The Beginning/Ending of the Dark Days

How could this happen? Thirteen districts versus one Capitol. Statistically speaking, we should have won. Even with Crescent City as our secret number fourteen we still lost. But when is anything kept secret from the capitol. Even if Crescent City was kept a secret, would we still have had a chance at the rebellion?

Questions that would never be answered ran through my head as I was forced to walk to the aircraft that was to take me away from Crescent City. Head hung; I walked in silence with the rest of kids. Kids who were now orphans because most their parents had been taken as prisoners and then killed by the Capitol.

Many of the younger children were crying, since they knew that their fate meant imprisonment or death. But I didn't. Only because I knew that for some sick twisted reason, the Capitol wanted us alive. If they wanted us dead they could have obliterated all of Crescent City like District 13 or publically slaughtered us with some of our parents. But with the Capitol being alive can sometimes be worse than death. They were always discovering new ways to make death seem more appealing than life.

Glancing forward to check on our progress towards the aircraft, I took one last look at the place that I had called home for the past few years.

High green mountains circled around the bay until the peaks dipped down into the ocean. The water, like the shadow of a moon, was slowly moving up the beach from the ever rising tide. This gave people the impression that you were standing a crescent moon with the shadows slowly consuming it. Between the shoreline of the ocean and the base of the mountain was Crescent City.

In this city was where the Commanders of the war held the most important and secretive meetings. Although it started it out as an outpost for them it soon flourished into an ever growing city.

Since the Capitol had never seen or heard of Crescent City, it was clean of all of their hidden cameras and microphones. Far away from the Capitol, it became a refuge from the war, while aiding the rebellion at the same time.

But it wasn't just a place for creating and fueling the war, it was also a safeguard against it. As the war progressed on, many commanders and captains families became the targets of the Capitol. Using them as bate to get what they wanted from the Rebels. So in order to protect their families, the Rebels created the Defense Center. It was a place where the targeted children could live in safety from their predators. And if our parents wanted them to be, they could be trained for the war. But for many kids like me, we would never be able to use those skills we learned in the DC. Instead we would now be the Capitols new science experiments.

They could disfigure your body or cut out your tongues, but they particularly favored experimenting on something that you couldn't see… your mind. Erasing your memory, causing hallucinations, or poisoning your mind to fight for the other side was something that the Capitol loved to do. The worst part was that they knew how to make their patient keep just a sliver of reality. Making them so confused on what was real and what was not. Usually it would end up in the patient going insane and then taking their own life.

Even though the kids from the DC hadn't even participated in the war, I knew that it wouldn't stop the Capitol from experimenting on us. I can almost feel their needles stabbing into my arm making me feel like I'm losing myself. Trying to grasp onto something for me to stay sane. I try to think of something that has always been mine, something that would anchor me to reality. Then it hits me, my name.

"Clayton Jay Astor!"

Hearing my name snaps me back to my current situation and not the scenario playing through my head. Looking around to see who called my name, I step out of line to find that we have arrived at the aircraft.

"Clayton Jay Astor!" repeats the unknown voice but more irritated this time.

"Here," I say.

"Well don't stand there like you don't know how to walk and get over here!"

A Peacekeeper then shoves me towards the aircraft so they can register me.

"Age?"

"16."

"Hair color is dark brown, eye color is blue, and height is about 6'1, complexion is fit," she pauses and then looks up at me.

"You're done here. Grab the ladder," she says irritably.

I thought that the Capitol was about politeness and manners? Before the rebellion they would always say how mannerless we were.

Walking away from the obviously disgruntled Peacekeeper I head over to the ladder dangling from the hovering aircraft and put my hand on the ladder. An electric current immediately freezes me in place and starts to pull me up away from the future I wanted, to the future that the Capitol wanted for me. Punishment and revenge.

A/N

Well this is my first time doing this! i feel a little stupid doing this because i have no idea how to upload this stuff haha but anyways i hope you guys like the story and if there are any flaws or you just want to comment then feel free to review! I will try to upload at least every two weeks just because school is coming to a close so it means tests, ap tests, tournaments and what not. but if there are a ton of reviews like first time a ton (5:) haha) then i will try to upload sooner!