Back with a one-shot. So... Lucy wrote a hunger games AU and has been only killing my characters and their love interests. As punishment, I wrote Blossom's reaction to one of the deaths. Also, read her challenge "let the games begin." It's really good, even if it's awful. (I live it)- Mossy
The house had been emptier since he'd been chosen. The silence spoke volumes to Blossom because Cinder was gone. He'd been taken from her, offering her that arrogant, know-it-all grin he always had.
"I've been training for this, I'll come home to you."
She wanted him to come home, she wanted nothing more then for both of them to come home.
He'd promised he'd come back riding in a blaze of victory. But then Crystal will have to die. She felt so torn between her brother and her best friend- the girl she loved.
A choking sob escaped her as she thought of either of them dying. Cinder's good with a bow, he's smart.
He has to come home.
Her uncles were worried about her, constantly being glued to the TV. She had to watch though, and see how her brother was doing. They'd been born beside each other, and she'd watched him train. She'd always been there to cheer him on, right by him.
Now she wasn't there, there was no one to watch his back.
She kept hoping he would get a trident. Fishing was what their district was known for, and Cinder's aim was deadly. He could just as easily spear a tribute as he could a fish.
She hoped he would, she didn't want those other kids to die but she wanted he brother home. She felt like half of a whole without him, like a vital organ was missing. He was supposed to be making a sarcastic comment about her hair, or helping her weave nets. He should be with her.
It was early on the morning, and Blossom grabbed some buttered bread on the counter left out by her Uncle Kevin for her.
She sat down in front of her TV and turned it on. Everyone was talking about the games, and the recent deaths. They were going on about the "lovebirds of District 11."
She didn't care about that, she just wanted to see how Cinder and Crystal were doing. The cameras hadn't mentioned it, but Blossom knew how to read her brother. He obviously had grown to care for that blonde tribute, Aquilo. She could read it in the ways his eyes would linger on him or the tender stares they would give each other. She just wished Cinder could have met someone at home, and be happy.
She knew their little romance was doomed from the start, and didn't want Cinder to be in the position of betraying someone he obviously felt very deeply about.
She didn't want him to be in the position of betraying Crystal.
Please bring him back, bring them back.
Finally the camera showed the highlights of the capital favorite, Mai. She was a hit, being the cold-blooded killer the capital loved in their victors.
Blossom prayed that someone got her soon.
Then they showed it, her holding her axe over afamiliar blonde haired boy. Cinder loves him. She pleaded that her brother didn't do anything stupid, that he was far away from this scene. She didn't want him to have to watch the inevitable.
She taunted him, tracing her axe over his muscles. Blossom noted that he did have nice muscles and wanted to laugh about Cinder staring at them.
Cinder wasn't here to tease.
She could feel it in the air, this boy was about to die. It would break her brother, she knew. You'll have to be here for him when he comes home.
The death was bloody and brutal and Blossom hated watching it. She was just happy Cinder didn't have to see it. She got up to get a drink when the announcer mentioned about how Cinder had rushed out after watching the death of his "close friend." Blossom scoffed at that, but then froze when she saw the screen.
It was a close up of Cinder's face, and he looked so shattered. His eyes met the camera and she almost felt like he was staring at her. "Cinder," she breathed.
Then there was a twack as something hit his head and she watched as he crumpled to the ground, blood coming down the side side of his face. Of course, the producers got a close up shot of the whole thing. It was all so fast, too fast.
She sat back down on the couch, unsure of what had happened.
It took two seconds- less than two seconds for the thing she'd held most dear to be ripped away from her. Blossom sat still, trying to comprehend what had happened. She stared at the screen, waiting for Cinder to get up and kill those heffers. He didn't.
That's when she started to scream.
He was dead, the announcer said so. Blossom couldn't believe it, she wouldn't believe it. Her brother couldn't be dead. He'd been training, he was strong. He was better than this. Blossom couldn't breathe, and the room was closing in on her. Her throat was swollen with emotion and
she couldn't take a breath. She had fallen over on the floor, when had that happened?
She felt the hot sticky tears going down her face. It was wrong for her to be so warm because her brother was cold and dead. Her cousin came and grabbed her and she heard a voice through what felt like a haze, "What happened Blossom?"
"Cinder, he's… he's…" she broke and started sobbing. She couldn't say it, because to say the truth would break her. It can't be true.
But as she looked at the screen, where they did a replay of the kill she could see every horrific detail, how his head just caved under the rock.
He wasn't coming back from that.
Her brother was gone.
Blossom stood up and collapsed again, not wanting to face reality. Eventually, she calmed down and just felt numb. Dinner that night tasted like nothing and she barely ate. She didn't want to move, or breathe, or do anything.
Not when Cinder wasn't there to do it with her.