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There is snow in the air
The coldness reaches my heart
There is death everywhere
My stone heart is tearing apart…
"Theresa," Martial Rudolphine said loudly as he approached the large couch where the unusually tall girl had sat up. Her medium long hair tumbles beneath her shoulder blade with strands standing up stubbornly. Her forehead was coated with light sweat and she had placed her two hands over her face.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled softly, "I…I just had a dream about the games."
"Darling girl," Martial said in a strong capitol accent, "it's alright to have dreams about the games, I'm used to this so no need to apologise ok?"
Theresa Cassan stood up shakily, her large frame towered over the man, making him seem like a little elf. She gave him a light shake and tried to erase all the images that were still every present in her mind. She walked towards the bar before filling a cup with water and returning back to the couch. She slumped down onto the soft material, having never felt something this comfortable. An awkward laugh escaped her throat before she commented, "Where is Shellis?"
"The boy is in his room," the escort replied taking a seat next to the gigantic girl, "last time I checked he was talking to himself again."
Theresa nodded feeling extremely awkward in the situation. No one was in the compartment except for herself and this man who had condemned her of her fate. "Uh…" she said once again, her voice trying to find some sort of balance between eager and confidence, "I…uh…" Then the room was silent again. Martial being the chatty type tried to spark another conversation, he twisted his diamond ring before saying jokingly, "So who was the boy who tried to kill me?"
"Who?" Theresa asked, genuinely confused, "The boy in the wheelchair?"
"Yeah that boy," Martial replied grinning, "He seemed…violent."
"Jared? Violent?" Trip questioned laughing, "He is the most gentle boy and my best friend as a matter of fact…he was the only person that stuck with me even after I became this." She finished her sentencing motioning towards her body.
"You mean after your giantism began to show?" Martial asked forcing a fake smile onto his face.
Trip nodded softly before turning her gaze to the tv. The recap of the reaping had been playing in the background during their conversation and now the screen flickered to the reaping day of her own district. District 11 looked beautiful on the screen. Dark barks were covered in a sheet of fiery clothing that seemed to shed away gently as the autumn wind caressed around the area. Rows after rows of fruit trees were barren yet created a great contrast with the blooming apple trees, where every branch consisted serval juicy red orbs that were waiting patiently for its owner to collect. The town square was packed as usual though light petals were drifting in the air, landing gently on the heads of District 11's citizens. Theresa watched expectantly as her name was called. Her eyes fixed on the large girl wearing a patched, ragged and short white dress along with a pair of brown shoes, who towered over every other teen in the 17 year old section. Theresa chocked out what seemed like a combination of a sob and laughter as she watched herself freeze in panic, her head scanning in all directions as if trying to find another Theresa Cassans. Then she heard Martial laugh as the commentators talked about Theresa's "majestic" fall as she stumbled on stage before landing on her face. Theresa's face formed an embarrassed smile as she heard her own voice projected through the speakers, every word loud and clear. "The...re...sa Ca..ssans" the voice stuttered before the camera was cut short towards Martial again who's hands had found its way into the other bowl.
I drifted towards my compartment after the recap. The images of the dead were still in my mind and amongst those bodies was my own. I could still see the vivd picture of my lifeless body lying limp on the sheet of ice that seemed to be cracking faster and faster by the second. Then darkness envelops me. I looked down at the bracelet on my wrist. Jared made it for me as my token. The bracelet was intricate and beautiful, with beads of all colour strung onto the string, which bead crafted sophistically by Jared. Frustrated I didn't see the tons of towels that were piled outside of the bathroom across from my room. As usual, I plummeted towards the ground like a chess piece. Trip…I was really living up to my nickname. First I trip walking towards the townsquare, then I accidentally whack the boy I was trying to impress and of course how could I forget my now infamous fall as I made my way onto the stage. I'm sure that'd make an impression in the capitol. Sighing, I stood up and dragged myself into my bedroom before throwing myself onto my bed. I hate life. I hate my fate. I looked at my newly split wound and I knew the odds weren't exactly in my favour right now. Closing my eyes, I thought about my 3 mothers. My biological mother who had given me up then there was my two adoptive mothers. I hope they'll alright. I hope Jared was alright. I wanted to go home to them. I'm not ready to die. I'm not ready to face death not because of my usual cowardice but because no one should have to be prepared to die at my age. No one.
From afar a muscular figure could be traced, the man was around 6 feet tall and a sad demeanour radiated from his body language. When looked closely you could see his dark complexion, his dark brown eyes as well as his short black hair. Shellis Ushums carried a frown on his face as he scanned his surrounding for any signs of people. Carefully he bent down picking up some ripe apple that had fallen onto the ground and plucked some more berries from the bushes. He quickly placed everything he gathered into his jacket. He checked the farm once more before dashing out of the area and headed straight for the busiest street in District 11. He quickly took out the fruits and took off his worn jacket. He first placed the jacket onto the dirt road before placing the fruits onto of his jacket. Then he just sat down waiting for his usual customers to buy these "illegal" fruit at a discounted price as he desperately needed more money to feed his mother and sister.
