Chapter 24 - Losing Identity

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Although I vaguely remember being picked up, I find myself in the Arena. The thunder is rolling above my head as I sense movement in all the bushes around me. God, I don’t even know why I’m here! Although I remember being picked up, that must’ve been an illusion considering I’m right back in here. I’m standing here with a bloody axe in my hands and bushes are moving around me. God, this is freaking scary! Whatever it is that is out there, it can jump out and just attack me from any angle.

I hear movement behind me and I immediately turn around. However, this is not an attack. This is…Talon! Although he’s a welcome sight, he’s just the same as when he died. I can see the big flesh-wounds on his upper body and his intestines from his lower abdomen just hanging out of his stomach. Right then and there, I can’t hold it back and I throw up. That’s not the last of it though, as I hear movement further on the right, I turn my head to see the girl from 1. She’s stepping out of the buses and I see the same damn thing. Her arms are barely attached after I launched my axe at them, and then…oh my God, the work of my rage: a big nasty hole in her chest! I did that…I did that!

And then, someone’s grabbing my arm…

I immediately try to swing my arm, only to find that to be impossible as I wake up in a bed. “Don’t touch me!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I open my eyes. As I’m looking around, Blight and a couple of nurses are the only ones present. On the left I see nurses heading my way, but Blight stops them. “No, leave her be! She needs to wake up for good now!” I hear him say before he turns to face me. I can immediately feel this rage just boil inside of me as I look at him. As I look to my hands, they’re both strapped down. Probably a good thing considering what I’d do to Blight if I actually had them available.

For a moment he just stands there and looks at me. He doesn’t say a goddamn word. To be honest, I don’t want him to. It’s his fault that Talon died. I know for a fact that Talon could’ve killed that mutt had he received the medicine he needed. Blight was the one that could’ve given it to him, but he didn’t. I don’t give him my feisty-look because that just amuses him I’ve learned. No, I give him my deadly-serious-angry-as-hell look. He knows that one too I suppose, but not like this. Not like what I have in store for him if he ever spills one word.

“I know what you’re thinking, Feisty. I know you’re angry with me for not sending you the medicine to Talon…” He starts, but that’s when I cut him off. “Angry? You think that’s all there is?! That I’m just angry?! That’s merely the first letter, Blight! Why the hell didn’t you help us out there?!” I then yell back at him. He sits down on one of the chairs next to my bed. I keep my eyes on him at all times. I guess that comes from having been in the Arena for too long. I don’t trust that poor excuse of a man…not a single fiber in my body does. “Getting you that help with the ankle, and the food…that was all your points were worth combined!” He starts.

I’m trying to keep my breath under control, but I just can’t seem to buy a single word of what he’s saying. Surprise, right? “The kind of medicine that Talon needed was too expensive to negotiate, and even if I did manage that, it was too far in to the Games. It’s been one of the longest Games in history. At one point, they were told to stop listening to me!” Blight answers but I’m still shaking my head as I still don’t believe what he’s saying. I’m pretty sure there was something he could’ve done. “Besides, I was holding my end of the deal with Talon.” He then lets out.

“What deal?” I then ask him. “A deal that he didn’t want you to know about before the Games.” Blight then answers. Well, duh! That figures considering I don’t know a damn thing. “Well, he’s dead now and I’ve won the Games. I don’t think his body minds if you tell me what that deal was…I’m sure it won’t hurt his feelings!” I snap at him. Blight seems to turn slightly agitated by my comment, but why the hell should I care?! I want some damn answers.

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