District 1, Prosper Callaghan
"Hey little bro." I jump onto our white leather couch beside him. I smile warmly and he cringes away.
"H-h-hey, Prosper." He stutters, his eyes narrowing. For a fourteen year old he can be really uptight..
"What's happening?" I flash a dashing grin.
"U-uh... s-sitting here.." He tries to make an excuse. "Nothing really.." He mutters at last. I put my arm him around him gently and he cowers away.
"Oh chill, Horatio. I'm not doing anything!" I laugh, it sounds melodic and soothing. "Do you want to hang out? Maybe we can talk or something?"
"I don't think so Prosper..."
"Please? I'm bored.. and you never want to hang out."
"Don't you have something else to do?" His voice has a scared edge to it.
"No.. I just want to hang with my little brother. Is that so much to ask?"
"Stop.. stop..." He mutters over and over. I reach out to him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Fine." He snaps. My face falls into a frown. I sigh, but then I get an idea.
"Maybe.. since you're not doing anything.. do you want to train? For old times sake? Please? It would be so much fun! And I'll go easy on you." I wink and laugh.
"Uh... no thanks." His face pales. I feel myself pout,
"Oh come on! You're no fun.." I fake whine. He just shakes his head stiffly. I know he won't budge. I sigh, getting up to go get on some lighter clothes. I sprint through our massive house to one of my rooms to get changed.. We have a pretty huge house.. I guess you can say we're wealthy.
After I shut my door, I put on a light shirt and a pair of black shorts. Plain clothes. I go and stand in front of a body length mirror. There, I see myself as I truly am. A victor.
Peering into my reflection, I smile. I have ashy blonde hair, always swept to the side of my face where it's not in my way. My arms are muscled and tone. My face is chiseled, almost always in a smile. I'm tall for my age, and I'm built more like a runner then a lifter. I stare into my dark eyes, pleased with my appearance.
I stare for a few seconds more before grabbing my sword and heading out the door as quickly as I can. I make my way to the Academy where I've been training since before I could walk. It's like a second home to me. I've had top spot here since I was fourteen. I've held it for two years.
I immediately make my way to the nearest dummy. I run past a group of kids and teens training. The newbies stare at me in awe, especially the girls. The people who've seen me before are slowly inching away. But no matter..
Quite suddenly, I unsheathe my sword, taking a glimpse at my reflection. I don't just see me, though. I'm in an arena. Wait no. Not an arena. The arena. I'm there, staring at other tributes. The time is winding down. 3... 2... 1... GO!
And that's my cue. I sprint towards the nearest tribute, not taking a moment to let them think of what was happening. Immediately I stab at their arms, making it impossible for them to fight back. But I refuse to kill them immediately. No, they must suffer. After dismembering the arms, I go for the legs. I make precise cuts down, tearing instead of clean cuts. It hurts more. I dismember the legs too. Now it's the torso and the head. As long as they haven't lost too much blood they should feel this... I carve into the chest. I make deep cuts. I rip the face open, blood falling onto the ground, splattering me. Now that I notice, there are pools of blood all around me. I see myself in all of the red glory. I hear the last of my victims screams and I smile triumphantly. And that's when I snap back into reality.
I see the remains of the dummy I had just destroyed. Stuffing and clothe lie everywhere, on me, on the ground, on others. Kids around me stare, horrified. I let out a giggle, sounding childish. This is my year. Man, I can't wait for the games.
Hey guys! So that's Prosper for you.. I hope I did him justice. He's kind of scary.. Thanks to MessyModgePodge for him! Also, remember you can submit up to 3 characters! So make sure to PM me! Also review! Your input really helps! Thanks again guys! ~Zverkinia