I'm procrastinating. But seriously, my English teacher is a loon. She's explaining our memoir, and it's not just a simple memoir like we thought, and everyone is just giving her blank stairs when we're told to go to the computers. Then she opens the window and threatens to jump.
Loon. Fucking loon.
Kalel Lepios, District 6
"Ow," Harm murmured. "Ouch. OW, THAT HURT!" I roll my eyes. She's such a baby.
"Hold still and I can heal you," I muttered. Grabbing hard onto the knife, I wrenched the blade from her shoulder. The oozing blood dripped down her shoulder, and I could see her face paling already. She'd be dead in an hour. It could finally get her off my back...
I pushed the thought aside. We were already in this for awhile. The Capitol anthem began to play and I pressed my hand to her bloody wound. It seeped throughout her shirt. Focusing in, I started healing.
A warmth feeling trickled through my arm into her, a light shining in my palm. Harm moaned (that sounded wrong on so many levels) but the color came back to her face.
Looking up, my eyes widened. It was already the end of day two. It was going by so fast. But nineteen kids still lived, eighteen still to die. I could be one of them.
My eyes widened. Angel's face flitted across the sky, her dark wings shimmering at the edges. The fireworks fizzled out, her ally's face appearing next. Cat Girl. I could have thought up better.
Only two deaths today. Even more to come. It's been awhile, and it's bound to happen soon.
Hopefully, no one could see us. When I healed, a bright white light illuminated from my hands. It usually doesn't mean much, but when your trying to not be killed, it can be a bother.
Harm's pretty face shadowed out, and she appeared a little devilish. Bringing back my hand, I wiped away some of the blood. Harm rolled her eyes at the mess, tugging off her shirt.
"That's pretty cool," she said, frowning at the stains on her bra strap. I tugged off my own jacket and shirt, passing it to her. No time to be awkward about things. "The whole heally thing."
I nodded, smiling at the word heally. "Uh, yeah. My mutation."
"That really comes in handy," Harm said, wiping the last few sticky spots of blood from her skin, pulling on my shirt. I shrugged my jacket back on, shivering slightly against the cold. I wonder if we could find some clothes around here...although, Harmony wouldn't be caught dead in a clown suit...which could actually happen...
Harm pulled her hair up in a ponytail with a holder around her wrist. Everything she did or wore had a fashionable feel to it.
"Thanks," she smiled. "You really helped me there."
I sank back into the bench we sat on. I felt like a hobo. "Any time." Why do I feel like I'd regret saying that?
Fiona C. Flycactus, District 13
Ip was...intense. To the point where it sort of scared me.
He had to have everything done his way. His way or the highway, which never made much sense since we live underground for most of the time.
Derrick, he was nice. He's socially awkward, but think about it, so am I. He can tell some cute stories, I've already written down a bunch. Frowns a lot, and it looked sort of painful when he smiles. But sometimes it came naturally.
My brother plowed on ahead, leaving us a little behind.
"Don't mind Ip," I said quietly. "He's a bit of a..."
"Dick?" I winced at the term, even though it was sort of spot on. Derrick twisted his head about, survielling the shops. "Yeah, I've seen it."
I crossed my arms across myself, grimacing. "It's just, he sort of scares me."
Derrick frowned. "That's not fair." He didn't seem angry, just blunt. "I thought twins had some weird bond." A pole slid from under it's tent and Derrick instantly flinched back several feet. Sighing, he walked back beside me, glancing furtively about. He looked over his shoulder a lot.
"Yes, in a way. Experiments have been done. Us especially have a connection. Switching from boy to girl, it affects the other, as you can tell. It seems like I can control it better..."
"But Ip always gets the sex he wants." All of it was true. I just didn't want to admit it. Derrick scowled down at his shoes, a look I didn't like.
For a moment, I felt confident. Something. Derrick's stubborn look, I guess. I grew into a boy, becoming equal height with Derrick. He frowned, not meeting my gaze.
"It doesn't bother you, does it?" For some reason, I cared about what he thought. Derrick wasn't exactly a good person. As Ip put it, when he was nearby and not, "He's a fucking coward who only gives a damn about himself." I saw it more as, he made sure everything was in line to make his life good, to make himself feel okay. Pretty much what Ip did.
Maybe they hated each other so much, because they were alike in some ways.
"Um, no, it's just..." his eyes casted to my face, fidgeting my glasses for a moment. "A long story." Long story? He always got awkward when I was a boy. Did it bother him?
Suddenly, under our feet, the ground opened up. Derrick managed to hop back in a natural flinch, and I would have too if Ip didn't decide to reclaim boy hood. My momentum was thrown off and I slipped down, snatching hold of the rope going across two walls. A tightrope. Over a vat of molten lava. And mutt things riding unicycles along it. Yelp.
"Give me your hand!" Derrick yelled. I dangled, hopelessly reaching out a hand. I swung my feet to get the momentum and managed to leap up and grab Derrick's hand. My heart sputtered as he dragged forward with my weight, but with some kicking and flailing, I managed to tug myself up. I glanced around, and a freaky monkey thing wearing a funny hat on a unicycle slapped my face.
The force sent my glasses tumbling into the pit. Crud. My glasses.
A heated burst of air sent us flying backwards, and I tumbled into a tent with Derrick.
The pole landed on us, the tarp wrapped around our head. Great.
Transitioning to a boy, I started pushing it up. "Help me!" The sooted air made me cough and Derrick's hand brushed by mine as we grabbed hold of the pole. We just stared at the other, and the outline of his face blurred out.