The edge of the earth had begun burning with the last of daylight. The once blue canvas, now, smeared with crimson coloured blood as the fiery red orb of light retreated beneath the horizon. Threads of light lingered in the sky as Shellis sold the last of his stolen produces. The young man slowly placed his jacket back onto his body and proceeded towards the shabbiest parts of his district. As he made his way towards his house, the sky had darkened and darkness whistled in victory as the bright lights sunk fully beneath the horizon. However, sequin-silver stars had illuminated the sky, challenging the brief moment of glory that the darkness had gained. Before long, the soft, soothing pale light emitted from the large glowing disc that had penetrated through the thick cloud cover and shone upon Shellis. Lifting his head, Shellis was mesmerised by the beauty, his eyes flickered to what seemed like a moment of happiness. "You see that Jianing?" His question was answered with an airy silence and the crunching of golden brown leaves as his boots contacted the seemingly sacred ground. "Yes I know, it is beautiful but not in comparison to you. To me, you are the single most beautiful and precious thing in the world and you know I would do anything for you. Anything." As if hearing an answer Shellis continued, "Perhaps one day we could get married in winter. I know it's you're favourite season and you would look mesmerising in a wedding gown. Before you tell me that I'm day dreaming again, I will assure you, I'll steal whatever I need to steal if it meant seeing you in one of those precious gowns and becoming my wife." His feet froze him in place, his pupils dilated and glazed over as he thought of the scene in his head.
Pale green grass were stiffened with frost. Few brown tainted leaves clung desperately onto the bare branches of a few trees. The streets were covered in a white blanket that glittered and sparkled as the warm beam of light radiated off the large fireball that hung high on the blue canvas. There was a freezing chill in the winter's air, the silent killer that no one dares to identify. None of this were important at this moment however, for all I can concentrate on is the beautiful girl before my eyes. Her long jet black hair twisted up into an elegant bun that sat high on her head. Strands of hair had been purposely left loose and left to frame her delicate face. The coldness in the air caused her cheeks to turned into a rosy pink and her eyes twinkled with an excitement that I've never seen. I beamed as she reached me before gently taking her hands into my own. My eyes met hers for a second before averting my gaze to stop myself from kissing her senseless. Those eyes always seemed to mesmerise me, they were so deep and expressive. Her exquisite frame was portrayed beautifully in the dress of hers. The thin fabric wraps around her body tightly before expanding outwards like a blooming flower in the midst of winter. Without any notice, flakes of white began to drift from above like secret messengers sent by God to congratulate the two of us on our union. Then I heard the 5 words I've been waiting for. Without a moment of hesitation I leant in to kiss her, capturing her soft plump lips within mine and savouring every moment. The world seemed to be spinning and I could just make out the whistling noises that Annabeth and Percy were making. At the moment she was officially mine and I am hers. Forever they said. We would have forever.
Then I realised she was dead. Killed by the capitol due to her apparent "rebellious" behaviours. I gritted my teeth at the thought. No she was alive, I turned my head to the side before sighing in relive. She was here with me, she will always be here with me. I walked slowly towards my house, glancing beside myself every so often to make sure she was next to me.
But he was alone as he made his way inside of his house. "Good night," he had whispered before leaning forward as if to kiss something, "I love you."
Amongst the 18 year old section, Shellis stood alone, his arms crossed on his chest and his face carried his usual frown. His face was bloody and bruised having just beat up a boy who had called him mental. The other guy took the blow a lot worse then he did however, Shellis' hobby to shadowbox had given him an upper hand and combined with his larger frame the other boy was no match. He knew he hallucinated which was why he chose to shadowbox at night or talk long walks when he tried to forget about the past. It never works. He bit onto his bottom lips at the memory, he hated when people deny the existence of his girlfriend. He knew she was alive, everyone else were just too stupid to realise her existence.
He sighed as he watched the overly large girl make her way onto the stage, tripping as she ascended the stairs. Then his name rang in the air. "Shellis Ushums." the voice said loud and clear with no hint of doubt. He glanced towards the girls' section before meeting her eyes. The same expressive eyes now plagued with sadness and hatred. He sucked in his teeth and a shaky breath before he stormed onto the stage. His dark orbs then searched for the two faces that he was so familiar with, then he found them. His eyes locked onto his mother's and sister's faces before giving them a look.
He was going to win to come back to them and bring them a live where surviving wouldn't be the constant task at hand, where there would always be food on their plates. Most of all he wanted to let his bastard father see what he had achieve and what he could never dream of achieving because he was just an alcoholic awaiting for death to seize his pointless life.
Ok guys another chapter down :) Now only got 9 districts to go woohoo. Hope this one was ok as I said we are getting really really busy and I managed to update this one today because we had a day off school (pupil free day) and tomorrow I'll be staying at school for 13 hours *very funny...not* Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I decided to do something abit different instead of the previous reaping scenes, hopefully it wasn't tooooo confusing.
Sea and I would also thank everyone for all the reviews and lovely compliments as we really really appreciate them. Happy Hunger Games! *whispers* who wants to know what the arena is like? hehe Sea banned me from telling for suspense :/ :)
Love Sizzy xx
