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"Rye?" Her eyes open instantly, heart racing instantly. She can hear the fear in their voice and their sniffles and choked sobs. It makes her sit up instantly, making her discover that she isn't laying in bed. Wasn't she laying in bed? "Rybbon?" Looking in the direction of where the voice came from, she gets up off the white tiled floor and hastily walks in said direction. For some time if feels like she's walking for eternity when she hears the voice scream, "RYBBON!!" She starts sprinting, only to trip over something, her head hitting the tile with a sickening thud.

  Groaning loudly, she presses the palm of her hand to her head, hoping it would help push the massive headache away. Instead, she discovers that she's bleeding profusely, as when she pulls her hand away her palm is covered in blood, some dripping onto the shiny white tile floor, staining it red. Looking back at when she tripped over she sees that she tripped over the dress she's wearing, as it's at least a foot too long for her frame. When was she wearing a dress? She didn't fall asleep in a dress...right?

"Rye." Looking up, her eyes widen at the sight before her. She tries to get up, only to slip on her dress, her head hitting the tiles once more.

"Cookie," she moans in pain. She looks up once more, her vision becoming blurry from the blood dripping down her face. Still she's able to see what's in front of her.

Cook stands a few feet from her grasp, tears streaming down his face as he tries to quiet his cries. Below his chin is a long blade forcing his head up slightly. The person holding the blade is the boy from District 1, his eyes beaming with murderous joy and glee. Behind him stand the other tributes from 1 and 2, each bearing their teeth in a devious grin.

Rybbon tries to stand once more, only to fall back to the floor limply, her hair soaking in the small pool of blood beneath her. "Cookie," she cries softly, tears falling from her eyes.

"You lied to me," he states, eyes growing cold and bitter despite the tears still streaming from them. Rybbon can only watch as the sharp blade cuts through Cook's throat, those cold and bitter eyes losing their color. Blood gushes from the large wound, splattering across the floor and staining the tiles even more. Rye feels the blood drain from her face even more, the tears pouring from her eyes at an even faster rate. She screams bloody murder, trying her best to crawl to her brother, who begins to twitch uncontrollably as he falls to the the ground, hands wrapping around his own throat in hopes to stop the bleeding. It doesn't do much to help. And soon his hands become lifeless, falling from his neck and hitting the ground with a soft thud.

All Rybbon can do is cry and scream, her fists pounding at the concrete violently. The inside of her body burns furiously, making her cry even more. She can't take this pain. It's killing her. She wants to die. And so that's what she tell them. She screams "Kill me" at the careers, watching as their murderous grins become even wider, making their face become distorted. Their faces become even more distorted as they walk towards her, eyes and mouths becoming larger and larger and larger until a blood curdling scream passes Rye's lips.

She sits up instantly, eyes shut, and swinging wildly in hopes of fighting back against those hideous monsters. Her fist collides with something, pain forming in her pinkie and ring finger almost instantly. She continues swinging until someone pulls her up against them, their hold on her tight.

"You're okay! You're okay!" someone exclaims, their hands running up and down her back. "Open your eyes, Rybbon. Open them," they order her. After a few moments of silence she slowly opens her eyes, finding her back in the room she fell asleep in. Her hands grip tightly at the sheets she sits upon, her eyes wandering to see she was just dreaming. It was all just a dream.

Pulling away from whoever is holding her, she discovers it to be Chase, who has a somewhat fearful look on his face. It dissipates once he sees she has calmed down, making him let out a sigh of relief.

"I heard you scream," he says.

"Was it that loud?" she asks quietly.

"Not really. I woke up early and heard you when I was passing your room."

"So I was loud," she sighs, hiding her embarrassment behind her hands. "Sorry," she grumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"It's alright, Rybbon. Don't worry about it." Looking back at him, he smiles gently. It takes her a few seconds, but Rye finally smiles back at Chase, thanking him quietly. "Don't mention it. Anyhow we should get dressed and get going. Training starts today."

still not very long but ah well