The boy with the lightening scar

by simplisticminds

Its the first Quarter quell. New tricks and more gore. For 17 year old Jasper Rowan, who's family was executed by snow, protecting the young boy who lives next door has turned from bringing him food too volunteering in place of his death. But what Jasper doesn't know that he has a skill too unlock and the 25th Annual Hunger games is just the place to unleash it.

11. Dread Intrusion

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I cant decide if ive actually managed to go deaf, or its the tension sinking in my bones. With in seconds of me getting that weapon we are both preparing for battle. I block out everything. All i focus on is my opponent, his weapon, my surroundings and the claps of thunder that brings thumping rain. My fingers tighten around the weapon, i bring my arm up and grasp the other part of the handle with my other hand. My opponent doesn't let his eyes stray from mine, hes searching for a weak spot. A spot that once he hits, i will drop the weapon and run away.

But for once in my cowardly life, finding that spot will be near too impossible. There is no weak spot. Right now im pure courage and rage. I know i said i wouldn't kill anyone unless it was too protect Liza's life, but sending a group of people to find my death. A group of people he will probably be killing off himself in a matter of days. I bring my leg forward.

Without even acknowledging it, Im sprinting towards him. Hes coming at me with his sword lifted just above his head. Silly boy, he has broken a golden rule. Hes no longer protecting his vital organs. Just before we clash, i fall to the floor, sliding straight under his legs. Kicking him straight in the stomach, he plummets through the air and hits the ground. I can feel the same surge over coming again, the same as in the training centre. My whole body spasms a bit before we both stumble to our feet.
He throws the first swipe, i manage to block it just in time, but as i block he sends a blow to my face with the handle. This sends me back but not too far, I regain balance and continue combat. Kicking, swiping, stabs, punches and he manages to send a scarring scratch straight across my cheek and lip. This throws my back for a second. I don't really take much notice of the pain, im too busy panting, trying to regain strength. I light my hand to my face and trace my thumb over the wound. Blood stains my hand. The sight of the blood makes me feel weak, but im not weak! Ill show everyone im not weak.
Delusion. Caught in some courageous moment, but in reality is suicide. I throw my sword to the floor. After feeling weak, I felt finishing him off with our would prove me strong, really its just proved me absolutely mentally unstable. Too late now.

He begins to grin at me. Hes crawling somewhere, i cants tell where though my eye is completely swollen. Then i hear a shriek, a girls shriek. I don't think. I dont look. I just pelt myself towards the boy. Paying no attention to me, I spear tackle him to the floor.

Black. That's what i can see. Black, with the occasional strobe of purple. Suddenly faces begin to appear in purple tinges. First ever member of my family. It was so sweet seeing their faces. Especially in a dark time. My mother flashes first, holding her most famous grin and comforting nod. How i miss her, I wish she could see how well im doing. Then my father with his arms by his waist, looking firm but tender. As he fades, my sweet little sister appears in his place. She seemed too be giggling. It was a memory, from back when i took her for walks around the district. She's holding my token, the marble she found in the wood.

Her giggling begins to transform into something horrendous. Piercing screams and heartless sobs. My eyes burn open, I awake to find Liza sobbing into my chest. She rises as she begins to notice my conciousness. I embraces me tightly.

''I thought you were dead Jasper...'' she sobs uncontrollably. ''I thought you were gone.''
I try to ignore her sobs because i know she will set me off, I rise too sitting position. ''How long was i gone?'' I tilt her head up to get her attention.

''I don't even know Jasper... 3 hours? not including your attack... you weren't conscious Jasper, it was crazy and then the lightenin-'' she talking far to quickly for me to digest.

''Woah! Liza slow down, what do you mean my attack? and lightening?'' Im staring her dead in the eye.

''You don't remember?'' She looks uncomfortable, like im a psychopath. I shake my head aggressively.

''Jasper you murdered the boy from 3, with your bare hands...I was screaming at you too stop but you just wouldn't, It was like you were possessed, you just kept going unti- un-... Until the lightening struck you.''

Her words hit me, just as hard as the handle on that boys weapon, I knock my head back.

What is happening to me?