A 17 year old boy looked out from the window of his room the Rebels had so generously gave him. His face held a blank expression as a draft of wind blew on his short, matted black hair. His eyes were bloodshot, hiding the true color of a faded black. Under his eyes was bruises, making him look extremely pained. No suprise, he was.
His mind shifted off of her all day, then there was this hour, when he was alone. But a gamemaker was never alone, cameras were all over the white room. Were they watching him break down over the girl he lost? His bestfriend?
Yes, they were cruel. Yes, they mistaked the three of them for Capitol children. No, he didn't understand why.
An alarming jolt surged through him when he heard a loud, booming voice from the intercom system throughout the building.
"ALL GAMEMAKERS REPORT TO THE GAMEMAKING LAB!"
He stood up and looked out the window one last time and turned, began walking, and left. His hand holding scratches, scars, bruises, and a picture of her and her younger brother. Those were who he was searching for and would save.
Too bad gamemakers didn't know everything.
Author's Note: Thanks for entering your characters, this story wouldn't be possible without any of you guys
So guess who this is
QUESTION THAT NEEDS TO BE ANSWERED: Should I make a Dakota chapter from her point of view?
Also, the other characters are almost at the Training Center, yay!
Or is it not a happy occasion...
