Chapter 3-Eve's P.O.V:
Niecey stared at me her blue eyes cold and heartless. She stood over me her blonde curls pulled back into a ponytail. Around us was a shifting scene it morphed from jungle to desert. My younger sister held a long, silver blade in her small pudgy three year old fingers. She smiled a hard, evil grin showing all her teeth, except they were pointed and all a blinding platinum white. The knifes serrated blade traced the edge of my jaw, slowly moving up she traced it up around my bow shaped lips, then across my cheek leaving a deep scarlett gash about as long as my pointer finger. I held my hand up to my cheek, the blood stained my fingers a deep red. She smiled as the blood fell from my cheeks like tears. I smiled, my eyes filled with blood as I felt all the air from my chest deflat like a popped ballon. Niecey took her knife and she was tracing it along my legs leaving gashes identical to the ones on my face and jaw. Death was the prominent feeling, overcoming my world. But, the next time I looked up it wasn't Niecey that was leaving bloody marks in my body, no, it was Beck.
"Beck?" I cried out, "Beck!" I scrambled to reach for him but everytime I came close to him the pain in my body took over everything. The last thing I saw was the blood pouring into the mockingjay imprint my mother had left on my leg. Then the light shone beyond my eyelids as I lay dying.
"Eve!" Beck cried he stood over me. I was laying in a white fluffy cloud-like bed. There were no stains on the silky nightgown I wore. None from blood. Beck held no knife. Niecey wasn't here either.
"Beck, you were, Niecey..." I babbled. Beck reached over and calmed with a kiss. I pulled him closer. The sound of a door opening rang in my ears, I pulled away from his just as Avalon and Novalee, entered.
"Oh my..." Novalee said her hand over her mouth, her large purple eyes wide like a hunted deer's.
"Oh my indeed,"Avalon said he grabbed Beck's shirt and pulled him back," Your stylists would like to see you, and Beckham remember the rules, no fighting with other tributes."
"Especially of tounges," Beck muttered under his breath, I smiled. Such a typical Beck.
"We arrived at the Capitol?" I asked confused.
"Hun, you passed out right after your vistors, we took you on the train you've been asleep for two days," Novalee said nonchallantly.
"Oh," I said, Beck had already left with Avalon, his only trace left was his taste that lingered on my lips. I had fallen for him, completely and they had forgotten to leave me a net to fall into. It was like the games the capitol throws you into an arena with a over a dozen kids and they throw in a couple weapons. I know realized what this was like, the first time Jace had ever seen matches.
Jace picked up the book of matches and flung them around the house. Finally he learned to open the book and take one out. But, after that he had just ran a single match down along the rubber floors and the hard drywall. Nothing happened until he handed me the book, and accidently thrown a lit one with he had lit by rubbing it against the box in my hand. Jace in fear of the blue tipped flame no bigger than my pinky fingernail flung the match at me. It had caught my hair and singed of atleast two inches.
The capitol was like Jace, carelessly throwing a lit match into the hair of the districts. This lit match was the Hunger games and it burned two kids from every district every year and left only one survivor that was hated by the other districts.
"Hello, Eve, your prep team is waiting for you and they need as much time as possible!" Novalee said in what I assumed was a sincere caring tone.
"Okay, take me away and make me beautiful!" I grinned, plastering my best fake but appreciative smile on my face. Novalee grabbed my hand and steered me out the door and into the large glass elevator that was directly in the middle of the penthouse area that me and Beck shared.
My thoughts felt scrambled as the elevator raced to the basement level of the tall tribute building. Once the doors to the elevator opened I walked out like a drunken prirate with a pig leg, twirling on one leg and ending up flat on the ground all the laughter knocked out of me.
I realized as I push myself up from the soft vevelty carpet a cast of odd creatures watching my every movement. They resembled characters of a show my mother had on a tape, called Alice and wonderland, about a foolish girl Alice who falls into a rabbit's den and is having a dream about being chased by all these weird creatures and characters. I liked to think that my mother watched it hoping that she would wake up from a dream where none of this existed no hunger games, capitol and no living in a sterile, clean white area underneath burned sharreds and ruins of a once great place.
