Ok, so I've had this idea cooked up in my head for quite some time and decided I should probably do it. It's a one-shot about the important moments in the Female Morphling's life. Review please.
~Kendyl~
"Ladies and gentlemen the victor of the 48th annual Hunger Games! Lacy Tremor!" that was me all those years ago, young, beautiful, and may I say, wild. You don't know me as Lacy. No you know me as the girl who found a drug and stuck with it. Morphling. I was once beautiful, a blond haired blue eyed young girl. Believe it or not, I was even desirable! By those people who looked like the flowers I paint. Ah flowers. Beautiful things. the president sold me. Sold me! Just because I won! Though, I guess I really didn't win, I mean if I won, I wouldn't have had to do those things. Memorize the movements. The very thought of what I did sickens me. Then this amazing thing found its way into my life. Morphling
Yes, morphling could work wonders. It brought all the pain away. Well, that and my looks. They didn't want me after I found my friend. No my hair dulled, my eyes were odd color, my skin began to sag and yellow. No I was not Lacy anymore, I was forgotten. Never to be remembered. Im just that female morphling anymore. I didn't mind though, I got to paint flowers! And rainbows! Fields and trees and leafs and oh! It was fantastic! Then I found another friend. His name was Thomas. He won the year after Haymitch. Like me, he was sold, and also like me he found morphling. So we paint all these things together. We were so happy! So happy indeed! The years passed and many others came, a brother and a sister, a girl who ripped another's throat out, a 14 year old beauty, a mad girl, one who faked weakness, and who could forget the star-crossed lovers? A cute couple indeed. The boy, he was a rock! He paints, like us! Though he's much different. His love for this girl is completely up front. He would die for her. Then there was the Quell. Thomas and I were reaped. Probably didn't like the flowers.
So we meet the boy and the girl. The girl, well she can shoot. The boy is much nicer though. He let us paint our flowers on him. I can see why Haymitch wants us to protect them. They are great! After a little while the girl joins, and we paint our flowers on her. She smiles but wants to talk with the boy. They love each other so. Though, I don't think she knows she does. Confused girl. Just needs some flowers. That's always better. Then there's the countdown. I know how to swim! Does Thomas? Yes. We see the trident boy going to get the boy with the girl close behind. I hear a scream. Thomas! He's gone. I swim away. So far away. I find the 4 of them. I follow them. I watch as the older lady gives her life. Whoa. Didn't see it coming. I continue to follow. The orange monkeys. They attack them. The boy turns his back. The monkey. No! I throw myself in front of him and feel the teeth in me. This hurts. I fall over. The girl is completely shocked. The boy comforts me though. He talks of rainbows and the sunset and other beautiful things. His soft words calm me to death.
I was once Lacy Tremor. I was once the Female Morphling. I once had a friend. I'm gone now. And so are the flowers I used to paint.