My Other Half

Chapter Three - My First Tattoo

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~MAR!

Chapter Three

Eleanor's POV

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Capitol."

My eyes flickered to the windows, curious of what I might see.

I gasped as my eyes hit the city, along with every other sixteen year old. We seemed to work in sinc, all murmuring and muttering about the shiny glass city standing before our eyes.

The Capitol, unseen by the eyes of whom were sitting in the train, besides the operators, of course, is completely made up of reflective glass. The ground, the trees, the buildings, all of it. I wouldn't be surprised if people came up to me with mirrors taped on their face.

"Think of how beautiful it must be here when the sun sets and rises." Niall says, sticking the beautiful image into my head.

"It must be hard to make it in this town if you're ugly." I muse, making my best friend chuckle.

"Always have to find the bad side of things, don't you?" He asks, not expecting to hear an answer.

"Yes, I do."

"That wasn't a real question, I was just saying you always see the dark before the light."

I smile brightly, finding an opportunity.

"Well, that was a real question.." I chuckle, copying his technique he used in the train.

"Fine, you win this time, Haines." He huffs.

"And you lose this time, McCarthy." I victoriously laugh.

"Yea, this time."

"And what makes you think you could win next time?" I giggle, until I'm interrupted by a deep voice.

"First time seeing the Capitol eh?"

I search for who is responsible for the voice, finding a large man in a silver suit standing at the front of the crowd.

Various voices emerge from the teenagers, some saying "yes," and some just plain screaming.

The man's lips curl into a smile, and he begins to talk again.

"Well, let me give you a small tour, then. Let's go, yeah?"

Numerous "yeah"'s come from the crowd, which was slowly moving forward, following after the silver man.

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Niall's POV

The tour ended at the shiny building held for marking, the man in the suit practically pushing us in.

People in various metal colors arrange us in alphabetical order, I being rather far behind Eleanor. They sit us down, calling out names and pointing to one of the fifty rooms behind them, motioning for the person called to go in.

It would take a while for me to be called, having the last name McCarthy, along with having 120 other sixteen year olds here was not going to do me any good.

About ten minutes from having the first name called, my ears perked up at the mention of Eleanor Haines.

I watched her walk to a room labeled 'MR48', all the while waiting for my name to be called.

I stare at the closed door and get enveloped by my thoughts.

Is it bad that I want Eleanor to have the same halve as me?

Eleanor's POV

"Eleanor Haines."

It is my turn.

I walk rather slowly to a room labeled 'MR48', which I suppose stands for 'Marking Room 48."

I pull my navy dress down a little while my hand slides the reflective door open.

I walk in to find a large, cushioned table, and a man furiously scribbling away at a piece of paper attached to his clipboard.

"Welcome, please sit right up there. Name please?"

"Eleanor Haines."

The man pauses and gazes up from his clipboard for the first time since I entered.

"Come again?" He asks.

"Um, Eleanor Haines." I speak, a little bit louder.

"Well, this is a bit new." He stands up and shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

"Hello, Eleanor. My name is Richard Haines, and I will be your tattooist for today."

I almost fall off of the table.

My father?

He ditched us for a tattooing job?

I don't know whether to be surprised or furious.

The latter of the two takes control.

"So this is why you left us?" I choke out.

"Eleanor, sweetie, you have to understand-"

"Don't you dare call me sweetie. You know what you did. You left us. You left mum! With two children and nothing else but grief. You left. Maybe mum can forgive you, but Richard, I will never, and I mean never, forgive you." I spit out, resembling a cobra biting the venom into its prey.

"El, I'm sorry." He states, and picks up a needle and ink.

It's good that he's smart enough to know I won't be able to forgive him.

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Niall's POV

El seems.. off.

No sarcastic remarks.

Nothing.

And it's already been ten minutes on the train.

"Eleanor, what's wrong?" I ask, concern filling my voice.

She all the sudden snaps back to reality, with a huge smile on her face.

"Nothing, just thinking about what the.. uh.. sunset would look like here." She spoke with an uncertain voice.

I could tell she was lying, so it must be important.

Eleanor never lies.

"Are you sure?" I ask again, just to make sure.

She nods, and faces the windows.

"Do you want to check out our marks?" I wonder out loud.

"No, I was gonna do it with you when we got back. Mum said she invited a whole lot of her friends just to see my shape, just in case the knew someone with the same one. I forgot to tell you." She sighs, probably because of her mother.

"Actually, it's half a shape." I tell her, expecting her to hit me like before. Instead, she just stares out the window. I join her, watching all the mirrors trail far behind.

Minutes later, I feel a weight on my shoulder, only to find a sleeping Eleanor lightly snoring into my neck.

Something's up.

But how do I find out what it is?

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~ Mar