District Two - Epona Jericho [3]
**USED THIRTEEN**
Epona killed the Capitol boy with ease once she found him hiding under the bed. He was mercifully quiet, allowing her to enjoy the rush of adrenaline once more. Once she was no longer locked away in the room, Epona quickly picked the direction she wanted to run; she had to go west.
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District Three - Ada Huxley [2]I don't know where I am. Though I've been perceptive enough to not get killed so far, this is a new experience. I am certain I did not relocate myself here, almost as sure as I am about the fact that the tribute lying on the bed across from me is very much not a threat. Though Aya is not around, I'm not bothered. Perhaps I should be? It might be better for the image I'm achieving. Maybe I should play low with this tribute, let the Capitol see just how playable I am. They'll be watching me right now, alert and focused, realizing I'm the contender to watch, realizing I'm sneaky and am smart and can lead and manoeuver people to do what I want.
There's the anthem then, and it's unfortunate that the boy wakes up, but he looks as though he's unprepared, groggy yet frightened at the same time. I shove the knife behind me, sitting on it so the boy doesn't realize I'm armed. I can't particularly remember retrieving my weapon either, but that's the least of my worries. Faces appear on a board parallel to both the beds, near the door. The boy bolts up, awkward despite his size, and races to the door, sparing a glance over his shoulder to me.
It's cute, in a way. I doubt he knows what I'm capable of. I didn't know what I was capable of until I met the wolf. I'm prepared to do anything now, but I sit here like a scared, weak, little girl, and smile at him. His eyes turn towards the door, then walks back defeated to his bed. I watch him, eyeing him like prey. I already know what the door says, and I already know what I must do.
He sits perched on the edge of the bed, the linens and mattress creaking and lowering under his weight. He avoids my gaze, fiddling with his bracelet. His voice comes out in a whisper, quiet yet gentle, and I almost feel bad about his fate. He tells me in his watery voice about his girl back home. I don't care about his story, but I let him continue.
"Well, I just thought it'd be nice t'talk, if ya know what I mean? But Sammy, I just wanna get back to her. An' the Games t'stop an' all. But I never knew about all this killin' an' stuff. It's why ma an' pa sent me out with Sammy, 'cause I can't stand no blood." He tears up then, I can hear him across the room sniffling, and I feel no remorse for him. It's a strange feeling, just watching this boy crumble, this large ox of a man deteriorate in front of me.
He's not going to put up a fight. I don't think he knows I'm going to kill him, though. He's probably going to think about trying to kill me for an hour, deciding if he can, and he'll think of his stupid lover Sammy and he'll do it. But I don't plan on letting this thing drag on for that long. He's weak already. His strength is no match when his mind is in shambles.I stick my knife into the back of my pants and walk over to him. He wipes a large hand over his face, lingering at his beard as he pulls down on his chin. He gives a small smile as I sit down beside him, telling me that I'm very kind and that he quite likes me and the only thing running through my mind is how wrong the boy is. I wonder if Sammy ever loved this boy. It's as I think, sitting beside tis competitor, that I realize that this boy is Oswald. I mean, he's not the actual Oswald, but he's smart, and I realize that the love I share with Oswald and the love this boy shares with Sammy is unrequited. I've never loved Oswald, I've loved what he's given me. I've loved the power and the thrill it gives me when he formulates a plan to help me succeed. I've loved like Sammy loves: I love the idea of this boy, what he could give, but there's nothing more. At the end of the day, neither this boy or Oswald will ever be enough.
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