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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 27, 2019 15:08:40 GMT -5
Chaoter 13: Stalemate
Amadrya felt terrible, but refused to cry as she stepped off the stage, the cameras stopped rolling, she was free to go back and wallow, cry all on her own without giving Louden the satisfaction of seeing her break down in front of them all.
Speaking of the man, he was behind her, already with his dumb smirk, “Did you see his looks of betrayal? Do you still think you were helping them?”
That confused here, she expected taunting, expected to hear how the torture sessions would proceed, how her deal was for naught.
He seemed to take her silence as something completely different, turning to walk away, “Do you think you still made the right choice, oh, he must have looked so upset!”
“Who?” She’s couldnt help it, curiousity was prickling at her. Who was she supposed to see? It sounded like he was talking about...
“Everest, obviously!” He snapped, turning, and finally took in her confused state, his gaze sliding towards the dissipating audience.
Everest was not there as he should have been, and his eyes narrowed in fury.
“What?” Amadrya could only question softly, but he wasn’t having it.
He harshly grabbed her wrist, leading her through the corridors, back to the cell room, something that brought her confused state of mind nervousness and relief.
A solitary guard seemed to be keeping watch, though they gazed intently at Amadrya, unnervingly still, like hate plastered in their gaze. Though, she had to be honest, it wasn’t that odd.
“Sir, I can take her to the new quarters you have arranged,” they offered, masculine voice deep and scratchy, hurting her own ears.
“Yes, do so, I have to check on the others, for some reason Everest wasn’t brought out to watch like I ordered,” Louden huffed in annoyance, and Amadrya finally picked up on his goal.
He wanted Everest to watch her betray everything, he wanted Everest and her to turn against one another.
She didn’t have much choice as the guard pulled her away, she was still in that dress, and hopefully she could change on. But sorry prickled at her, was Everest even okay?
So moments ticked by, she followed behind the new guard, before she noticed someone hiding nearby.
Her eyes widened in recognition of the girl hidden, and the girl leapt out, tackling the peacekeeper easily, knocking him out.
“Macaria?” croaking seemed to be the only thing she could do, but Macaria wasn’t having it, and grabbed her hand, quickly running off the Amadrya in tow, and in the other she held a communicator, talking quickly into it.
“I’ve got Darrow, im bringing her to the tunnel now,” she spoke, loudly.
“Alright, good, we’ll talk to you soon!” Arlo’s voce cut through the feed, and Amadrya perked up, a small smile reaching her face.
Then Ari’s, warming her heart slightly, “We’re going to get you guys out, you’re families are very excited to see you guys again. Heck, I’ve missed my District partner.”
She smiled at the sentiment, before mulling over the words. They were...they were going to be free?
“Wait!” A voice called before Macaria could think to turn of the device or out it away, and Amadrya almost cried at it, recognizing his voice, and her worries lifted like fog, “Can I talk to Amadrya?”
“Can’t it wait?” Macaria snapped, annoyed, but Amadrya didn’t care, snatching the device from her hands and holding it in front of ear with shaky hands.
To say she was relieved was an understatement.
“We can continue going, just please let me talk to him.”
That did it, Macaria simply huffed, but smiled slightly, running forward still and keeping that iron grip on Amadrya’s hand.
“Everest, I’m so glad, Louden was talking about you being there but you weren’t and I thought something hap-“
She didn’t get to finish, and she cut off with a frown.
“Why did you do it?” He sounded a bit cold, agitated, and tired. The words froze her blood though.
“W-what?” She stuttered slightly, frowning.
“Why did you make a deal with Louden? Why did you trust he would hold up his end of the deal?” He didn’t sound mad, now that she listened. But he sounded disappointed, and she suddenly wished he was mad instead.
“I didn’t have any other choice! He kept threatening that if I didn’t do it, he would continue to torture you guys, kill you guys!” Amadrya started to raise her voice, but one swift hush from Macaria brought her voice down.
“He...he threatened us? To make you do his bidding?” There was a pause before, and Amadrya took a deep breath in slight relief, he just sounded angry, but not at her, at Louden.
“Yeah, I’m surprised he didn’t do it with Holly too-“ Again, this conversation was jumbled.
“Speaking of Holly...where is she?” That wasn’t Everest, but Alessandro again, who seemed to take the communicator back from Everest.
A silence fell over, Amadrya frowned. Surely the boys should have gotten Holly when they got Everest?
Macaria sighed, stopping to glance around, “No, I haven’t seen any sign of her yet-“
”RUN!”
Silence, for just a second or so, as the two girls turned on their heels, the scream was very far from them, but it was very obvious who it was.
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“Speaking of Holly...where is she?” Alessandro asked, taking the communicator back from a much more relaxed Everest, yet his face held a grimace.
The sounds of voices, undistinguished, behind them didn’t help anything. The feeling of unease, like they would be found.
Ari didn’t like it one bit, not how it felt, not the pit that was forming in his stomach. No, something just didn’t feel right.
After a short pause, Macaria had responded, “No,” a soft breath, she must have stopped to look, “I haven’t seen any sign of her yet-“
Whatever else she may have said became white noise, because a scream sounded, very close to where they were.
”RUN!”
It didn’t take a genius to pick up that something wasn’t right. The voices from earlier, and now this.
And Ari didn’t need to be told twice, none of them did, despite his injuries, even Everest took to running back.
“That was Holly!” Everest commented, and it bothered Ari to a degree that Everest could recognize the sound of someone’s scream so easily. Especially Holly’s.
He didn’t want to think about it, really. The idea alone was heartbreaking.
So, in less than a minute the three boy were close enough to make out the figures, the little ebony haired girl was passed out the the ground, a discarded dart laying just beside her.
Towering over her was quite a familiar figure, and it didn’t settle well with Ari at all. And suddenly a loud pitched noise filled the air, red lights flashing. A real alarm was set off. They knew the hostages were missing now.
But he couldn’t recognize this, he couldn’t even believe his own eyes.
“How...?” He croaked, backing up, because this had to be an illusion, a farce. Some sick joke.
There wasn’t any denying it though, the Bright orange hair, that seemed to be like flames flickering, the bright eyes reflecting back at him, a shiny silver with just a hint of brown flecks. The lightly tanned skin. The major difference was the multiple scars, burns that layered her face.
