A little boy ran towards her, his brown curls partially covered his large, heart warming brown eyes. His chubby arms out stretched begging for her embrace. He giggled loudly as she lifted him off the ground. "Sissy," He said, his voice filled with innocence and purity, "Mummy said dinner is almost ready." The young girl smiled gently before placing him back down on the ground.
"Then we shall go fill our empty stomaches right?" The girl asked, the scarf that was wrapped around her head was whipping in the wind. The little boy giggled once more before nodding eagerly and patting his sunken stomach. The girl giddily reached her skinny arm forward to hold onto the young boy's chubby hands.
Gasping, I sat up, my forehead coated with light sheet of cold sweat. I looked down at my hands, no signs of warmth and no signs of the little boy who seemed to appear in my dreams every living moment. From afar I could see my father's frame bending over cutting wheat as efficiently as he could. Closing my eyes, I tried to picture his little face in my brains again, but what overcame me was a sense of helplessness. What if she never died? If he were never born, she would be alive. It is his fault isn't it? But why do I still love him then? I stood up slowly my legs carrying me towards my father. "Daddy," I called out desperately before his dark brown eyes met with my blue ones, "It was him again. Why is he always in my dreams?"
Her voice sounded so desperate as she clung onto her father. Hot tears were falling controllably as she buried her face in her father's chest soaking the cheap material in the process. Her scarf had been blown off by the strong wind, lost somewhere in the wheat field forever. This revealed her bald scalp. The sun beamed down on the pair, making Brinn's lack of hair even more prominent.
A gentle voice broke the thin air, "Brinn, it's ok, you love him, just like I do. But we can't continue living in the past. I know it's hard, I know it would sound so selfish asking you to forget about your brother and your…mother. But you need to honey." He large hands that were scarred and covered in calluses caressed her head gently. "They will always be with us just in another world, we who are in this world need to live. You need to live a full life for your brother who never got to see this world in its glory. You need to live for your mother who loved you will unconditional love. Brinn you need to live for me and I'll do the same. Is that a deal?" He took a step back and cupped her red face. His eyes melted into hers and a silent agreement was made. Promises aren't made to be broken right?
Brinn wrapped her most prized scarf around her head. The blue and white scarf concealed the dark past she didn't want anyone to know. Ever since her birth, she has suffered from a condition called Alopecia Universalise where no hair will develop on her body. She threw on a frayed white blouse and picked out a normal grey work trousers that hid her skinny legs. She walked towards the first door before catching her father's hand in hers and walked out the door with him by her side. He was her anchor. With him she felt strong. She was no longer the skinny girl who suffered from a condition. She was someone stronger.
The strong chilly wind blew against her frame as she lined up behind some other kids from 9. The cold weather attacked her skin, creating goosebumps that seems even more obvious due to her lack of hair. They pricked her finger before ushering her into the roped section for 16 year olds. The entire square was silent as the two large doors swung open revealing a middle aged woman. Swann Spectral was her name, she belonged to the higher class in the Capitol and every piece of her clothing and appearance shouted her social status. Her long purple hair was twisted into a bun, jewels like opal and diamond were fashioned along side with her hair style. Her face was powered ghostly white with dark eye liner and her extended eyelashes dyed black, making her seem like the extinct species that once existed in Panem called…a panda.
Clack…
Clack…
Clack…
Every step Swann took, Brinn felt a sense of unease in her pit. Her foot steps were like a bomb awaiting to explode and killing those who were unfortunate enough to be within its grasp. Her unusually low voice echoed throughout the packed yet silent square. Along with her husky voice were the sound of swaying vegetation as they danced along with the joyous sounds of the winter wind.
Her mandatory speech once again reminded everyone in District 9 of the dark history that resulted in the Panem today. But no one would forget that history anyways. The arena, the deaths and the loss of hope were constant reminders of their past, a past that they can't change, a past that was the cause all these suffering and pain.
"Ok!" She squealed, her mouth forming a pout as her hand reached inside the crystal clear bowl containing thousands of names, each one a potential death warrant for a single girl. "Mmmm…" Swann smiled before saying loudly, "Brinn Sebla"
Brinn stood frozen, her legs planted her in place as the world swirled around her. Then her knees gave out and she did nothing as she plummeted towards the ground. Her wails of devastation and grief were echoing throughout the square, every syllable, every noise bouncing off the worn walls of the town square. Her father, whom was in the crowd had fought his way towards her, before two peacekeepers caned him and brought him to the ground then dragging him across the dirt road. Brinn's shaky hands found their way to her face as if trying to block out everything, as if trying to deny her fate and reality. Swann cleared her throat giving the peacekeepers a look. At a moments notice two men had marched their way towards her before grabbing her skinny arms and dragging her onto the stage.
By the time she was on stage, her white shirt was already brown with specks of dirt on her face as well. Her scarf had fallen off during her struggle and resistance towards the peacekeepers, once again revealing her bare scalp. She never retold her name to the crowd, she will just be remembered as the girl who cried. No one will know or care who she is but that doesn't matter. What matters to her is that she needs to get back to her father. But sometimes in life the most desirable things just happens to end up as a beautiful wish.
