DreadShots

Story Sample: He's the Catalyst

To be honest guys, I think this should be more then a One-Shot, but I'm just not sure yet. So here's a sample.

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"Oh my god...what!?", groaned Jonah as he was awoken from his sleep.

His father chuckled in amusement as he shook his son awake,  and as soon as it came was as soon as it went. His laughter died on him as it dawned to him that today was the last day with his son. "C'mon, get up. Your mom is waiting for you in the kitchen with a great breakfast."

"Daaaaad", Jonah dragged out annoyingly, "Do you the time?"

"I do now Jonah, I advise to get up... before they come and get you!", he hollered back in annoyance. Jonah jumped up to his feet, from his father's tone. He ran to the shower, stumbling along the way of course, because he was a natural born complete klutz. "Oh shit!", he exclaimed after feeling the cold water pelt his skin. "Dammit... its only this cold when Shay's here...", he mumbled and his words not registering to himself. "Shay's here!", he screamed in excitement as he bolted out the shower. He threw on a plain black t-shirt, -inside out of course though- a pair of tan cargo shorts and black vans.

Bolting down the steps way too quickly, he stumbled midway and began an epic tumble to the floor. SMACK, went his face to the wooden floor.

"Dear god, did I miss you sucking face with the floor.", Shay said happily as he watched his brother laid face first on the ground. Jonah started shifting on the floor in slight discomfort from his face smacking ground, as he started to get up.

"Sweet lord, that hurt so fucking bad", Jonah moaned as he got up.

"Hey!", his mom scorned from the usage of foul language.

"Sorry mummie", he said sheepishly, walking over to sit on the stool near Shay next the kitchen island.

"What? Mum, but when I cursed you always did stuff me...", Shay whined, "like smack the back of my head, pull my ear, and pinch my sides so hard I could've died."

"Oh hush", she brushed off.

Shay scoffed like a 23 year-old child and they all just stared at him amusingly; loving the reactions of the son and brother they barely get to see anymore.

"So, what exactly am I up so early for?", Jonah questioned as mom set down his breakfast in front of him. Steaming blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs with sausage, and a hash brown. All of which are his favorites. "Oh your a goddess mum", Jonah reveled from the meal that sat in front of him, waiting to be devoured.

"Honey, this is why Shay's here", his mother answered. He glanced at his brother curiously. Shay's face morphed from the happy and taunting brother, to a concerned and worried one.

"Okay... what's going on..?", Jonah asked in fear of what's about to come. Scared for the rumors that he's heard about. He thought the government has stopped those training facilities, since they were considered inhumane. The killing off of the weak, to create a country that can defend themselves from rivaling countries.

"The festival of games are near Jonah", his brother said dejectedly. His words rang in Jonah's ear.

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A/N:

This shit, has been stuck in my mind for ages. So I've been writing it. Seems a bit Hunger Game based, but I oddly enough got this idea watching The Game of Thrones and this really weird movie.

Well, I hope y'all liked it.