The Fourth Olympics

S I X T E E N \\ Calling Ultlaim

S I E R R A

"Sierra, mind telling me where we're going?" Larise asked as I dragged her into the elevator.

"We're going to see Jackie. He's in the infirmary," I replied.

"Uh... I thought you hated me. Why are you bringing me with you?"

I shook my head, "I can only hate one person at a time. Right now I hate that Raina girl from the Capitol, so I can't hate you."

"I'm going to pretend I understood that."

"Most people don't, so you shouldn't worry." She blinked but didn't respond. "By the way, I'm so so sorry for being so mean to you earlier. I totally didn't mean it, I just have this thing that makes me me a little coo-koo in the head from this experiment I conducted back in Three. I almost died, y'know? Came out of a really deep coma. The doctors said I had some physical wounds that would heal in time, but my brain was permanently damaged. I'm kind of bipolar now—"

"Wait? What? Can you say that again in a much simpler way that doesn't sound like rambling please?" She asked, cringing from my non-stop babbling.

I nodded and smiled apologetically. "It's a really long story, if I have time I'll tell you later, but the basics are, I conducted a really dangerous experiment for my study on neuro transmission that almost killed me but instead I came out with permanent brain damage that caused me to become bipolar."

"I... You know what? I'm just going ask Jack what that meant because I don't... follow..."

I shrugged and grabbed her hand just as the doors opened. We made two turns to the left and then a turn to the right when we finally found the infirmary. I pushed open the door and found a nurse. Larise asked her where Jack was and she lead us to him. We found him propped up on his bed agaisnt some pillows, chips, wires, and other items were stray across a tray on his lap. He appeared to be building something when he noticed us.

"Sierra, do yo— Larise? What? Why'd you bring Larise?" He started, unawaredly switching the subject when Larise came into view.

"You were saying something else?" I replied.

"Oh, yeah, right. Sorry... Fuck, my short attention span is annoying... Hey by the way, do you have a phone chip with you? I can't find the one I had earlier..."

"Jack! Get to the point!" I yelled.

"Shit, sorry. Sierra, do you know anyone named Ultlaim?" Jack rambled, dropping whatever it is he was making when it almost electrocuted him.

Ultlaim? Of course I remember Ultlaim. Wait, how does he know Utlaim? Oh, oh, this a perfect opportunity to tell you a story (more like a memoir, but we don't need to be specific).

Ultlaim Nightingale was my best friend (and only friend) since I was five. We met eachother in the District Three Orphanage when my parents went to adopt my sisters (there's three of them, the first one is seven right now, the second one is thirteen, last one is twenty-two and is in college right now). He was playing tag with his twin sister Orchid when he bumped into me.

It feels like it was just yesterday.

The thundering of footsteps approached her, before she could move she was knocked to the ground.

"Oof!"

She opened her eyes.

He grinned.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you," he told her. His dark golden hair stuck up in random places, never neat. His brown eyes were warm and friendly. His smile kind and carefree. "You're pretty. Like my sister. I like pretty girls."