Insanity Thy Name Is Verity

by Sexy-Foxface

Verity Pennington was the face of innocence and was one who was said to belong in a fairy tale. If only the world knew she wore nothing, but a mask. A mask that disguised what she really was. Behind the dream like features of a princess were the eyes of a killer; like a viper she would strike without warning. Her Games are no children's tale, but one of true horrors.

1. Even I Have Fears

Perfection. That is what I am. A rare beauty that stands out against the crowd with seemingly no flaws.

How easily the surface can lie to you. The surface can hide so many dark secrets that run deep on the inside.

Secrets. How easily mine are hidden from the world. Nobody would ever question my sanity. I'm nothing more than a girl who seems to belong in a fairytale. With my long blonde hair that cascades perfectly down my back with my light blue eyes that seem to sparkle. And my smile can easily charm anyone I deem worthy of my time to speak to.

My secrets are buried deep under the surface nobody can see my true nature. If they did then what would I have left? My facade of perfection would be shattered gone in the wind.

Fear. Something I don't seem to posses. I can't lie to myself about this even I have fears. I fear that one day someone will discover who I truly am. And I cannot let that happen. Ever. Nobody can ever discover the images of blood red skies that rain down deep scarlet drops of blood. Or the fires that lick across the Earth destroying everything. Nobody will ever see the many creative deaths I dream up.

My dreams are filled with the images of my enemies hanging by their necks blood tripping from the corner of their mouths. They are filled with the tortured screams of them calling for mercy as I giggle at the sight of their mangled distorted bodies.

Power. The one thing I want more than anything else. The satisfaction of control over all that are beneath me. The ones who are not worthy to walk the streets of Panem would be cast aside and used as entertainment. My idea of fun is something someone who looks like me would seem to never have interest in.

Killing. My idea of fun. My idea of pure pleasure. Taking the life of another in my own hands. A smile spreads across my face just thinking about it.

Twisted and cruel that is who I am. Do I choose to be this way maybe I do. Maybe I want to be the girl who stalks the arena with stealth as her best friend. Flitting through the night barely touching the ground ending each tributes life with her own hands each death ending in its own creative way. Nobody would be safe from the fairly like girl.

Manipulation is another of my favourite past times. How easy it is to flip my hair over my shoulder and bat my eyelashes and have every boy bow down to me fighting against one another for my attention. The joy I get from using them one at a time before I rip out their hearts and cast them aside as if they were worth less than dirt itself.

I stand here in the seventeen year old section me head held high waiting for the names of the lucky ones who will be chosen to take part of the 63rd Annual Hunger Games.

This year I will be volunteering and nobody will stand in my way of that. I will cut down anyone who even tries.

The name of another girl is called, but I don't even bother to pay attention to the name of the girl who doesn't deserve to represent our District be called.

I push my way through the crowd and call out in a sweet voice, "I volunteer!"

I make my way to the stage and smile innocently out at the crowd as I am asked my name.

"Verity Ophelia Pennington and I make a promise right now to bring home another victor." My ears are filled by the sounds of cheering. They love me they always do.

I pay slight more attention as the male tribute is chosen.

"Archer James Murrow!" A tall rather attractive boy makes his way to the stage and glares out at the crowd letting them know this is where he wants to be.

I glance at him quickly and take him all in. Dark brunette hair, deep green eyes, broad shoulders. Maybe I can have a little fun playing with this boy head before the real Games begin.

"Ladies and Gentleman may I present to you the tributes of District 2 for the 63rd Annual Hunger Games Verity Pennington and Archer Murrow!" Our escort beams out at the crowd.

I take Archer's hand and smile at him softly.

"May the odds ever be in your favour," I say innocently to him as we shake hands.

"If you're wishing me luck save it for someone who needs it like yourself," He responds.

This boy just seems to be getting more and more interesting.

I wave out at the crowd one last time as I am led to the Justice Building. The other tributes better prepare themselves for me.

Insanity. Is what truly defines me.

Insanity thy name is Verity.

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