Hey there! I've had this idea for a while and decided to try it out, so hope you like it!
Summary: Traitor. Criminals. That's what they say about Avoxes. But were they always like that? The story of Lavinia, the Avox.
"I can't take it anymore, Caius. I can't."
The red- headed girl said tiredly as she slouched down on a rock. Her dark brown eyes were filled fear and fatigue. Her ribs stuck out from her torn shirt and her body was decorated with deep cuts and bruises.
"We've come so far and risked too much; I'm not letting you give up now."
The pale skinned man had in his hands a blunt knife and an equally torn shirt to the girl. His dirty blonde hair had several bald patches and had a huge gash down his left arm. Although the girl's eyes reflected fear, his shone determination and boldness.
"Lavinia, you've got to carry on. I told you that it was going to be tough and tiresome, but we've risked too much to go back. If you want to go back, now's the time to go, but I won't be coming with you. I'm not walking back with my head down to that hellhole," said the man harshly.
The girl let a tear slip down her rugged face and whispered, "Do you not miss anything about home? Anything?"
The man tensed up and gripped his knife even tighter. "If you're going to sit here reminisce your past, you can choose between me killing you or you keeping your mouth shut for the rest of the way. In case you forgot, you chose to come with me; I didn't force you to come along. I didn't even want you to come, knowing you were going to react like this, but you begged to tag along. So shut up, and let's get a move on."
The girl got up slowly and limped ahead of the man. She walked in front of him so he wouldn't see the steady flow of tears that were pouring out from her eyes. But the man sensed it and stopped in his path. His eyes softened while he gently placed an arm on her shoulder.
"Lavinia, don't cry. Please don't. You know that I still care for you. I just don't like seeing you hurt, okay? Although I meant all that I said, I do hope you realize that it's for your own good. I had no intention of hurting your feelings. I didn't want you to come along, because there was always that danger of you getting captured, and I wouldn't want to live with myself if I let that happened. I promise; just a few more days, and we'll be in the promised land," the man said quietly.
The girl sniffled and murmured an apology. She continued walking along the forest floor with the man trailing protectively behind her.
Smoke rose from chimneys from her peripheral vision and the smell of coal could be smelt. And if you looked close enough, you could make out the faint lines of the fence that kept the citizens inside.
The man whistled a simple 4- note tune and paused. Then choruses of mockingjays replied with their light, cheerful voices. They both smiled, which had been something both have not been doing much of.
Suddenly, the mockingjays stopped abruptly. The man and the girl froze in their position, terror flooding their face.
"Oh no, no, not good… Lavinia, RUN."
Both broke into a blistering sprint in whatever direction they were faced. Who knew what they were running from?
Their breaths were short and labored, with every step they winced in pain. Their hurried footsteps echoed through the silent forest, each step they took lengthening the distance between them and their predator.
It appeared in the middle of nowhere. One second it wasn't there… and the next second it was. Like it materialized out of thin air. The metal hovercraft blocked the sunlight above the man and the girl. A net dropped directly on top of the girl, capturing her like a mouse in a mousetrap. She's screamed for the man to help her. He quickly took out his knife, trying to cut away the net, but fails. It's too thick and strong. A spear pierced through his abdomen, his lifeless body laid limp on the ground. The girl cried for help, but nobody came.
She stopped when she realized no one was coming; she lost all the hope she had in just a few seconds.
Both her and the dead man were hauled up to into the hovercraft and before you knew it, they vanished along with the hovercraft, nowhere to be seen.
But maybe they did see their only hope, crouching by a rock, watching them silently.
Hope you liked it! Review, story alert, favourite story if you want me to continue with it!
I also have written another story in Cinna's POV; The Spark: Hunger Games in Cinna's POV. Thanks!
