~Nascent~
The Games begin and nobody wants to win but everybody wants to live and those cancel out, right? Cirrus knows that and everyone else only believes things, and they're wrong, so painfully wrong, with their pliant fluff believing like cotton in their heads saying that there's another way. There's not another fucking way, there's not, and the entire Bright Beautiful Nation of Panem has lost their cottontop minds if they believe- (Believe: accept something as true, feel certain of the surety of- believe is for the tooth fairy and playing-pretend things like honor and dignity, Cirrus hasn't believed since Daddy woke her up putting the winter presents under her bed, Cirrus doesn't believe but finds out and knows) -if they believe the Shiny Happy Capitol will give them a different out. This is for real, kids, hold onto your hats and strap in for the ride quick quick now it's begun, the Capitol kills men and elders and the sick and women covering their swollen bellies as if their stick-hands will keep the bullets from their babies, so why would you ever think they'd stop before children? They got Mommy and Daddy and Gram and both Gramps and now Cirrus is starting the Games knowing she has to win to live. The messed-up little girl with a messed-up jagged mind and tally-mark scars on her messed-up chicken bone arms counting the onetwothreefourfivesix people the Capitol didn't give a different out- yes, that little girl, the one between the quarrier and the lumberjack, how fair, how very fucking just that is, that is the little girl who is the only one who knows how this has to go.
Cirrus has never played a game to lose in her thirteen years, two months, seven days, nine hours, ten seconds, and she's not going to start now. Yeah, she knows what that means. It's okay though, it's okay. Everyone dies. Everyone dies anyway.
When she's got five more seconds of whirling breakneck around the sun, thirteentwosevenninefifteen, she's going to run, grab a backpack, a blanket, a knife, and the entire Proud Noble Nation of Panem is going to see Cirrus Green begin the First Hunger Games.
Four now.
Three.
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