I bit the hand over my mouth tasting Copper blood pouring down my throat.
I had to think fast about this
My captors hands were all used up on bleeding and I was choking on the blood gross. Anyways and the other one holding the knife. They had however left MY hands free. They were a total Idiot.
Or maybe they'd just never met a hood from NYC.
I balled my hands into tight fists and rammed my knuckles back into their sides. They doubled over in pain and dropped the knife at my feet. I picked it up using my chance probly the only one I'd get and held the Tip to the guys throat.
He had silvery gray eyes and dark hair he could be my brother. And sadly he was.
"you fucking bastard"
I hissed at him
"why the fuck are you sneaking around trying to kill me?"
He just smiled and made to get away but I put an arm out
"ya know I aint a murderer but I might just become one."
I growled Taking the knife and slowly cutting a line down one side of his cheek. Normally I'm not cruel but this was my brother and he could be pretty bad when he wanted to. Especially if he had his gang behind him which I suspect he did. How else could he have gotten to Tulsa and back so fast?
I held the knife back at his throat when stupid idiot me I remembered what I forgot. In a very painfull way as my brothers hands shot out at me pushing me against the rust metal railing which not only cut my back up pretty damn good but also (just my luck) gave away.
I hit the ground and (lovely sight) just before the blackness eating away at my vision took over I saw my brother sneer at me and shout down
"we'll get you don't worry Veeta you'll be with mummy soon!"
The only thing I remember after that Is blissful black
(a/n
Meagan B: the torture ends he, he I hoped you like my dreadful cliché of a brother trying to kill his sister with absolutely no twist on it at all don't worry It gets better. (I hope)
I had to think fast about this
My captors hands were all used up on bleeding and I was choking on the blood gross. Anyways and the other one holding the knife. They had however left MY hands free. They were a total Idiot.
Or maybe they'd just never met a hood from NYC.
I balled my hands into tight fists and rammed my knuckles back into their sides. They doubled over in pain and dropped the knife at my feet. I picked it up using my chance probly the only one I'd get and held the Tip to the guys throat.
He had silvery gray eyes and dark hair he could be my brother. And sadly he was.
"you fucking bastard"
I hissed at him
"why the fuck are you sneaking around trying to kill me?"
He just smiled and made to get away but I put an arm out
"ya know I aint a murderer but I might just become one."
I growled Taking the knife and slowly cutting a line down one side of his cheek. Normally I'm not cruel but this was my brother and he could be pretty bad when he wanted to. Especially if he had his gang behind him which I suspect he did. How else could he have gotten to Tulsa and back so fast?
I held the knife back at his throat when stupid idiot me I remembered what I forgot. In a very painfull way as my brothers hands shot out at me pushing me against the rust metal railing which not only cut my back up pretty damn good but also (just my luck) gave away.
I hit the ground and (lovely sight) just before the blackness eating away at my vision took over I saw my brother sneer at me and shout down
"we'll get you don't worry Veeta you'll be with mummy soon!"
The only thing I remember after that Is blissful black
(a/n
Meagan B: the torture ends he, he I hoped you like my dreadful cliché of a brother trying to kill his sister with absolutely no twist on it at all don't worry It gets better. (I hope)