“Robin?”
She stared right back at him, though anger seemed to sit there.
He backed up with fear, and guilt budding like a overgrown flower in his chest. “Robin?” He was a broken record.
“Robin, look, we can help you, just tell us what you wan-“ Alessandro began, taking steps closer. He was calmer than both the other boys. Everest was staring at Holly’s seemingly motionless body with a large amount of fear, then again, his eyes kept lickering to the dart, not that Ari could blame him.
If Ari was tortured and it all stemmed from being shot by a dart, he would probably have flashbacks too.
And Ari himself couldn’t even so much as say anything but the redhead’s name.
Robin only calmly shifted her gaze to Alessandro, who held a hand out to her, but she slapped it away in turn. “I want you to die.” She seethed.
Arlo obviously wasn’t expecting the response, his eyes wide as he tried to approach the girl again.
“I want all of you to die!” She growled out as she turned fully towards them, dartgun in hand, with anger in her eyes. “You’re just making everything worse! All of you! You were murderers in the arena but now you get to be redeemed? Now you get to be free when you let the innocent die for your fruitless cause?” She raised the dartgun at Alessandro.
“Not on my watch,” She seethed.
Ari didn’t move, he couldn’t. He had the chance to tackle her, right then and there.
He heard her canon, he heard her scream! How in the world?
“You’re...you’re dead.” He responded, white as a ghost.
“Ari, get Everest out of here,” Alessandro commanded, glaring back at the boy.
Ari didn’t move, he couldn’t even try to.
He left her, she died. He heard her screaming and crying.
She died. She had to have died.
If she didn’t die...what happened?
“You know, it stung like hell in that rain, Ari. You wouldn’t know that, you just ran away. And I thought we were friends.”
No one moved, it was just some stalemate they were in. No one moved, not one spoke.
Alessandro then kicked up, knocking the dart gun from the girl’s hands, and what followed next was a fight.
A fight that involved fists and writhing, it was honestly surprising how such a young girl, albeit average height, could fight off a boy taller than her.
She obviously had training since the arena.
Which granted that she grabbed that dart gun after dodging on of Alessandro’s attempts to pin her, and held it up at Ari, ready to shoot him with it.
It seemed time slowed down, as Alessandro noticed this fact and lunged in front of her as she pulled the trigger.
Ari watched as Alessandro hit the ground, ripping the dart out of his skin before turning, a loud yell escaping him.
“Ari, run!”
Run.
He had to run.
He gulped, watching as Alessandro kept Robin distracted and grabbed Everest’s arm, shocking the boy out of what was likely a panic attack. Everest went to help Alessandro, but the sounds of footfalls alerted them both.
Peacekeepers were coming.
And Alessandro flashed them an angry glare, “Just go!”
They didn’t have a choice.
The two boys backed into the shadows, turning off the run as the peacekeepers apprehended Alessandro.
Ari could pick up Robin yelling out in frustration, before pointing off to where they ran.
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Halina cuddled up, watching for anything that may try entering the building or ruining the operation.
She was shocked to hear how much everything was messed up by the sudden interview with Amadrya. The fact that Holly was lef the keys, the fact that the groups were separated.
It didn’t need fill her with much hope, realizing that the group had spaced themselves out very thin.
It filled her with a lot of doubt.
She had the communicator on when the alarm of ‘Run’ had been screamed out, and soon after, actual alarms started blaring.
They didn’t have time anymore, and she couldn’t hide either alarm from Burton.
“I’m going in,” was his only response.
“Don’t, we can’t help them now. If we go in, we give away there locations and give the Capital more people to torture. We have to wait.”
He struggled internally, she could tell, but eventually had sat down, sighing deeply.
“Halina?” The communicator buzzed, alerting her to it, as Macaria’s voice picked through.
“Yeah?” She commented, waiting to hear about the mission success.
She wasn’t prepared. She really, really wasn’t.
”We’re not getting out.”
(It’s a bit rushed but honestly I don’t think it matters. I’m sure you guys don’t care too much either, I hope.) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 27, 2019 15:15:30 GMT -5
Chapter 14 spoilers and synopsis: (Read only after reading 13!) Chaoter 14: The Price of Freedom
- Everest, Burton, Halina, and Ari realize just what they’ve lost. Macaria wakes up and realizes just what she will have to endure, while Amadrya is led to believe that Everest had never escaped. All the while, it becomes apparent that something is missing.
Chaoter 15(title only): The Hunger Games ))) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 27, 2019 15:43:48 GMT -5
Ooh I just got out of a thing so I’m gonna read all this)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 27, 2019 15:55:59 GMT -5
Oh my god
That was amazing
I’m so excited for this story
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 28, 2019 6:39:26 GMT -5
In my time in the Capitol, I became very familiar with the screams of my friends.
I could tell even what kind of torture they were undergoing by the slight differences in the sound. The screams would echo down the hallway. Holly’s screams made me feel hopeless, because she was just about the most resilient person I knew, and hearing her broken and in pain was scary. It made it very hard to tell myself that everything was going to be okay. Everest’s screams broke my heart, for obvious reasons, but it was more that it showed me just how much he hid when he was with us. When he was with us in our cells, he tried to encourage Holly and I and distract us from what was happening. Tried to joke around and keep our spirits up. He was strong. But the fear in his screams when he wasn’t with us reminded me that he was as scared as the rest of us.
And I was sick of it. Not just of the pain, but everything else. I’m eighteen, I should be focussing on a bright future, I should be joking around with my friends, laughing. Not taking life too seriously. I should be going on adventures, taking risks. Falling in love shouldn’t be as painful, it should be like breathing. I should be having my first kiss. I should be being teased by my cousins for liking a boy. I should be climbing the trees in District 7, enjoying the peace of the woods. I should be able to be young and carefree.
Holly’s the youngest of us, at 17. She should be with a family who loves her, with friends who look after her. Safe and happy and not having to worry about anything. She should be able to be herself, to be vulnerable. She should be happy and perhaps a little naive, not having to be cynical and guarded. Everest shouldn’t have had to grow up in the Academy, he should’ve been able to be a kid. He should be like all teenage boys, being reckless and taking stupid risks just for the fun of it. He should be thinking about a long life ahead of him, without worry or fear.
