Fear, the only emotion that never leaves once its there. it courses through your veins as though all the light in the world has vanished. when you go through a lifechanging experiance such as death that fear will never leave for death will always follow. Then it finds you again.
"ahhh" the cry of seeing the face of death erupted from the vocal chords of a boy who has seen it far to many times.
"shut up!" his beholder, a man who wants him dead holding a blade to his throat.
Blood dripping from the tip of the blade, mixing with the tears of one Finnick Oldair. he was on his knees, and we are unsure of his capture for his face is unseen.
'please dear god... save me im not ready to die god please' he begs silently.
the room is dark apart from the moonlight glimmering down on finnicks face and upper body along with the arm holding the blade to his neck. One swift move and it wold all be over. Wait Isnt Finnick Oldair dead, didnt he die in the revolution or whatever involving the hunger games... no hes been here this whole time... a wolfe in sheeps clothing. hidding in the shadows and killing those with empty those with no mercy no soul. he is the Zoro of our time. He is our Protecter. Hes not the only one their are a few others aswell, For example , masslow, blaine anderson, ashley tisdale, and even Amanda Bines. This is not their story this is Finnicks story. This is the story of "A VICTOR FROM THE DARK."
ONE WEEK EARLIER
He kneels before his beloved city watching the cars hurry past, a smile spreads accross his face for tonight they have rested in peace. No one has ruined their slumber just yet. then he frowns for it has been to long since their last disturbance, it isnt right. Their has always been a balance between good and evil but now it seems as though evil is trying to rest. imppossible, evil doesnt take a break somethings wrong. he rose from his resting position and turned. nothing in sight, but somethings here. A presence that is unwanted. he quietly walks arround the area searching for something when he should have just stayed and let it come to him. he rounded a corner and found himself being tripped hitting the ground face first with a THUD! a bag was placed over his head and something colided with his stomach again and again. he slipped into uncociosness from the pain.
His eyes flutter open, he was alone he was cold, he was covered in blood and it had to be his own for he was sore beyond what he could bare. he was used to battles from affar fighting upclose wasnt his style. This was his punnishment for killing people he guessed. God says you cant play god and he did so anyway. he was going to die now... no he would fight till his last breath. he felt arround on the concreate to get a feel of his souroundings. it must be sometype of carport, like a movie theater parking . he stood to his feet and backed into a car which comfermed his hypothisis.
The lights flashed on and he darted behind the car. he saw a man in a suit exit a door nearby.
'wait i know that kid... its peeta'
This is just to get the story going tell me what you think ill get back to you when i can.