❖ Book 1 of 3 ❖
【 Slow burn fanfic 】
║ A Prequel to the Hunger Games Trilogy ║
Isla Dunne of District 4 was a career. She had trained her whole life for the Hunger Games, an annual event held by the Capitol. A blood bath where 2 children, ages 12-18...
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NERO GRIPPED THE small boy by his throat, snarling in his face. He began cussing, screaming despite the boy's already terrified expression. Isla recognized him as the boy from District Nine, he had to only be thirteen years old.
"What. The. Fuck." Andromeda looked in disbelief from the boy to the ledge that Luster had just soared off of and to his death.
Chiffon looked pale, and Isla had the feeling she was about to be sick. She quickly went up to the thin blonde, delicately placing her hands on her arms in a sideways hug. Chiffon leaned into it, shaking slightly in Isla's arms.
"What was the plan, genius?" Nero interrogated the young boy, who clawed at his massive hand around his neck.
"I-" the small boy choked, hardly able to breath as Nero's knuckles were white.
"Kill a career? Show your district you were actually worth something?" Nero questioned, his voice clearly condescending. "Just to get killed anyway." The dark haired boy inched forward, now dangling the kid over the edge of the building.
Isla wanted to say something, she felt for the young boy. Absolute fear took over him as he flailed in Nero's grasp, grabbing at his arm to try and hold onto him. "Pathetic." Nero barked, releasing his grip. The boy's hands slipped as they tried to hold onto Nero, and he, too, fell to his demise.
A canon sounded, but none of the careers said a word. Nero spat into the abyss, likely directed at the little boy's body that was now plastered on the cement below. Isla just looked away, still holding Chiffon, who had buried her face into Isla's hair.
"Oh please. As if you cared about him." Nero growled at Chiffon as he walked away, a sour look on his face. Chiffon went to say something, but Isla just shook her head. Nero was hot-headed, and clearly upset, so it was best everyone kept their mouths shut.
They descended the building, Nero kicking the damaged bucket as they reached the ground floor. He let out a yell, punching a glass window as they followed the wall to the door. Everyone stopped, waiting to see if the boy from District Two had suffered any injuries from his outburst.
After a moment of silence, Isla slowly approached as the boy's dark brown mop stayed lowered, staring at his knuckles. She gently took a hold of his hand, inspecting the mangled skin. "We'll have to go back and bandage this, see if we have anything to keep it from getting infected." she spoke softly, not wanting to trigger the boy as he towered over her. He just nodded, taking his hand from hers and turning towards the door.