But instead the others and I have been forced to grow up too fast. Life in the districts, growing up with the Games, they force you to grow up fast anyway. But you can still pretend it isn’t real for a while, act like kids for a little bit. But all that was taken from us. The life we should have ahead of us is gone, even if by some miracle we survive. We’re damaged now, we will never forget what we went through. The scars will fade, sure, but they’ll never heal. I’ll never be who I was before I was reaped. None of us will. And the Panem we grew up in will never be the same, either.
I never thought we’d get out of here, and as I’m running with Macaria I’m trying not to get my hopes up, because we could still be caught yet. I’m failing though, I can feel myself hoping, my heart racing in anticipation of finally getting out of this place. I can feel a weight lifting off me already, fear leaving me. Because even if I’m weak and hurt, I’m safe. I’m with Macaria, and I’d never bet against her in a fight. And I know Everest is safe, and now he doesn’t think I betrayed him anymore. Maybe, just maybe, everything will be alright.
In my time in the Capitol, I’ve grown very familiar with the screams of my friends.
“RUN!”
I know it’s Holly. But what scares me is that I’ve never heard her scream quite like that before. It’s different from anything I’ve heard from her. This is new, it’s scary, it’s dangerous.
My heart stops, but Macaria has my wrist and she’s running, and I’m in a daze as alarms start to blare. I want to retreat back into myself, to go back into the numb fear, but I can’t.
Something’s very wrong, and I get the feeling we’re not getting out of here.
The thing is, I don’t know if we can get out a second time.
(I wanted to have a bit of fun with the idea of the scream, as well XD this was fun)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 28, 2019 7:28:33 GMT -5
(Yeah, the scream isn’t of pain but I feel it would have been much more horrifying. Especially for those listening, who knew who it was.
I also love how you wrote it from over perspective :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 28, 2019 7:30:51 GMT -5
Exactly x she’s like shit she’s not hurting she’s actually just pure scared. That’s so scary for her and the others x but thanks! I’m glad you liked it x
I will probably do some more writing soon x hopefully something good and long that I can really get into)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 28, 2019 18:03:22 GMT -5
(Honestly I love all of the characters.
I like Holly because she’s human but not like the stereotypical human that has to be a cheater, or cause someone else to die. She makes human mistakes, but she’s not, like, the worst thing ever. That’s why I actually love all of these characters, they make mistakes but the mistakes aren’t out of character or life and death, they’re more real.
That’s one thing I hate about some books, they want the characters to seem so human that they act so uncharacteristic just to make these mistakes that make absolutely no sense for them.
We just got done with Macbeth and I highkey want to plot tragic flaws for the characters now.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 29, 2019 0:56:34 GMT -5
[Yeah it’s so true I love them all x Holly is amazing
Ooh tragic flaws could be fun.
For Amadrya I think it has to be her loyalty/selflessness, because it’s why she entered the Games, why she betrayed her friends to protect them. Whenever she does anything bad or reckless it tends to be because someone she cares about is in trouble. That sounds like a dumb tragic flaw but I love flaws where it’s also the best thing about them. I also think there’s pride there, because in the Arena she definitely had that desire to prove herself to the careers, and she is very careful about how she presents herself. Before their capture she was trying very carefully to maintain that tough persona in the arena.
For Macaria it has to be her selfishness and her wrath, she holds a grudge against the Capitol now - she cares more about revenge than doing the right thing. Everything she did was, on the flip side of Amadrya, to protect herself, and she’s learned from being a child that she has to look out for number one.
Burton is a little tougher, but I think for him it’s possibly impulsivity and recklessness. He’s like a puppy, that’s all. He has a brain he just really doesn’t use it to do any forward planning. He cares a lot about his friends and will rush into any situation if he thinks they’re in trouble. So yeah, recklessness.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 29, 2019 5:42:06 GMT -5
(Also let me know if you want me to do some au writings - fun stuff like different universes (Undertale would still be so fun) or historical periods, or any fun unique settings to drop our charries into)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 29, 2019 7:24:23 GMT -5
Robin: Her Vendetta and Revenge, even before the fic, a characteristic she had was this need for giving people what she thought they deserved. If her sister stole some candy, her sister deserved to be stolen from. If someone took more than they should be allowed, they should be the needy. She grew up, not poor, but not well off either in 12, and had always had a selfish tendency of self preservation and need for revenge anytime said anything to her.
Alessandro: Impulsive, his main fault is he acts without thinking if consequences, he never thinks far ahead, and only thinks of the possibilities he wants.
Holly: Apathy and Fear, despite her joking nature, Holly only builds care for a certain few and tends to disregard feelings in the crossfire. With everything she experienced, she tends to think of many things as petty. Aside from this, fear holds her back too.
Oh any of those would be cool to see too!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 29, 2019 7:28:33 GMT -5
(Ooh I like it! I love your characters a lot XD
Okay cool! I might write something fun like that then. Also though, I might write a Burton thing. Maybe something to explore the more serious side of him. Because if he was in Undertale I’d liken him to Sans, including both the jokey side and the don’t-actually-cross-me-I’m-stronger-than-I-look side. and I realised that I haven’t really explored that slightly heavier, darker side to him)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 29, 2019 16:47:27 GMT -5
(Oh true.
I’d love that honestly.
Also I’ll post the next chapter in probably half an hour. It’s written and done I just have to eat and the format it.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 29, 2019 16:50:49 GMT -5
I’m glad you like that idea! I might do that sometime soon it’s just honestly finding time to write
Ooh exciting! No rush though x)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 29, 2019 17:26:55 GMT -5
Chapter 14: The Price of Freedom
White noise, louse and blinding and searing like slowly ripped open flesh.
It was all Amadrya could hear. As her eyes slowly started to flutter open.
Flashes of images, a constant shift to red as the room lit in the color, alarms overhead and the sound of running feet.
Macaria’s overly calm phrase that still sunk great dread into her heart, ”We’re not getting out.”
They didn’t. Soon after the comment was said, both girls were shot with the darts, and sent barreling into the floor, apprehended and the last memories being of her being dragged away.
A grunt from nearby roused her, causing her eyes to fully open, and she was surprised to find that the room they were in wasn’t a cell.
