Imagine Dragons - Monster. Yeah. I'm gonna go ahead and thak ColdStone4815 for playing 80 rounds of Hunger Games with me and giving we this idea. Thanks.
You close your eyes, listening to the panicked and cheery voices around you. Breathing in and out slowly, focusing on controlling your senses. In….out…...in…….out…..in……
A cannon sounds next to you, and you open your eyes, unable to force them from the glare that automatically falls on your face. This was your game. Your win. Clenching your fists, you glance down at your necklace.
Five seconds left.
You roll your shoulders, eyes snapping at the people beside you.
Four.
Your fingers tense, preparing to grab ahold of any nearby objects.
Three.
Easy, it's always going to be easy.
Two.
Maybe.
Game on.
You leap off the pedestal, movements quick and agile with practice. Your readied fingers find the worn wood of the chest comforting, and you feel the slight tugging of a smile on your lips, but force it down as you yank the golden chest plate from its pile and shrug it on. Reaching back into the chest, you pull out a handful of steak and throw it into your bag before taking off running, going back towards the hillsides. You have to get out of here, if you want to live.
Ever since I could remember, Everything inside of me just wanted to fit in
Your stomach growls, but you ignore it as your feet fly over the charred grass. Cannons sound around you, but you don’t flinch away. They are the sounds of death. Glorious, wonderful death. Every cannon that sounds means you’re one step closer to defending your title, as if anyone would dare defy you. For a hesitant moment, your thoughts get away from you as you see the numerous eyes that stare into yours, filled with fear as they begged for mercy. But you ignored them.
You were a murderer, after all.
I was never one for pretenders, Everything I tried to be, Just wouldn't settle in
You shake your head with a grind of your teeth, reeling back in your memories and forcing your senses to their peak. Your feet are completely silent as you dive into the safety covering of a house, seeking the only savior you can find. Your eyes lock on the single chest that sits in front of you, and you shove past the growing vines to force it open. But, alas, your heart falls at the empty and dusty hole, so you shut it and latch onto a vine. You climb your way through the ruined ceiling, just to crouch on the roof as a player nears you. They pause, turning their back to you as they glance over the hill. Wrong move. An urge begins to rise within you, and you allow it to take control, feeling the power tingling within your fingers. Your eyes burn with intensity as you leap off the roof, not thinking twice when you land on the back of the player.
