~Meet The Mutants~
1. Daisy
2. Diamond
3. Flash
4. Peanut
5. Snapper
6. Alexandria
7. Big Mama
8. Galaxy
9. Saturn
10. Rex
11. Bulbous
12. Other Mutants
Name: Diamond
Age: Unknown
Occupation: Mutant
Location: Ruins of District Thirteen
It was wrong. What they were doing. They didn't need to kill the poor girl. They should have let her live. We already had six other bodies strung up in the cooling room, why did they need her? I don't get it. But I sort of understand them. We need more food. Plus fresh blood is tastier. We haven't had human flesh in such a long time. We only feasted on decomposing corpses, sick animals, and trash. It doesn't mean they can just kill this woman.
But stomach disagreed. I need to eat.
The scent of fresh blood wafted up my nose. I extended a gray burnt arm, and I used my claws to slice open the flesh. The job would have been easier if my fingers weren't fused together. Fuck the Capitol or whatever.
The muscle is my favorite part of the human body. It is just so tasty and chewy. I ripped open the thigh, and I dug my fused fingers around, ripping out chunks of muscle. I quickly stuffed it into my mouth then pushed the corpse away. I felt guilty, but I was just so hungry.
"You know... That's a waste, Dia. At least let me have it." Alexandria purred.
Alexandria is the least deformed 'person' in the family. She almost looked 'human'. She has the perfect curvaceous body that I had ever wanted. Surprisingly her hair is perfectly curled and blond. I wonder how she could keep up with a perfect appearance like that. Even though she looks perfect in person, if you up pull up her a dress just a bit, you can see a huge infected scar in the center of her thigh.
I moved away while Alexandria dug deep into the female body.
Name: Flash
Age: Unknown
Occupation: Mutant
Location: The Ruins of District Thirteen
From the top of the small rocky ledge, I was able to spot a small wild cat. I wondered how this little delicious creature survived. I swear there are no more food sources because I ate them all!
My badly burnt fingers scratched against the surface of my flaming red lesion-covered skin (neurofibromatosis). I scratched so hard that I ended up peeling of a huge strip of skin. Damn it. It fucking burns. My tongue slowly rubbed against the wound, tasting the salty red liquid. It wasn't that good. And I was hungry.
I sprang towards the cat, grabbing it, and sinking my fangs deep into its neck. The cat screeched as I tore out a huge chunk of muscle and flesh. I even used my sharpest nail and simply plucked out the green eyeball. I squeezed the eyeball until it splattered, and I licked my fingers.
Finally, I threw the fresh corpse into an old duffel bag. I had to save this cat as a snack for later on.
Name: Bulbous
Age: Unknown
Occupation: Mutant
Location: The Ruins of District Thirteen
I was angry. Why did I have to suffer through all of this? Why me? Why did the Capitol have to re-bomb District Thirteen again? It's not fair. I am confined in a wheelchair because I suffered from a bad case of hydrocephalus and goitres. I have a large and distended head with a blue bloated throat.
Even though I have a bloated throat, I can speak well.
"Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light." a bubbling noise came from my throat. The song I was singing was called The National Anthem. I found a huge song book while Alexandria wheeled me around the ruins of District Thirteen. I only sing this song when I get aggravated. And I happened to be aggravated right now.
I was close to the end of the anthem, "And the rocket's red glare, the bombs in air."
I sang this part with meaning. That part relates to me and the rest of my family. The radiation made us this way. And the Capitol will pay.
I watched as a small mouse skittered across the dusty kitchen table. I lifted my hand up in the air, forming a fist. With a lot of power and strength, I was able to smash the mouse with my fist. The eyes bulged, and I swear that one of the black eyeballs popped.
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