It was white, with a simple bed in the corner, no windows, and a couch. The floor was a pale carpeting, and her face snuggled into it.
Confusion built in her eyes, she expected to see rusty cell doors, feel cold metal underneath her body, freezing her to the spot, sending her into shivers. She expected black and greys of monotone, not the colorful abstract paintings upon the wall and the white walls. She expected bloodstains, not comfort.
Did they really make it out alive?
The grunt came again, and Amadrya’s eyes snapped to the form next to her, the brunette hair fell like a curtain over Macaria’s face, and Macaria’s face was screwed into a grimace.
Perhaps she too was remembering the moments that led, at least to some degree, to their current situation.
Amadrya decided not to bother her, and to let her be alone. She decided to instead investigate, find out how the rebels had saved them. Why the rebels put them in a room together. As she walked, she brought her hands up to touch the walls, which seemed so cold and filled her with seeds of doubt, and her fingers danced along curtains with no use.
A single, simple room, with a small bathroom attached that had a shower and a toilet.
She glanced at a mirror that hung on the wall, taking in the makeup still on her face. A reminder that she was just a pawn to Louden. She hurried to clean it off, noticing a small wipe on the sink, pure white in color. It didn’t remain white as she viciously scrubbed off the make-up. She didn’t care how rough or red her face would become, she had experienced worse pain, and the most painful thing would be a reminder.
After this, she relished in the fact that she looked much more like herself, with her imperfections and scratches and bruises. Even if the trauma was easier to see now, it was better than being fake.
That’s when she noticed the single pale pink note on the side of the sink, a simple little thing. She snatched it quickly, reading it quickly with a budding frown on her face. Reading it softly aloud as he eyes skimmed the words, “Congrats! You did an amazing job with that interview, dear, keep it up and I’ll keep him alive.”
She didn’t doubt it any longer. She was still a prisoner. But as for the room...?
“I decided to give you an upgrade, I can’t have my new star living like a rat. Your little friend gets to share your room as long as you both behave, one misstep from either of you, and you’ll both rue the price.” She frowned, wincing at the words.
She noticed that flipping around the note revealed more in fancy cursive ink, ”Let Slayte know that District 1 is here, that little game only gave me more pawns. Make your moves wisely, and maybe the others will get to be lucky enough to see tommorow.”
She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until something took the note from her. In her shock, she must not have her Macaria wake up.
She couldn’t even say a word, the threat was very true, so much more was on the stakes now.
Macaria didn’t talk either, and maybe that’s was even more horrifying.
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When he woke up, isn’t wasn’t as peacefully, it was with a ringing in his head. A constant pain, terrible and cold.
The room itself wasn’t too terrible, it was a cell, that much was obvious, but it wasn’t as bad as he expected. It had a bed, and a toilet hidden in a corner. It had some amount of privacy. Curtains over a small shower.
He doubted this is where the others were kept. It looked surprisingly nice compared to what he envisioned.
Sure, the seats and bed weren’t very comfortable, but he wouldn’t complain too much. He was more frightened about the others. If Macaria was free. If Ari and Everest got out.
His gaze flickered to his small metal table, taking in a pale blue note that lay there. Addressed with his name in fancy letters.
But not too terribly fancy either, a bit of adolescence was there, it wasn’t Louden’s handwriting like the other note to the girls was.
“Hello, little traitor!” He could almost imagine the childlike voice, a trill higher and much more mocking than it really had to be. ”Louden gave me the pleasure of picking who out of the 4 of you got to be the guinea pig! And look at lucky you!” he had a sneaking suspicion that the girl from 12 had much to do with this.
But he collected on something alarming, 4 of them?
The mission wasn’t a success at all, many of them were there. Moreso than before.
Himself, Holly(he assumed), and who else? Did Ari and Everest not get away?
Before he could let himself dig down that rabbit hole, he continued on, frowning slightly, his questions wouldn’t be left without an answer.
”You’re little sacrifice may have worked this time, Alessandro, but you’ll learn to rue letting Ari get away,” well, it was obviously Robin. The girl seemed to have it out for the young survivor, most likely due to their old friendship and partnership.
Though a haunting question lingered in his mind, if Ari escaped, then Everest did too?
And if Halina and Burton were on guard...
Did Macaria and Amadrya get caught?
”As for the others, you’ll get to see them soon, at least, what’s left of them,” that didn’t settle well, the connotation behind it made a pit swell in his throat.
If that little brat got Macaria hurt he would...
”Then again, you wouldn’t care about about the remains anyways. Get your strength up, you’re going to need it.”
Perhaps it was fear, or anger.
Perhaps it was even more.
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To say Halina was freaking out would be an understatement.
Everything they built up, trained for, stood for, was hanging on a thread now.
The thread around their neck, tightening as they fell from the podium, hands clawing at their neck.
“Run,” they mouthed, so helpless and lifeless as they danced like a toy.
Hanging, wild fear and panic amidst the chaos.
The thread of life snapped.
Her gaze snapped to the side, hoping to find solace in her friends, her new family.
Burton and Everest looked utterly broken and hurt. Ari kept mumbling that wretched name of the traitor.
Diana was speaking so soft that Halina, who trained in eavesdropping and finding weakness, couldn’t even pick out her featherlight words.
It was tense, and the room felt so cold. So hopeless and helpless.
Silence hung in the air like a choking fog.
Hanging, choking, crying, grasping at the tiniest chance to live.
But life won’t hang on to the dead.
It was so terse now. Unsettling and very quiet.
“What are we going to do about it?” She found resell raising her voice, tired of the silence, of the pouting.
“What?” Burton questioned, seeming to focus on her.
She didn’t even change the words, simply repeating then, “What are we going to do about it?”
Burton floundered for a moment, seeming to glare at her, “What can we do about it? We have a weakened, beaten, traumatized boy, 2 boy’s who are completely hopeless in fighting in general and a little girl from District 4 whose caught in some war she doesn’t have any place in being in.”
“Yeah,” Halina agreed, slightly annoyed, but passive all the same, “So what?”