Nearest to me was a girl her face seemed to be missing pieces that had been filled with colorful gleaming gems, and her fingers looked plastic because they were piled high with identical gems, her hair was also colored a hue of yellow that looked like the delicate ribbons that the little girls wore in their hair, overall she looked like a piece of plastic molded by some pyschopaths hands. Standing next to her side were two men, they were holding hands and they wore matching rings on thier fingers. One of them had long impossibly black hair, tattos coverering his eyelids and cheeksbones, and his lips were the color of blood; a deep matte red. His... husband wore a piercing from his lip that was attached by a bright pink chain to an earring on the small piece of caritilage near his head, he had another one but in a deep shade of green from his nose to his perfectly waxed sunset orange that matched his almost bald scalp that was dyed the same color.
"I'm Orlas! and these are my partners in making you flawless! Pheadora," the man in with the tattos raised his hand as the bejewled woman said his name," and his good friend, Nestor." The man with the piercings smiled revealing a row of jeweled teeth.
"Now," Nestor squeaked in his unnaturally high voice, "We will just put you under this laser hair removal machine. It will scuplt your eyebrows into perfect shaped, it will also remove ALL the hair on your legs, and your upper lip," My finger defensively moved to my mouth, did I have a Girl-stache? "But most importantly on your arms and under your arms!"
"Where'd you live a jungle before you came here?" Pheadora said not realizing how it sounded.
"Any who.." Orlas said trying to clear the air that was containmenatied with her hideous pumpkin and salt scented perfume," I will be giving you ur faux nails directly after you get unfurred in the miracle worker over there and then we will put you in a robe and ship you off to Twila.
I was told to strip down directly in front of them. "Mayday! We need to put this girl on a strict diet, skinny is lovely but she is all skin and bones, I suggest you put on some weight before you go into the arena," Pheadora shouted with a sense of urgency I could've felt from District 12.
"Oh Lord! Orlas set the machine to do a below the bikini lasering to this girl is like a forest of hair!" Nestor yelled.
"Okay, now hun jump into the little box right here," Orlas directed me to a clear box that was a little small for my taste.
I stepped in, flustered that they were staring intently at my naked body. From nowhere three tiny blue beams of light hit inbetween the bottom of my nose and my top lip. Then, moving to my forehead trimming off my brows. I held out my hands and into them fell what looked about half my eyebrows, then it hit my arms more hair fluttered towards the ground then my underarms began to be tickled by the soft blue lasers. From inside this box I could see Orlas, and Nestor laughing at me, Phedora was busy talking on his phone, his brows furrled in consentration. So focused on Phedora's sudden burst of seriousness I almost didn't notice the sharp sound of a bell ringing signalling me to step out. I did so and Nestor pulled a cotton ball soft black robe over my shoulders and tied it into a perfect bow in the front. My long caramel hair fell down my back like a ruler, straight,
Orlas grabbed my hand and she pressed ten black lace design nails on my bitten and chewed stubs.
"There!" Orlas said, "Off to Twila you go!" Orlas pushed me down the hall and into a soft chair, and into the room entered a lovely being, her eyes were lined in purple eyeliner and her lips were colored a light shimmering pink. But, other that her eyes were a normal golden brown and her hair its what I assumed natural light redish-brown color.
"I'm Twila, I thought we should properly meet before I get started one your work," Twila said her voice had the slight accent of someone from district 13.
"Why did you want district 13," I nervously sputtered.
"Well, 13 is my lucky number she said, then as she got up I saw the imprint of a mockingjay on the hem of light spring yellow blazer, and a matching print of it on the ankle of her pant leg.
"I like your imprint on your leg," she said with a smile and just like my mother raised a finger to her lips. Our little secrets.
I was beginning to hate secrets. Every last one of them. Secret is just a synonym for lie isnt it?