Born to Kill |Clato|

Chapter 3

The world stopped spinning, the birds stopped singing, and time stopped running. The only thing that crossed my mind was that I should get us out of here as soon as possible and find a place to sleep.

All I heard was my strong and quick heart beating through my ears.

Lynch's face contorts in a thousand and one ways containing a different emotion every five seconds. All existing expressions passed through his eyes, from the unmistakable sadness to worry.

What surprised me the most was that he did not say a word he just stood there wrapped in his own bubble.

He didn’t move when my rusty knife was embedded in his left arm. His only reaction to the attack was to remove the bloody blade from his arm and evaluate his injury, nothing serious, nothing the Capitol medicine can’t cure.

—"Stop watch it Lynch, it won’t magically disappear just because you're watching it" — this was becoming something boring and overwhelming.

 Not knowing if you're going to die or not, if they're going to put you in jail for the rest of your life or just leave you alone in the woods and let you die of hunger and cold.

All this would be easier if I knew that this is my destiny, maybe I could come up with a plan ... right, a plan that fails like this. Nothing goes according to the 'plan' is actually the furthest thing from the plan that we could be the worst circumstances.

We’ve escaped from worse places; I know we can get through this ... if I only knew how to exactly do it.

— "Stupid Girl do you think I don’t know that? I've been hurt before. You know, I'm not just a pretty face I can also be deadly "— I rolled my  eyes with his response, I bet if you search for the word arrogant in the dictionary Lynch's face appear as main definition.

—"I am sorry to break your bubble of happiness but... Let's just say that if you knew how to defend yourself that wound wouldn’t be open, would it?” — He could have killed me since the moment he saw me, why didn’t he do it? Why does he clings to have two girls paralyzed with fear? Whatever it is, I'm sure it has something to do with Rilus.

—"Stop talking, you just make things worse" – he took his hair in his hands and pulled desperately at it.

I got up trying not to move the broken ankle too much barely containing the pain and maintaining an expressionless face. I have to be strong; I have to be strong, for Cassidy, for me, for our future, if we have one.

—"Why didn’t you kill me?" — I leaned my head a little to the right and took a few steps towards him wondering how a peacekeeper can be so ... useless.

 The peacekeepers are supposed to be smart, agile, fearless, afraid of anything but Lynch ... Lynch seemed almost scared of me.

—"You had many opportunities; you could do it from afar. Or when you find us, you can do right now, when we’re distracted, but you didn’t. "— I began to surround him putting him nervous, discovering who he really is.

—"You can’t because you're not a true peacekeeper, are you? Of course, if that's your real name. You haven’t killed us because you've never done it and never will. Do you know why I think so? Because you're a total coward "— I stood right in front of him, looking into his eyes daring him to do something about it.

—"I am not a coward Clove, I'm not a fucking coward!" —If he is not a coward, I'm not Clove Green either.

—"Prove it" – I crossed arms over my chest putting all my weight on the good leg. The adrenaline was running through my veins, I needed to keep it that way, without adrenaline in my system I would faint and there would no one who saves Cassidy.