Everest looked up, he seemed to have gained his bearings back, “I’ll do whatever it take s to get them out, they did...they risked everything for us. Alessandro, Macaria...they made me rethink everything, they aren’t some cruel Careers, they’re people, selfless, they risked everything for us.” He seemed to choke a bit as he began his next part, “Holly and A-“ he breathed in, steadying himself, “-Amadrya, they-they don’t deserve to be stuck there anymore.”
Halina almost didn’t catch the last whispered out words, but noted them with a breaking heart, “They deserve to be here so much more than me.”
She didn’t comment on it, deciding that it was best to leave his words to their own. To let him grieve without dealing with even more stress.
“They won’t be. We didn’t account for Robin,” she noticed Ari visibly flinch nearby, frowning slightly, “For her to be a variable. Our plan before was good, but before we act..,we need someone on the inside.”
She had their attention now.
“Here’s the plan...”
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It seemed this was the new cycle of life, for Macaria, it was a cold feeling. It reminded her of the academy, she had a comfy room and choices of when to shower and sleep,mourn she was still a toy and she met certainly didn’t have freedom.
Though, she had to admit that when Louden visited the room, she held her tongue. If they really had Alessandro, she couldn’t jinx something and get him killed. She had to remind herself that staying silent wasn’t obeying, and she would say something soon.
But not until she ad more context and a plan.
It had been days, perhaps a week, when Louden had visited. Macaria had built a lot of empathy since the arena, and she knew that Amadrya lived an absolute hell, a torrent.
Having to speak for the Capital? Having to rehearse lines in the room?
Sickening.
Though, today marked the first day Amadrya actually had an interview since the field mission.
“You know the drill, Darrow. Just do as the lines say and Everest gets to live another day.”
Neither of us questioned him, she just left the room with him, accompanied by a few guards, and they left.
Which left Macaria with the television to view only the interview. That little TV only played clips of the interviews and nothing else, so it only came on when an interview was occurring.
Macaria didn’t get a choice to watch either, not when a guard was sent in to loom over her with a gun in hand, commanding that she watched.
So she watched, Amadrya’s fake words that betrayed everything the warrior stood for.
“The rebellion is only hurting the citizens of Panem,” the script would say, and Amadrya would hold such a passive face, barely containing her anger at speaking for Louden, “I ask that you consider the families that are stuck in the middle, the pain that may follow, that you remember what happened no with the first Rebellion.”
And a history lesson followed. Amadrya was dressed in a white fabric, modest, portraying her to be some guardian angel, weak, and helpless.
It was perhaps a worse torture than she could imagine.
But soon enough, hours later, the guard left and Amadrya returned, wiping the makeup from her face before even beginning a word.
That’s when Louden returned with a guest, one whose very presence set Macaria’s nerves on edge.
It started with the door being unlocked, despite the comfort, the room was still a cage, and outside stood Louden and Robin.
One wore a look of annoyance, the younger one was dressed in clean clothes and obviously was pampered. An example of obedience.
Macaria almost attacked the girl on sight, frightened out of her mind by the girl. She was supposed to be dead!
Macaria would soon learn that wasn’t quite the case.
Robin smirked at the gaping girl’s, before turning, “I’ve brought it to Louden’s attention that you tributes may be obedient if you’re given comfort. He had his ultimatums still, and he can’t be blamed, the Revolution is really going to hurt the district’s, it already has,” she sounded so sweet and annoyed at the same time, Macaria was a bit shocked how the seemingly innocent girl could carry such a intelligent and cruel aura.
“Still, what would it hurt if you were rewarded for your work thus far?” She commented offhandedly, staring at Louden who only rolled his eyes.
It was obvious that Robin was just another pawn, though it seemed her willingness made her free. Maybe if Macaria and Amadrya could achieve that...
They could give it another shot? Finally escape?
Though, the reward part caught Macaria’s attention, it was frightening how she watched her friends being tortured, yet no harm and yet come to her since the failed rescue took place.
Something sinister, a political motive, perhaps to garner empathy. Claim they were saving the tributes instead?
How long would it last?
“How so?” Amadrya questioned from beside her, glancing warily between both Louden and Robin.
“How about visiting a friend?” Louden questioned, though his tone didn’t make the comment feel like much of a gain.
It felt empty, to be honest.
Regardless, Macaria nodded, seeing as no other choice would be offered, and the redhead only walked away, continuing on about her day and leaving Louden and the guards to lead the two prisoners down the hall.
Muffled crying barely caught Macaria’s attention, though it was disconcerting. Wherever it came from provided too much acoustic control to make out the voice, if it was male, or female. If it’s was pain.
If Macaria had to guess, she would say it was some type of drama being played in a room, but it didn’t help her rising nerves.
And soon, they arrived at a single door, and Louden opened it up to a dimly lit, slightly cold room, where immediately Macaria gained sight of a boy sitting on a bed in a cell.
She would have cried, hugged him, if there wasn’t a cell blocking them.
But she worried for the girl to her left, who looked frightened when spotting just Alessandro there.
“Alessandro!” Macaria couldn’t help it, she was smiling. He had some bruises, but they looked a bit minimal, and she had sneaking suspicion that he inflicted those himself by ramming into various items.
It honestly wouldn’t surprise her.
“Macaria!” Whatever Arlo had been doing was cut short as the tranquil boy hopped us fom his bed and ran over, his gaze shifting to focus on Amadrya. His eyes were wide, “Have they hurt you guys?”
“No, no, not yet anyways.” Macaria responded quickly, easing his worries. Louden remained over, watching them all carefully.
It was idle, careful chitchat, until Amadrya finally voiced what had been concerning her all this time.
“Where’s Everest?” She has questioned.
Macaria knew Alessandro well, and the way his face shifted from confusion and shock and all kinds of emotions startled her.
“I...I thought he got out, the note said that fo-“ The sentence wasn’t out of his mouth before Louden interrupted.
“He is in his cell. His safety exists on you cooperating, all of you.”
Macaria didn’t like the way that Arlo’s eyes narrowed, as if he detected something fishy, but she couldn’t question it. It was obvious, if anymore questions were asked, someone would be hurt.
It obviously didn’t stop Alessandro then, whose voice became a bit clipped, dangerously so, “Then where is she?”
Macaria was a bit confused, but the question wasn’t addressed to her, it was addressed to Louden.
Louden looked at his watch, ignoring the boy completely, “Well, the visiting time is over, back to your cells you go.”