He gave a crooked smile as he sliced another part of the limp body parts off the lifeless body. Carnival grabbed the lifeless person by its leg before dumping the young boy in the midst of a dark alley way. The sky was turning from the vibrant orange to a dull grey and the sun was replaced by the soothing and calmness of the moon. His steps were heavy as he walked past the orphanage. The place where he had spent countless nights killings and deceiving people. He hated that place, it reminded him of his father, his mother and most of all the pain he once felt. Yes, the pain he once felt.
"Dad stop!" Carnival screeched, his baby fat yet to disappear from his face and body but his skin was already bloody and plagued with scars and burns. Thump! Another slash made contact with his flesh, once again splitting it open and caused scarlet droplets to splatter across the kitchen floor.
"Look what you've done kid!" A man said angrily pointing at the spots of red liquid that scattered across the floor, "Can't even take a few canes. Why were you even born? I knew marrying your mother was a mistake."
"Don't say that about mum," he whimpered knowing the consequences of talking back to his father, "Dad please."
His fist was scrunched up, his long nails dug into his own flesh spilling a few drops of the precious liquid that course through his veins. The pain reminded him of reality, he no longer had to fear that man. He was dead. He killed him. With that his face formed another evil grin and as the moonlight shone upon him, his dark eyes gave those around him a sense of false innocence. 3 years since his father died, he had grown considerably with a large frame with compact muscles and a sophisticated face. His appearance gave him a dark yet innocent aura that was deceived most people in the district. No one suspected that the 20 deaths that occurred mysteriously during the years had been his work. Poor little Carnival who had lost both of his parents would never do something like that.
The streets were silent as he reached the dimly lit house near the edge of the district. Carnival took off his blood stained boot before soaking it with the rain water they have collected. Satisfied he entered the house and as he walked past the living room, he saw a figure leaning against the door frame of the single bedroom. Gloria was her name, she was just an ordinary woman who had the odds in her favour and escaped the grasp of the games unharmed.
Carnival gave her a slight wink before brushing past her and throwing himself onto the wooden bed.
"Where were you?" The young woman said sternly, "I thought you said you'd be back before dinner."
"I was," He replied coldly, his mind cringing at her tone, it gave him a sudden urge to want to slit her throat and dump her body somewhere that no one would find, "something else came up."
Gloria sighed exasperated but she let the matter drop before crawling into the bed sheets and pressing her body against his.
I laughed silently as I strolled towards the city square. The intimidated stares and scared looks I've gotten along the way were amusing me more than it should. As I turned towards the final street that would lead me to the square, a little boy perhaps the age of 5 bumped into me. My eyes locked onto his soft blue ones before I snarled and snatched him from the ground and pinned him onto the wall causing his head to hit the concrete violently. A whimper escaped his throat and I smiled.
"Watch where you are walking kid," I spat coldly, I could literally feel his death on my finger tips. I leant in ever so slightly before speaking slowly, making sure every single word sunk into his mind, "I will let you go today, but if I see you ever again I will make you wish you never ever existed in the world." I laughed loudly, the sounds of my laughter echoed through the alley way as the little kid dashed out of my sight.
I continued my walk, before long, I've finally made it to the town square. I yawned as they pricked my finger and remarked, "I really wish they would make the process of collecting our blood more painful. I mean you guys enjoy watching us die every year in the arena yet you make this blood collecting process merely by pricking our precious little fingers…Why don't you guys use a knife and slit our wrist or something? That would be so much more fun." The peacekeeper looked up and met my eyes, I chuckled lightly as he quickly averted his gaze.
I made my way towards my section. 18, 17, then finally the 16 year old section. I pushed some people out of my way as I made myself comfortable at the edge of the line. I couldn't care less if I got chosen, I don't give a crap since I would love to kill someone in the most creative way I could imagine and I don't even have to hide it. I'll finally be praised for my hobby, perhaps this weird interest could be the key to bringing me home. My laugh came out in strangled chunks that subsided as that Swann lady took the stage. Then I watched as a pathetic young girl got dragged up the stage, her eyes puffy and red from all the crying. She is a goner and I knew it. I could kick her in the guts, punch her little face before cutting off chunks of her body and leaving her to die in pain and agony. I licked my lips as if I could taste the blood on my skin. Perhaps it was fate, but as soon as the escort called my name I knew I could easily win this. Placing a sadistic smile on my lips, I quickly made my way to the stage. "Carnival Dawson, " I said in a mysterious tone, "And I can't wait to be in the games." Gasps and exclaims emitted from the crowd, their faces were priceless to watch. Then there was Gloria, poor little Gloria who thought I really loved her. Smirking, I made my way behind the open doors and into the room where I should be saying my goodbyes. But I don't stop. Instead I made my way onto the train without glancing back at District 9 or at Gloria. I'll give the Capitolist a good game.
Hey Guys, this one wasn't as long as the previous one. I just wanted to say that Sea and I will try fast updates but please keep in mind that we have our test week coming up soon and will be extremely busy. District 9 was the second district we got out of the hat. Please tell me what you think :) A lot of controversy about Skyler but I promise she will be more interesting later on plus I've already got a plot in mind for her. Thank you guys for all the reviews.
