn," A girl steps up to congratulate me and the escort dips into my good ear to whisper her identity. So, I have not escaped the tributes families in One. It is Coach’s sister. Great, I hope they have searched her for knives. Then comes the daunting question was volunteering worth it? Really for a thirteen year old boy from my district, no. But I can’t say that, I have been their pretty little angel (at the best of my abilities) all the tour. I cannot blow it now. Nah fuck the fury of the Capitol. I have got to use that trust someday.

”I mean everyone gets a second chance. The DeLuxe family may well get their second chance. You have probably trained for years and years if you feel like you can do it. Then have a good think.” It is still hard to string lots of sentences together, my throat and lungs are so adamant to make my voice crack. But the burning in my chest is not from radiation poison lifelong side effects. It is from the lying. It is from becoming the perfect little model for the superiors. What will my friends think of that?

District One, career country. All the Districts are so different. The career mentality here is crazy. I have had relatives sobbing, relatives blaming me. Now I have one picking my brains about whether they should go down that rancid, poisonous, traumatic path that has me stood in District One right now. I am glad this is the last one, even the Capitol is a little more breathable than the Districts. Ahh. I hate this. Take me back to the modest meals with other victors. Not conversations like this in the public view.

I have no answers. I have nothing. I never trained for this. It is just luck or maybe natural talent like I told Sardonyx. Or it is the tiny snippet of training I got from that Capitol trainer.

I really cannot shake this girl off, more questions. I do not want to be the one to send this girl off to her death wish but there are eyes on me right now. She could have pulled us away privately like so many have before. ”Do you really think a kid like me from Six was ready for the games?” I just shrug, the sharpshooting natural talent is the role I have been playing by the entire victory tour. There is no point in lying. ”I was never ready. It was just luck but maybe it is different for careers. I don’t know.” So stop asking me!