Even when exiting, the way that Louden shot Alessandro a glare didn’t escape her. The way that horror seemed to reflect is Arlo’s eyes didn’t comfort her.
The feeling that she knew who they were talking about didn’t help either.
Nothing felt right anymore.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 29, 2019 17:34:43 GMT -5
Chaoter 15: The Hunger Games This chapter may serve as very dark themed and contain themes that may cause feelings of unease or even in the context of disturbing. Parts of it will include graphic violence and/or description of bodily harm.
Please read at your own risk. You have been warned, this Chapter can be taken as a trigger warning.
The synopsis: We see the situation Holly is in, at least, a glimpse. Perhaps the worst torture of all is to come.
And it isn’t all to do with feeling pain anymore.
Meanwhile, Halina’s plan is brought to fruition.
All the while, Louden learns an example must be made, and the greatest of sacrifices is to come.
This(most likely) will be a multi part chapter. Little hint: After reading this chapter you’ll understand it’s title...you’ll see ;3.) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 29, 2019 17:39:14 GMT -5
Ooooooh okay that was so so good I’m so excited for the next chapter
I am interested in the idea of Macaria and Robin interacting. I mean, Robin right now is basically a reflection of who Macaria was when she was in the academy so I could definitely detect special animosity between those two. I will probably write something about the last parts of that chapter, the bit from Macaria’s perspective, because there are some bits that would be so interesting to explore more)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 29, 2019 17:45:06 GMT -5
(Yeah.
I would love that, honestly. In the fic I ty to limit how much introspection is seen to fit more into my style and balance out the acts. However, if you did a literary analysis of this stuff, I think you guys would find a lot more clues and stuff hidden in there. Syntax stuff, metaphors and symbols. Specific themes. Even if the writing isn’t the best, those things are purposefully included while remaining a big passive.
And this fic, I’ve decided, will not end soon. It’ll be an ongoing project for a while, as I have a lot more planned for the universe that isn’t just tapered to the rebellion. We will see more arcs, things relating to heavy hitters and stuff. Themes will be dark at times, exploring the trauma and backstory of some of the characters.
And of course, we’ll have rivalries.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 29, 2019 17:49:03 GMT -5
I’m glad you’d like that x I just kind of get inspired by the things you write it’s great, and it’s fun trying to figure out my characters more carefully and see how they think
Oooooh that’s so cool I’ll definitely have to full on study the fic XD pick things out haha
I’m so so excited that you’re not planning on ending the fic soon I really love it, it’s so much fun to read and like I said it really inspires my writing as well. It’s so much fun x and your writing is great.
Ooh rivalries will be fun)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Oct 29, 2019 20:51:23 GMT -5
Blood, blood and tears.
It was all she could see through her anger, and it only fueled it more. Causing her to stand with a dark look covering her face. She hated herself.
The girl was an ugly mess of tears, blood coating her arms, and tears silently falling from her eyes. So much guilt hid their, it was almost heartbreaking.
“I’m sorry, I just-“ Robin started, staring at the dead body before her, who she killed in her fit of rage, it was so easy to see the heartbreak on her face.
“You think he can hear you?” Holly’s hoarse voice sounded, booming through the sobs. “He’s dead, you killed him!”
Holly didn’t think she could ever act with so much energy, so much hate in her life. She noticed the forms of her friends around her, Macaria stepped forward, everyone focused on the redhead who was broken before Ari’s dead body, whispering dumb excuses like it would fix anything. Everyone around Robin was like this, the survivors anyways.
Ari died in the crossfire, it wasn’t like she was aiming for the boy. But he risked himself for that dumb girl from 7. Amadrya...
Robin hugged Ari’s corpse closer, “We were friends, allies. I...Why did you leave me there?” She sobbed, hoping with all her core it was a cruel joke. “Why did you betray me? Why did you protect her? Why...?”
She didn’t finish the sentence, as the shadow of one of the other tributes caught the corner of her eyes, an emmense amount of pain hitting her all at once as she staggered slightly.
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Alessandro liked to think he stood a good chance in the games. And he did.
He really did, but there were many times where the boy didn’t think of the consequences to his action. An impulsiveness so strong, it was like a poison. A complete lack of patience.
His eyes widened as he aimed his gun at the guard before him, not even taking a second to realize just what the guard had as a shield.
And by the time he pulled the trigger, it was much too late to go back on his actions.
“Alessandro!” The girl had warned, having noticed something he hadn’t, more concerned for him than herself, “Watch out!”
It was so fast, the bullet, hitting Macaria straight in the chest he was a marksman after all, the shocked and scared look on her face.
It was so fast, the gunshot, the second one, and him collapsing with tears in his eyes.
He never could have suspected that his impulsive nature could have caused so much heartbreak.
Then again, he never thought to think of the consequences.
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Holly glowered at the tributes surrounding her, the dagger in her hand held out, ready to strike any and all that dear get close.
“Holly-“
“NO!” She snarled, slashing at Burton, who had only taken but a step forward, he backed up immediately, eyes wide as he watched the girl. So feral, like a cat.
“Holly, put the knife down, we can talk this out...” A voice was behind Holly, someone snuck up on her.
She turned, lunging at the figure and stabbing at them as she pinned them, Macaria barely had time to suck, eyes wide but strategic.
“No! I’m done talking!” Holly hissed, as the brunette before her pushed her away, sending the girl staggering very close to the acid trap behind them.
“Guys, we need to go...” Ari piped up, glancing at the bubbling waves approaching them, fear lighting in his eyes.
“Holly, listen-“ Macaria tried again.
“I’m done listening! I’m done talking! All you ever did was use me and leave me behind.” She was spiraling deeper, stepping back, her foot nearly an inch from the toxic wave. “You just wanted me dead, you tried killing me!” Her Pistanthrophobia was obvious, the trust, the reluctance to ever open up.
To ever truly open up, and she would never do it, and now, at the worst of times, that apathy and fear was apparent.
Though, to be honest, no one could truly blame her. She was scared, scared of being betrayed again. To the point that her being trapped built into this.
She had two main fears, Pistanthrophobia and Claustrophobia. She was trapped in her own mind, and the slightest stimulus to that fear brought it out like an ugly beast.