No one could see us. And no one saw my stunned look when he kissed me. I didn't know what to make of it. The facts started listing themselves; Ip hates him. This is the Mutant Games. He's married and has a wife and kid. I'm in my boy form right now. Oh my goodness. I'm a boy right now. And he always acts weird when I'm a boy. No...it didn't sound logical, but...
Derrick widened his eyes in shock. I stuttered a bit at him, and we scrambled out from the tent's covering as we pushed aside the pole. No one saw it. For once, no one saw it.
"Thanks," I murmured.
"Don't expect it to happen again." I could only guess at what he was referring to.
Felicity Lissette Lebedev, District 4
I woke up suddenly with Rodney's face hovering over me. "One more day, sunshine. Better start stretching," he winked. My mind has been trying to figure out what to do about this. Suck it up and sell my body? He'd probably kill me himself not long after.
Hopefully, Dev will fufill her end of the bargain. Hunter would just go along with whatever we do, as long as we're doing something "exciting" and Ronnie will do anything to piss of Rodney.
He leaned in, kissing my lips. His hands drifted to areas no self respecting girl would let a guy jump to that fast. But hey, what the hell? I answered his touch, sitting up, only to shy my lower half away.
"Now where you going?" Rodney smirked, pulling my hips in closer. He know I hated him. And he just used it to his advantage.
I transferred over pained emotions. The emotions I was practically feeling right now. This allowed Rodney to break aprt and stare at me, his eyes blinking with worry.
"One more day, remember that," I said. Picking up a bow, I marched over to the watch post. Devmani's slumbering body laid off to the side and her eyes slid open, wataching me for a moment.
I nodded solemnly at her, and she nodded back, eyes closing shut.
Winking one last time at Rodney, I climbed to the Cornucopia.
Mimosa Thistle, District 11
"Hey, Mim." I looked up to find Jaz staring down at me. His black hair hung in his face, but I could see the glints of gold playing in his eyes. Wait wasn't I sleeping? A little while ago, a thought I saw my dead friends and family trying to drag me into the ground. A nightmare that took me forever to wake up from. I think I still haven't woken up. He was sitting atop of a tomb, and the skeletal hands shyed away.
"Uh, Jaz? Are we dead?" He shook dark head, hopping down from the stone stucture. From that height, he should have twisted an ankle, something.
"No, it's, eh, 'nother part of the power," he explained. "As well as emitting the of an individual, I can wander through their dreams too. It can be...intimidating."
I nodded in agreement, looking around. The tombstones sank back into the ground, leading to open space. A thought struck, and instantly, the whole scene popped up like the fields of District Eleven. Jaz smiled approvingly.
He sat casually beside me. "So, what have you been doing?" I snapped my fingers, and a spring breeze blew by. I love the wind.
"Trying the tornado thing. It's failed every time. I can't get the speed of the air currents down." Jaz listened carefully. He knew I had more that I wasn't mentioning.
"So?" he pressed.
I chewed my lip, staring off at an imaginary robin. "Well, I was thinking, if I could get that one kid to help..." Jaz nodded, expertly using his facade of calm.
"You just don't know how to approach him without getting killed." I smiled half-heartedly. "Give me a sec. I'm not that far away, I'll wake you up."
He stood, and sprinted off to the far outreaches of my mind. A light seemed to suddenly flick off, and I sat in the realms of my mind, in the dark.
-0-
"He said yes." My eyes shot open, Jaz standing over me. I had fallen asleep in a cafe, and have been living off funnel cakes, which were a little stale. "Didn't take much. His ally may not be so keen but she'll give in."
I smiled, sitting up from the bench. "Thanks, Jasper. Do you think it'll work?"
He nodded, confident. "I know it will." This technical alliance was working better than I thought.
"You can sleep here if you want to. Just as long you, you know, don't try to kill me." Jasper stared at me, as if considering. Then finally he nodded.
"Thanks," he hopped the counter, taking a towel as a blanket and a mat for a bed. "And good luck."
"You too," I whispered.
Okay, someone's dying next chapter.
Devmani Crew, District One ~(Hunter, Ron, Felicity, Rodney)
Kazu Hokoshi, District One (killed by Erone)
Hunter Faye, District Two ~(Devmani, Ron, Felicity, Rodney)
Ronneir "Ron" Tammel, District Two ~(Devmani, Hunter, Felicity, Rodney)
Leanara Gee, District Three (neck snapped by Ron)
Trint Nevlin, District Three
Felicity Lissette Lebedev, District Four ~(Devmani, Hunter, Ron, Rodney)
Rodney Calder, District Four ~(Devmani, Hunter, Ron, Felicity)
Cynthia O'Meara, District Five (speared in the stomach with a trident by Rodney)
Aries Prospero, District Five ~(Lissa)
Lysemet Sprintyarrow, District Six (killed by Trint's death touch)
Kalel Lepios, District Six ~(Harmony)
Skylar Hawkins, District Seven (killed by Trint's death touch)
Derrick Young, District Seven ~(Fiona, Ip)
Harmony Curr, District Eight ~(Kalel)
Erik "Nugget" Traub, District Eight (crushed by pirate ship ride)
Mira Fox, District Nine ~(Nico)
Nico Lenho, District Nine ~(Mira)
Melissa "Lissa" Arno, District Ten ~(Aries)
Till Yarrow, District Ten (hacked apart by Hunter)
Mimosa Thistle, District Eleven ~(Jaz...technically)
Jasper "Jaz" Martinez, District Eleven ~(Mimosa...technically)
Olive Quaker, District Twelve
Erone Thorn, District Twelve
Fiona C. Flycactus, District Thirteen ~(Derrick, Ip)
Ippetra "Ip" Z. Flycactus, District Thirteen ~(Derrick, Fiona)
