Solangelo Oneshots (NicoxWill)

Hunger Games AU (Part 3)

WARNING: Dark subject matter, more violence. (Not fluffy)

If you don't understand what some terms mean, definitions and explanations can be found on Part One.

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Nico

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I cried out as the peacekeeper's nightstick bashed against my head. The world around me spun out of control. I couldn't tell what was up and down; what was left and right. I managed to focus just enough to see Will out of my peripheral vision, being beaten senseless to a bloody pulp. He howled; a bloodcurdling sound of pure agony and pain as he continued to be abused with the batons.

"NO!" The monsters in white hit him hard in the gut, forcing his head to jolt forward. "STOP! STOP IT! DON'T HURT HIM!" I begged. "HE'S NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG! YOU'RE KILLING HIM!" Ignoring both of our screams, the damned guards continue to destroy my sunshine boy. The sole source of any happiness within me back in District 12. Fresh blood dribbled from his mouth and nose has he took another blow to the face. He fell to the floor, unable to keep up the fight any longer, both of us too dizzy to maintain consciousness. All three peacekeepers left with Will's broken body, a trail of blood in his wake.

No. They...can't...take...him. Please...

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"GAH!" 

I woke up with a start, sitting up immediately, my body drenched in a cold sweat, and my heart thumping in my chest at a rate faster than the trains that took me and Katie to this prison. My breathing was heavy, as if the air had a 2% oxygen content, as I sat straight up in my bed.

Bed?

My brain started registering my surroundings. I was in my room in the training center, on my white mattress, though I recalled passing out on the floor. I sat up more to see further in the room. The previously bloodstained floor was so clean you could eat off of it and everything in the room that had been damaged or broken was restored to former glory by replacement, including a lamp smashed by a peacekeeper with their nightstick.

Am I going crazy?

"The pressure of the games was probably just getting to my head," I said aloud to no one but myself. "It's not real. It isn't possible. After all, Will Solace is-" 

I choked up and hesitated at the thought of finishing the sentence. "Will Solace is... dead," I said, forcing myself to utter the truth, and whispering the final word, for it still hurt to confirm. I took a deep breath to calm myself, rose from my bed, and changed into new clothes: an black v-neck tee, and blue jeans. Looking at the clock on the wall, I still had four hours before training and two before breakfast. Maybe a walk around the gigantic training center would help clear my head before I started seeing things that never happened again.

~Unholy time skip brought to you by Caesar Flickerman's hair dye~

Almost a day had passed since arriving and I still hadn't gotten used to the palatial Capitol buildings, which left me in both awe and anger. Damn President Snow has the Capitol full of luxury and everything you could ever want; well, except dressing like a normal person, while the rest of us in the districts can't even count on having a meal every day.

I passed by an ornate chandelier with diamonds hanging from poles and refracting the light in such a beautiful way when I suddenly bumped into someone while I was busy gazing at the ceiling fixtures.