“You think you all had it so hard?” She snorted at that, “I wish I had your life! I wish I got to be loved!”
“Holly!” Burton begged, but it didn’t matter.
The spiraling girl refused to come with them, and they couldn’t move her, not when she was rabid.
She stared off, eyes glazed over as she sunk into the pool below.
Little did she know that opening up could have saved her, but her apathy broke her.
(Honestly I’m not happy with these but whatever.
Angst,)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 30, 2019 2:33:34 GMT -5
That was so good!
I’m gonna write a Macaria thing with Robin now)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 30, 2019 3:25:16 GMT -5
Louden’s return after Amadrya’s interview instantly set off all of my alarm bells, but he had someone with him. And when the two of them entered and I saw who it was, Louden didn’t seem to matter too much to me anymore, as hatred filled me.
Robin and I, for a moment, almost circled one another, both of us steadily taking the other in. She should have been dead, which freaked me out, but worse was how happy she looked, well-fed and pampered. She was a traitor, a liar, she’d given up her humanity for revenge and to please the Capitol. I hated her.
It was like looking in a mirror
She was like I used to be. Everything, even this room, everything I’d been going through, reminded me of who I was. I hadn’t been harmed yet, but still. Robin made me feel sick to my stomach. The only thing stopping me from yelling at Robin or attacking her was the knowledge that if they had Alessandro I’d be putting him at risk. I wasn’t about to make the mistakes I could see Amadrya paying for now. I had to be quiet, take as much information in as possible, formulate a plan.
It was just irritating that Robin was so satisfied by my silence, as if she thought they’d already broken me. She really didn’t know me at all if she thought it would be that easy. Unfortunately Louden knew me better, and there was suspicion in his eyes when he looks at me.
As I listened to Robin’s words, took in her innocence, I realised that this is what I did. Not with innocence, but with flirting. It sickened me even more, especially the thought that she was actually as good as me at doing this. That was truly annoying.
But, I realised, perhaps that was the key to escape. Perhaps, like Amadrya, I had to do some acting. Do what I did in the Games.
I kept it in my mind as a possibility.
I listened to the conversation but didn’t contribute, partly out of wanting to keep a low profile but partly because seeing this horrible reflection of who I used to be, this demented funhouse mirror, meant that it was taking all my energy to not cry. Because I hated who I was, I hated the thought that some of that person still existed inside me. I had been a terrible person, someone who’d throw away their morals for survival and ambition. Someone corrupted.
But suddenly we were walking, and I was glad Robin had left because I didn’t know if I could look at her anymore.
But we reached a cell, and when I saw who was inside I was so happy I almost didn’t notice the way Amadrya stiffened. I just smiled, suddenly not so worried about hiding my dimples anymore.
“Alessandro!”
It was first time I’d seen him since we were captured, which had been torture in itself as I worried about whether he was okay. Amadrya and Everest had to see one another going through the pain but at least they had been able to talk to one another, support one another, and they could see the other person and know they were alright. This was different.
I wished I could have hugged him, but there was a cell dividing us. I wished I could have cried with happiness, but I’d never have cried for any reason in front of Louden.
He saw me, rose to his feet, rushed over
“Macaria!” he said, but he looked concerned as his gaze flitted between us “Have they hurt you guys?”
I was quick to respond, to ease his worries.
“No, no,” I assured him “not yet, anyway.”
I couldn’t help but wonder why Louden was letting us talk. To prove to me that they had Alessandro? Was this their way of ensuring my cooperation? Was Louden going to make a deal with me, too? Or was it the other way round and he wanted to use me against Alessandro? Both? Probably both.
We talked a little longer, choosing our words carefully, before Amadrya asked the question that had obviously been bugging her the whole time.
“Where’s Everest?”
Louden quickly assured her that he was in his cell, but I caught the look on Arlo's face. I was suspicious too, but I didn’t say anything, for fear of getting someone hurt, which is surely what would happen if I spoke up. Especially since I was trying not to draw too much attention to myself in here. I needed to be a good little prisoner, unquestioning and broken, until I figured this out.
Alessandro obviously didn’t have the same thought process as me, though.
“Then where is she?” he asked
I got the feeling I knew who he meant, but as we left it was the glare Louden gave him, the fear in his eyes, that frightened me. I’d seen fear in Arlo before, but this was different.
The last moments I remember before waking up here echoed in my head.
My voice was surprisingly calm, almost eerily calm, as if I’d already accepted it, as if I wasn’t even scared. When in reality my heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest, and my body was cold with fear.
It was the dread of knowing that the risk I had taken to help them, people I’d consider my friends even though we hadn’t even had a chance to talk outside the arena, people I wanted to help because they’d gone through so much, was in vain.
But if I wanted to be good, I had to pay the price good people pay.
Sometimes you don’t win. Sometimes you have to suffer
“We’re not getting out.”
We weren’t getting out, but at least I could be proud that I’d tried. I could be mad that I’d failed, that I’d let Amadrya down - because I couldn’t feel more guilty that she’d tasted freedom and then lost it. But I had to remember that I’d done the right thing. That I’d tried, that I’d made that sacrifice. Because it might be worth it. Maybe having more of us in here would give a better chance.
Maybe not.
I heard the whiz of a dart through the air, and crashed to the ground, childish laughter ringing behind me.
Maybe I was right, and we really weren’t getting out of here. Not just getting captured, but maybe we’d never leave the Capitol. Maybe we weren’t getting out of the prison, maybe we weren’t getting out of the web the Capitol had Panem caught in. Maybe we weren’t getting out of the Hunger Games, because it sure felt like we hadn’t ever left.
Everything was wrong.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 30, 2019 3:32:07 GMT -5
(Also the bit with Everest broke my heart </3 he deserves to be free so much I love him
And Alessandro with his sacrifice and how he has to suffer and ugh poor guy he did so much and he’s so good I love him too
I love the dark sad stuff tbh just keep hurting me XD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 31, 2019 2:47:02 GMT -5
We’re running, we just have to keep running.
My grip on Amadrya’s wrist is like iron, and with her so weak now that’s just about the only thing keeping her moving. After all, it’s not like she did a whole lot of walking in her time here. I can’t let go, I have to keep going. And so we’re speeding through the corridors, barrelling around corners, almost crashing into walls.
