𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑫 - ❝ if I burn, he will
burn with me; that's his destiny, I'm
not going to heaven anyway so I
might as well drag him with me ❞
➹
ongoing
book 1
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CHAPTER 5 ❝ BEGINNING ❞
I STOOD in a glass tube, the door was still open as Emory silently fixed my collar and pulled my hair back. Her eyes were red rimmed as she held back tears. She looked down at me as she held my hands. I couldn't feel anything; no anxiety or dread or even the feeling of my heart beating. Breathing became laborious as it stopped being automatic but rather a task. My eyes welled with tears as she looked down at my silently with her ocean blue eyes that betrayed her thoughts.
"Good luck, okay? Make sure you live." She patted my shoulder and tugged lightly at the material of my jacket. "The material is thick, the undershirt is cotton and is layered but the outer material is waterproof. You're wearing boots lined with fur, I can only imagine it being extremely cold but damp."
She sighed before stepping back, "This is all I can do to help you." I smiled weakly at her, "You've done a lot for me. Thank you."
The door slid closed and the sound behind it became muffled as they began to lift me up. Through the sound of the announcer counting down, I heard her voice yell, "You can win, Persephone."
When the lift finally reached its destination, I could barely see the floor in front of me. The ground was rocky and damp with water and the only source of light was a openings at the very top. The walls were steep and tall, blocking off any possible method of escape as climbing is made to be difficult. The light shimmer of a forcefield above the opening of the cave indicated that were were trapped.
My eyes wandered, trying to identify the tributes around me, "27."
The dark lighting and my fast heart didn't help my blurry vision before I decided to look towards the cornucopia. In the middle was a fire-lit open metal tent. Many bags and weapons sat on the ground or laying on the large rocks around it. I squinted trying to find anything that resembled my blade.
"8."
I breathed in, calming my heart as I focused on the announcer. I crouched down a little lower, bending my knees to prepare myself to jump off.
"1."
Pushing myself off, I felt a shock of pain go up the soles of my feet at the hard impact but I kept running. Adrenaline rushed through my body as I felt my throat constrict. Two other tributes that I recognised as the ones from District 1 and District 7 reached the cornucopia before I did, grabbing a weapon before fighting each other off. I looked around quickly, my eyes landing on a slick metal that resembled a whip before realising what it was. My hands wrapped around the handle and picked up the nearest backpack and ran. My eyes caught glimpse of other tributes rummaging the bags far away from me before looking back towards where 1 and 7 were fighting. The tall blonde haired boy from 1 stood there with a machete in his hand and blood splattered on his face.
