Hi. I'M BACK FROM MY VACATION WITH MY HUSBAND JACK QUAID. Hhahaaiwish8(. Sorry for the weird updates lol. Aah D:. So busy with school. (secret cofe for : i'm lazy) So I'll try and make this one a long one! xox forgive me please. – Jenny

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Marvel POV

I put my hands on my knees, hanging my head and panting heavily. Sweat drenches my training outfit and everyone gives me a disgusted look before walking back to their own floors. Everything hurts; my arms ache, my legs groan in protest, my head throbs. I attempt to shake it off, stretch it out, whatever it takes to get rid of the pain, but wince instead at slightest movement.

"Looks like skinny boy over here overworked himself. Or maybe he just can't handle it?" Cato coos mockingly, gliding across the training room all by his lonesome. I don't bother to listen, much less look. He looks around at his audience of none, expecting someone, anyone, to laugh. Silence. I feel the air go heavy and know his signature smirk he has probably been wearing has been wiped from his face.

In one swift motion, he kicks both of my shins, hard, and I crash backwards to the ground, then look up at him, dazed. My fists clench, turning my knuckles white, my eyes shut close, and my jaw stiffens. When I open my eyes, he stares down at me with dark ominous eyes. My aching body numbs for a moment, leaving me feeling nothing but pure fear. He leans down and whispers harshly, "You better listen to me, Marvel, you go against me, you go against everything you fear the most. Don't you dare ignore me. You're my puppet. I tell you to kill, you kill. I own you and without me, you're nothing. Got that?" The last part, he screams into my ear, leaving it ringing. He snaps back up and turns on his heels and simply walks away without a second glance.

"Heard of anger management classes?" I mutter under my breath, certain that my ears were my only witnesses. Cato's fists ball against his side. I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Better watch your back in the arena tomorrow," He says with a trace of amusement. I feel the color drain from my face. "You'll probably regret that you didn't!"

Later that evening, they gave out our training scores. We all slump into the couches, forgetting the exhaustion of the day for the moment. Glimmer gets a 7 and everyone kind of tsks at her, telling how she could've done sooooo much better. "You had so much potential, honey." Voices criticize. Everything goes silent as I come up. A 9 flashes under my name in a bold white. I flash a grin as everyone pats my back and for a moment, I'm utterly content. Glimmer glares at him with venom in her eyes from the other side of the couch and scrapes her nails across her throat once, leaving a puffy red line across her neck. Marvel is oblivious to this.

That night, I did not sleep. I lay in bed surrounded by fluffy pillows and the soft blankets that gave me warmth, a bit too much than comfortable, but I shudder frequently anyways, the bliss of getting a 9 completely obliterated and forgotten. I knew my dreams would bring hundreds of ways that Cato could kill me, though it'd feel like the real deal, and if I am awake, the images would still be branded into my brain. The second option seemed like a better choice, to me, at least.

I don't sleep a wink. My eyes find interest on the bleak ceiling wall. I swear I see my blood on them, a deep crimson, dripping down from the surface and onto my bed, tainting the once beautiful room. Now it's ruined, blood dotting the furniture and leaving the air muggy.

I snap up from my laying position, throwing off all the blankets, and put my hand on my forehead, coming back covered in sweat. I start heaving in deep breaths of air, eyes darting about the room, sweat persistently covering my body. The room seems much too stuffy for comfort all within a second. I feel as if I'm sucking all the air out of the room.

I scramble over to the door like a fish out of water and slam it open, gasping into air of the hallway. The air is the same. My heart is still not content with the environment. I sprint over to the elevator and slam in the button several times with brute force. It breaks just as the elevator doors open. I press the highest floor with trembling fingers, pressing several other floors along with the highest one and I go rocketing towards the sky, still suffocating. Shit.

Ding! Not the top floor. Ding! Again. I growl in frustration, resisting the sudden urge to rip out all the buttons. Time goes agonizingly slow and I begin to feel light headed.

To my relief, the doors open right when I clutch my stomach and hold a hand over my mouth, resisting the urge to chuck up any kind of substance I have in my stomach. I don't realize what floor this is, but that's probably not the least of my worries! I stumble and crash down the hall and through a door at the end of the hall and venture fearlessly up the stairs. The closer I get to it, the cooler and lighter the air becomes, the more it beckons me to come closer. Next thing I know, I'm in a trace, my feet shuffling on their own and striding up the stairs 3 steps at a time. Thank goodness for long legs.

A cool wind hits my face and I feel my body shudder in anticipation. I barge through the ajar door and start coughing, sputtering, and gasping to take in air. I think I take in too much, as my stomach is doing flips. But that's all it takes, and I scramble over to the edge of the roof.

I start heaving up a disgusting coppery tasting substance over the silver railing and at the same time wheezing for more air. As I finish the disgusting deed, I catch a dangerous zap! Pierce through the sound of me coughing for dear lifeand I do the thing that any survivor would do. I drop to the ground on my stomach without hesitation, which makes me wince. Something flies above my head and splatters all over the rose bushes directly behind me.

I lift my eyes and glance over in the dim light and squint to see all of the roses glistening red. Beautiful. I come closer to bask in the beauty of nature. The now air that once smelled of roses and plants teeming with life smells like. My eyes go wide as my eyes land on a single crimson red rose. It glitters… like… blood.

My suspicions are confirmed when a single droplet of blood falls and leaves a dot on the floor. I feel my now empty stomach flip and I'm in danger of throwing up again. I turn from the sight and close my eyes, my body shaking uncontrollably. I count to ten. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine… don't you dare throw up again. Close enough.

I feel a warm hand land on my shoulder and I yelp, snapping around into a fighting stance. Katniss. My mind recalls as I stare into her grey eyes glinting with worry. Then they turn as cold as stone once again. "What the hell are you doing up here?" She snaps. "This is my floor & I don't want to share this roof with the likes of you or your stupid friends!"

I blink uneasily. "I threw up blood. I-It got on the white rose bush." I whisper faintly. Her eyes are now laced with distress. Katniss lets out a sigh and reaches out to pluck a rose from its place. "NO!" I slap her hand away. She grunts in annoyance.

"There's nothing even on there!" She cries. My eyes must be deceiving me. I rub them and stare intently at the now red roses. Nothing is shimmering. I pluck it from the stem and sniff at it. Nothing. It smells like a regular flower. I desperate rub at the petals, ripping the delicate thing apart.

Katniss snorts and leaves me behind without so much as a 'goodnight,' leaving me with thoughts and confusion.


ooooh disturbing chapter.

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