But all the time I can hear her. Laughing, taunting us. Joking about how she finally has the career pack on the run, that she’s finally going to see what it looks like when we’re broken. Joking about Amadrya’s performances, about what a good little actress she is.
Robin’s taunts echo through the corridors, and I can hear her footsteps. They’re getting closer now, she’s gaining on us. Of course she is, she was always fast and while I’m not exactly slow I’m more of an endurance runner than anything else (it serves us better in the Arena, we were taught) and Amadrya is too weak to go fast.
Now, before my mother died she taught me a lot of things. How to stand straight and present myself well, how to be confident. She taught me that you keep your cards close to your chest, that you never reveal too much. She taught me how to build walls to protect myself. But the biggest thing she taught me was being honest with myself, knowing when to give up and stop chasing a false goal. The sooner you realise you aren’t going to achieve a goal and you give up, the sooner you can move on to another one. It doesn’t mean don’t try, or give up at the first hurdle, it just means being honest with yourself.
And her footsteps are getting closer, and I know the game is up.
I grab the communicator in my hand as we run. My voice is surprisingly calm, almost eerily calm, as if I’ve already accepted it, as if I’m not even scared. When in reality my heart feels like it is about to burst out of my chest, and my body is cold with fear.
It is the dread of knowing that the risk I have taken to help them, people I consider my friends even though we haven’t even had a chance to really talk outside the arena, people I want to help because they’ve gone through so much, is in vain. I’ve let them down.
Another thing my mother taught me was that bad things happen to good people. After she died I put an entirely different meaning on that. For my years in the academy, I taught myself that it wasn’t worth being good, because it never ends well. Good people suffer and they die, and they never get as much recognition as they deserve. There wasn’t any room for good in a world where it was kill or be killed. Good people pay a price.
I’ve learned since the arena that it is worth being good, that the only way to change Panem is to put more good into it. My friends deserve a better friend than me, anyway, and that’s who I’m trying to be. But I haven’t changed my mind that being good has its penalties.
If I want to be good, I have to pay the price good people pay.
Sometimes you don’t win. Sometimes you have to suffer.
“We’re not getting out.”
We aren’t getting out, but at least I can be proud that I tried. I’m mad that I failed, that I let Amadrya down, let her taste freedom and then have it taken from her. That I let the others down, that I failed the mission and got captured too. But I have to remember that I did the right thing. That I tried, that I made that sacrifice. Because it might be worth it. Having more of us in here might give us a better chance of getting out.
Maybe not. But it doesn’t matter.
Because my sister also taught me a lesson before she died; some people are worth making sacrifices for.
But time’s up. I hear a dart whizzing through the air, feel a sharp pain, and I drop Amadrya’s hand as I instantly feel myself falling. My dark hair falls over my face, but in the last moments I remember, I hear Robin laughing and see peacekeepers approaching to apprehend us.
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When I wake up, I’m confused. The room is surprisingly nice, with carpet and a shower and a nice bed and art. This isn’t a cell at all. But I know my memories aren’t false, I know that we’re still in the Capitol. But what’s going on?
But that’s when I see Amadrya standing in front of a sink, furiously wiping off the makeup Louden has made her wear. I’d hated it too, I’ll be honest, but of course I hadn’t commented on it at the time because we were kind of preoccupied with escaping. Seeing Amadrya in makeup just felt wrong, like the sky being green or Holly not being sarcastic. I hadn’t really realised it the first time I saw her in makeup, at the chariots and the interviews. I hadn’t known her then. But now I know her. After interacting with her in the Arena, after talking to the other tributes and her family outside of the Arena. I know her and Holly and the other tributes so much better now.
I then watch as Amadrya picks up a note she spots on the side of the sink, and starts reading it out loud. She still thinks I’m asleep, evidently. But I listen to her words, needing to get any information I can about what’s going on here, about whether any of the others got out.
“Congrats! You did an amazing job with that interview, dear, keep it up and I’ll keep him alive.”
Oh, dear God. One sentence and I’m already feeling sick. Louden makes my skin crawl.
“I decided to give you an upgrade, I can’t have my new star living like a rat. Your little friend gets to share your room as long as you both behave, one misstep from either of you, and you’ll both rue the price.”
Well, that explains the room, I guess. And why I’m not in a cell like they were before. Something tells me I’m not just here to keep Amadrya company, though, and that’s what worries me. Why has Louden chosen to put me in this room? He makes all his decisions very carefully, which suggests to me he has some sort of plan for me.
Perhaps it’s because he knows it will remind me - as it already does - of the Academy. Having to be a pawn, a doll, but still living in relative comfort. That makes my stomach turn.
But not as much as what Amadrya reads next.
”Let Slayte know that District 1 is here, that little game only gave me more pawns. Make your moves wisely, and maybe the others will get to be lucky enough to see tommorow.”
Alessandro? I rise to my feet quicker than I thought was humanly possible, so quick I almost faint as the blood rushes to my head, and almost run over to Amadrya, taking the note from her hand to read it for myself.
I don’t say a word, even after it’s obviously been long enough for me to read the note several times over. They have Alessandro. The stakes are so high now that there are more of us here, and it all depends on Amadrya keeping this up, and me not making a mistake again. I have to stay calm, and rational, and figure out a way out of here. There must be something we can do.
But my thoughts keep circling to Alessandro, and I understand Amadrya’s choices now. When he is on the line, I feel afraid to risk anything in case one wrong move hurts him.
I’m in hell.
(I wanted to kind of extend the bit I was writing before, it was fun!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Oct 31, 2019 18:10:55 GMT -5
(Getting a new laptop soon so I’ll be able to write a little something or try to lol)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 2, 2019 9:10:15 GMT -5
Ah awesome!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 2, 2019 11:43:33 GMT -5
Oooh oh my gosh I’m excited but kind of nervous and already a little sad that we’ll be losing one of our kids)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Nov 2, 2019 11:48:52 GMT -5
(I expect the chapter to be finished fairly soon. I’ll be doing chores but afterwards, be prepared for a kiddo to die.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 2, 2019 11:50:57 GMT -5
Oh my gosh okay we’re losing a kid. This is gonna hurt
But that’s okay, they deserve the utmost sadness when they die. I fully expect to cry)
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