A/N: This wonderful chapter is dedicated to the creator of Topaz, Krussedull thanks for district threes female tribute! (: Review!
Red wire connects to blue which connects to convertor which sends magnetic force through transmission into green wire…
Topaz's golden mercury colored eyes concentrated on the device in front of her under the dim light of a UV lamp. Her untamed dark brown hair frizzed behind the wielding mask she had strapped onto her. Her eyes followed the blue hazy lights behind the mask.
Topaz is making a device, no a machine! So pretty! Every piece fits together in perfect harmony like the human body is said too…
"Topaz, Topa? Come on little warrior, enfant doux, come now, you've been working all day." Topaz looked up from her torch to find her grandfather leaning against the door frame, the worry in his eyes shining through.
"Vous devriez etre dans le lit! You're sick grandpa!" Topaz matched her grandfather clear French with her own. He shook his head and laughed holding his hand out to her.
"Let's go bake a batch of cookies Topa, and I can tell you more about the first car," Topaz's eyes filled with love and wonder, and she joyfully grabbed his hand, skipping down the hall beside him.
Topaz's mother was stoned to death by peacekeepers, not the normal way of execution, but it took place, none the less. Her father committed suicide, and her grandmother passed away two previous years ago when Topaz was only thirteen. Topaz's grandfather was sick now, and Topa went into blind rage just thinking about losing him. If she was ever reaped, she would win the hunger games, to pay the best doctors to save him, not the crappy district three doctors.
So the night before the reaping Topaz sat on a stool across from her grandfather, tearing off bites of mouth watering sugar cookies and popping them in her mouth as her grandfather spoke of ancient times, well ancient to her. It was one of those rare moments where Topaz was herself again, but she changed back in the morning, like always. She became insane.
In the morning (the reaping)
Topaz Clearwater walked to the town center where the reaping would take place, her face and body covered in grease, and her carpenter paints covered in, well she wasn't quite sure, not that anyone cared though. She had on one of her mother's old shirts, it smelled of lilies, and she took big whiffs of it whenever she felt like she would explode. Everyone in the fifteen section made plenty of room for her, and no one, not one soul dare speak to her directly, aside from whispering to their friends, "freak."
Just they way Topaz loved it.
She zoned out, the possibility of new devices running through her mind, Her name being called brought her back.
"Topaz Clearwater?" the lady found her eyes.
"She's stupid!"
"She'll never make it past training!"
"She's insane!"
"Freak! Freak! Freak!" from all around kids tormented her, but she could care the least, why was it she was called again? Oh yes, she was reaped. Topaz walked forward, almost skipping, almost like a little kid, an insane smile grazing her lips.
Another girl raced past Topaz.
"This is ridiculous! Look at her! You think she could win the hunger games and bring eternal glory? Her own father shot himself like the idiot he was, and her mother was insane, a traitor to our district, just like her." Snap! Topaz lost it.
She raced forward teeth clenched, grabbing the girl painfully by her long blonde hair and smashing her face to the floor repeatedly. Blood surrounded her. She just kept beating her, smashing her with her fists, kicking her. Screaming bloody murder like a crazed lunatic, because she just was.
All eyes were on Topaz, shocked.
"Anymore objections?" the lady squeaked. Everyone was silent as they dragged away the now dead girl's body.
A/N: so what about Topaz? Think she can take on the careers? Think she can win? REVIEW! (: