Child Torture

Chapter 2: Of we go annoying the avox

Cashmere's POV:

Ok, so yesterday Emin almost killed Gloss, not great. He had to have 6 stitches!

But I had a strict talk with Emin and Jason about why knocking people out with a book is wrong. They said ok, but I don't think they were paying attention, they rarely do.

Right now, I'm sitting with Gloss and Enobaria in the training room watching our tributes train.

Marvel was throwing spears like a pro, and Glimmer was attempting to shoot an arrow at a dummy, but missed. She was incompetent with a bow and arrow, but her looks made up for it. That was how I would get her sponsors. If she won, she would most likely have the same fate as me, Finnick, Johanna and many other victors. It was a terrible fate, but I won before Johanna and Finnick, so people had lost interest in me, only a couple of times a month was I called to the capitol to perform for those disgusting people who loved the hunger games with such fury, they decided to spend a night with the victors.

"I think Cato's going to win." Enobaria told me, looking me in the eyes, a wave of humour flashing through her deep brown eyes.

It was probably true. I would never admit it, neither would Gloss, but face it. Glimmer was useless, marvel was alright, but throwing spears and running wouldn't get him anywhere.

I ignored her comment and walked off, scanning the room. I saw Nova and Emin; they were trying to throw knives at dummies. Lilana, Kaysie, Joshi and Jason were somewhere around this place, but if you can't see them, that's never ever good!

BAM!

And down goes Thresh! Nova had almost taken of his head with the blunt sword she was now struggling to lift.

I ran over to her, snatching the heavy metal out of her scrawny hands.

Atala and some other trainers had run over and were bandaging up Thresh's neck in thick band aids and flimsy pieces of fabric.

"Control these children, Cashmere! I expect better, especially from you!" Atala tutted me in a manner that I had never heard from the previous district 5 victor, and now head trainer. She had trained me, so she knew me well, there was no escaping her death glare she sent my way either.

It was crazy how fast the rest of the day went, all I did was watch tributes train!

But it was now time for dinner. So I sat down at the district 1 dining room table, along with Glimmer, Marvel, Gloss, Nova, Emin, Jason, Lilana, Joshi and Kaysie.

An avox was immediately at my side filling up glasses with wine and orange juice. Emin insisted he had wine as well though and I was too tired to argue, even though I remembered vaguely what had happened last time I made the life changing mistake of giving him wine...

He set half of district 1 on fire, somehow ended up in district 11, he apparently helped picked grapes! But then he walloped the peacekeepers. And around 1 in the morning that dreadful night, I finally found in district 6, hanging out with the morphlings. He was standing in a dark alley way with some black hoodie on.

His parents weren't happy. Their family wasn't like the other career families; they chose not to train their 6 children for the games. I'm glad they did that though, as much as they annoy me, I don't think I could sit and watch one of them stupidly volunteer and lose. Sure they might win, these kids probably would, there really smart and watch each game with such admiration to those tributes that volunteer.

But anyways, back to the wine, the avox had poured Emin half a wine glass of Rose', and was now standing on the left hand side of the door leading into the dining room.

Kaysie, the girl who was usually the least annoying, stood up, and walked over to where Opal, one of our avox's was standing. She was from district 1, I knew her, I don't know what she did, and it was rare that people from district 1, the richest district, committed a crime. But Kaysie walked up to Opal, and began poking her calf; Kaysie was so short that was just about as high as she could reach!

"Hey Opal, hey Opal, Opal, Hey Opal." The girl began saying, in an annoying tone.

I didn't know how she knew her name, but I saw the young blond clench her teeth as Kaysie began the same annoying ritual.

It carried on for at least 10 minutes, and then Gloss lost it. He stood up, almost knocking his chair over, he breezed over to Kaysie, swung her up and over his shoulder in one swift motion and walked out the room with her.

A couple of seconds later, a door slammed and Kaysie screamed, "Rapist, rapist in the freakin' building, help me!"

She was 5, how did she even know what a rapist was?! It was crazy how much these children knew! When I was 6, I was training with my brother, making friends and playing with dolls!

A few minutes later, Gloss walked back into the room. He didn't realise Kaysie had sneaked out and followed him though, so after he sat down, she stood on her tiptoes and almost took a huge chunk out of his neck with her teeth.

And once again, I took a sip of my wine. After all, babysitting these monsters, I would need it...

AN: Short and sweet, hope you found it funny, I had fun writing it