I stood in the water as it changed temperatures. It went from boiling hot to freezing cold constantly and I just stood there, my face to the slapping water as blood and dirt was rinsed off of me. Temperatures didn't affect me, whether they were hot or cold. I didn't have a preference and just stood there as it rained on me. I've showered before. Once or twice at least. Lice had infested the district and with all the boys sleeping together it was easy to pass on. The guards had to actually line us all up and spray us down. The other time I don't remember the reason for.
When it stopped finally I looked around for my old clothes but thet were gone. In their place was actual clothes that didn't have any tears or stains. A black shirt and jeans with a new pair of underwear was what they left me. It seemed like a lot of fabric to me. I had only ever worn shorts, even in winter when it was coldest we weren't given anything more but a few blankets that the strongest would take.
If you die because of the cold then you were considered unworthy of living. It wasn't hard to adjust your temperature. I think it's weird that some boys can't even do that. They would always just move more in hopes that their body would naturally heat up.
I pull on the clothes and stand there in the tiny white closet where the faucet was the only thing around. Finally the door opened and I stepped out, my hair still soaked and running water down my neck.
A thin man in a coat stood there, his face pale as he stared down at me.
"You're not fully clean. Did you scrub or use the soap at all?" He asked.
I stared at him blankly as he sighed and turned. "Fine, follow me. I suppose there's no use in cleaning you up just to throw you back into the district. At least we can see your skin now."
I look down at my arm to see my skin. I haven't seen it in a while. I had a dark tan from my life of being in the blazing sun. I don't remember it ever not being that color.
The man in front of me stops walking and I almost step on his foot. I stop and take a step back to make some space for us.
"I don't see why he's awarding you." The man snarled at me with a sharp glare. "You killed our two best scientists who actually knew anything about this. Because of you, it's going to take us forever to figure out how they did whatever they did to you."
Like I cared. Seems to me I killed the right people.
He didn't stop glaring at me as he lifted a card and swiped it over the door. It opened and released a strong scent of food. I looked in to see a table with food just thrown on it. Saliva dripped out of my mouth and I didn't even try to hide it as desire burned in my eyes.
"Eat." The man said. "You have twenty minutes before we take you back out so make it la-"
I didn't hear him as I was suddenly by the table, my hands shoving the food into my mouth as I started to devour everything there. Hunger can change someone and at every bite I felt like I was bringing myself back into the world. I could breathe again. For a moment it felt like normal. I didn't feel the pain in my arms and my ears finally ignored the loud sounds around us. My nose inhaled the smells like another way of eating.
I didn't hear the footsteps as someone walked up behind me. Maybe I didn't care. I was eating like this was the last time I would get anything. Maybe it would be.
I didn't even stop as I heard a gun cock behind me. I didn't even flinch when I heard the shot ring out. The only time I looked away from the food was when the man who had led me here had collapsed on the table, a hole in his head and a gun in his hand. I pushed him off the table so his blood didn't spoil the food. I glanced behind me between bites and saw Volex with his gun out, the tip of it smoking. He harnessed his gun and frowned at me.
"Were you so enraptured in your food that you didn't care he was going to shoot you?" Volex asked me, annoyance and disgust in his tone.
Yes. Absolutely yes. If I were to die eating I wouldn't mind nearly so much.
I didn't answer him but kept eating.
Volex sighed and crossed his arms. "I'll have to keep that in mind. Feed you before a battle in case they offer you some steak."
I kept eating but froze when he was suddenly behind me, his hand on my head. It wasn't harsh or rough, it was just there. It was weird.
I swallow and he stared at me.
"You could be like a son to me. Would you like that?" He asked.
I would like to eat in peace.
I half shrug as I swallow.
"You know, you look a lot like my son." He said. "I imagine that if he actually survived the tests then he would be just as powerful as you are." He gripped my hair and said "But he was weak. Not like you."
I was running out of food but my stomach was not done.
"Would you like to be my weapon?" He asked as his hand forced my head to turn to look at him. He stared into my eyes. "I'll give you anything you want. What do you want?"
I felt my burn heating in my stomach and into my chest in anger that he was trying to control me.
I stare at him and lick the salt off my lips. He was waiting for an answer to figure out what I want. I didn't lie much anymore.
"I'd like to kill you." I finally say.
Volex stared at me and then a smile grew on his face. He started to laugh as he released my head and walked to the door.
"You can't kill me." He laughed. "You are too weak. You may be strong but I am stronger then you. I always will be." He stopped at the door and looked back at me. I stare at him as he smiles. "But I'll play." He raised two fingers. "I'll let you challenge me twice whenever you want. If you lose the first time you follow me with undying loyalty."
"And if I win?" I ask.
Volex's smile shined cruelly as he said "Then you kill me. I warn you though. The second fight is to the death. I'll get to kill you if I want."
He offers his hand and I meet up halfway to shake it.
He yanks me close, his grip like iron as he stares into my eyes. "You're a dog who barks back. I just hope there's some teeth behind your threats." He chuckled and released me, turning on his heel to walk out. "Enjoy your food little boy."
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Foundation Of A Monster (Hunger Games Male OC Prequel)
FanficI wasn't a cute baby. I looked hideous with a blotchy red face and ugly patchy hair. My hair has always been wild and that's why my father always kept it shaved or short. After he was gone it became wild and the other boys hated me for it. I never f...