In my heart, I knew that we would all die. With me, a girl that can barely control a weapon, my partner, a boy who's confidence outweighs his skills by a ton, and two insane, broken kids. Surprisingly, those two had the best chance of all of us. They were criminal masterminds. They might have been insane, but that didn't mean they weren't smart.
We were all in the Career pack together, but there was something about District 2. Something about the way they relished while they bathed in blood. How insanity shown through their eyes, and you knew, you just knew they were horrifyingly messed up in the head. I had heard stories, stories about District 2, when I was training. How the children were raised as killing machines.
Sure, we all hate them, hate them for how cruel they are, how perfectly amazing they were. Depending on how you look at it. Yet, sometimes I feel sorry for them, sorry for the life they never had, the love they never felt. Even Marvel bowed down to Cato, because who wouldn't, nobody stands a chance.
And that slowly sinks in. The fact that I don't have a chance. The fact that I know I will die, maybe even by the hands of Clove. My last sight will be seeing her satisfied smirk as she guts me in the stomach with her knife.
At first I try getting connected to Cato, thinking he wouldn't kill me if he cared, that he would protect me from everyone. That was the first time I saw how deep Cato and Clove were. How deeply they were obsessed with winning.
Sometimes I'd see victors from District 2 visit District 1. They are broken. Their minds are snapped, forever controlled by their bloodlust. And in a way, I don't want that to happen to Cato and Clove. I don't want to see the fire in their eyes die down to a spark that lost its way to ignite, that's in wind that just won't blow it out.
It was stupid. How I cared for their insane minds, because I know no thought of me ever crosses theirs. So as we were standing under that tree, I decided to play along. I decided to act like I was insane, and love to kill. Just to see if it helped with the emotional pain the Games put you through.
It didn't. It hurt more. It's almost as if you pretended to be inhuman and don't have a heart. And even though they're cruel, I know Cato and Clove have a heart. I could see the hints. The hints that a relationship had been starting to build before the games. But now it's gone, and it seems like they don't even care it happened.
I would kill to feel love again, and guess what, I am. Sadly though, I can't bring myself to enjoy it. I remember my trainer that I met twice a week, always telling me to be more like District 2, more serious about my training. To love to murder someone, I can't imagine ever feeling that. But now I can. Because now I've seen it, I've watched it.
When I started to fall asleep on guard, I should have known to be more careful. To not be stupid enough to fall asleep under the Girl That Got An 11. But I knew Cato or Clove was up. One of them is always up. I thought that at least Marvel would wake me up, should something bad happen.
When I woke up from the screaming, I knew I was wrong. I was being naïve. Nobody comes to help you in the Games. As I saw Cato and Clove running away, I felt the stings swell up my body. I felt my brain go crazy, I felt what it's like to be insane. And at that moment, for a reason unknown to my now shattered body and mind, I felt sympathy. Sympathy for the District 2 kids, the kids that didn't know how to care enough to look back when a partner was dying.
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