Now a special chapter from Brian's POV. Yay? And for those of you wondering where the heck Prim is, well you probably won't love this chapter. Also, I'm warning you that this is a very strange topic for me to write about.
Warning: This deals with mature themes but nothing graphic, so I hope I'm still fitting my T Rating.
It sort of relates to a dark story I found in my family past that I've had a hard time dealing with. So I do as most writers do, and try to write about it. This is not exactly how it all happened, and I hope to write about all of it one day when I gather the courage.
If anyone has questions, please ask, I don't bite.
And I'm still giving an excerpt of the next chapter to each reviewer, so feel free to write a couple words for me.
Also, Prompts in Panem is starting up again in September, is anyone else participating? I'm so excited!
Disclaimer: I still own nothing but a grumpy cat t-shirt
Sometime less than 4 years ago
Brian locked the door of his house, taking one glance at Katniss's limp body. He didn't have to worry about her anymore, she hardly even moved. She was just a broken toy.
Time was ticking, and he had become bored with her. He needed someone young, and pretty, and innocent. A fresh face as some would say.
He walked out into the forest, finding his old green truck parked behind an expanse of trees. He was always careful, careful enough to make sure no one would ever find him.
He hit the highway, taking the nearly two-hour drive into Philly. Finding a new toy too close to home would be conspicuous.
He walked down the crowded streets, scoping out his prey. There was an array of teenage girls, many too young, too old, too knowing for his taste. There were many who were scantily clad, trying to show off their young bodies, but that had never been his preference. He needed someone fresh.
Brian adjusted the scarf around his neck, catching a glimpse of a young blonde girl. Her shiny hair was intricately woven, like a golden cord. She was exactly what he needed, someone so different from Katniss.
This girl was pale, with eyes the colour of the sea. She was beautiful in a conventional way, with an innocence that shone through her young face. She couldn't have been more than 15 or 16. Yes, she was perfect.
He followed her from afar, making it all the way to the small apartment that was her home. She was greeted by a fair couple who were undoubtably her parents.
He would have to be careful
He returned many days that week, gathering information on this new girl.
Her name was Primrose, she was sixteen years old. She went to a nearby high school and volunteered at the hospital on weekends.
She was everything he was looking for, someone young, beautiful, and innocent.
She looked just like her, just like Amelia.
Brian Snow's father had been a formidable man.
He was the CEO of Massive Logistics, one of the biggest companies in New York City.
People looked up to his incredible, genius mind; after all, there was nothing that Coriolanus Snow couldn't do.
Well, maybe there was one thing he could never manage to force himself to do.
No matter what, Coriolanus could never love his son.
He wasn't his son in the regular sense anyways, just the child of some man his wife had been fooling around with.
He couldn't love someone else's child.
He raised the boy as he trained the young foolish, employees of his company: with a firm hand and a harsh tongue. And his wife was punished in a similar fashion.
He taught the boy who was not his son how to survive, then he sent him out to the streets. He was an embarrassment to the company, to the family, to his father.
Soon enough the once privileged boy was forgotten, and he learned his way through the underground.
Brian Snow just wished for a real family, and planned to have that dream no mater the cost.
He became every bit Coriolanus Snow despite the fact that they were not related whatsoever... But, it would seem that his father taught him well.
He learned soon enough that a fist was much more convincing than a plea, a shove more useful than a phrase. He learned how to achieve his dream, and hide his tracks. He learned to become a mad genius like his father.
Soon enough, he met his beautiful wife Juliet. She had long dark hair that fell by her waist; and her eyes, they were a deep, stormy gray.
But she'd always had a rebellious streak. Her life with him had never been enough, she'd longed for freedom, to travel and adventure. And she was stubborn, much too stubborn.
He'd married her after her first husband had died, and with her came her darling six-year old daughter, Amelia.
He'd always wanted a child of his own, and Amelia helped fill that need.
But it was never enough.
He got Juliet pregnant three times, and each time she lost the baby.
It was then that he began taking after his father. The smallest mistake became enough to set his temper aflame.
And eventually, his wife just wasn't enough.
Amelia was carrying his child by age 16, and a week after they found out, Juliet took Amelia out for a drive and never came back.
She'd driven the car right off a highway bridge.
A year later he found himself taking a stroll through the city he used to call home, trying to clear his head. He was still so angry.
He hadn't planned on taking her, but she'd looked just like his wife, just slightly younger. The resemblance was uncanny.
Katniss Everdeen was practically an exact replica of his wife, down to the smoldering grey eyes and dark, luscious curls. She even had the fire that lurked within. She was exactly what he'd been looking for.
He hadn't had a choice really.