A/N: Right, so here's the next chapter. I want to reach at least one review, and if anyone does, I'll give them a shout out or make them a tribute or something. Anyway, back to the story.
As always I don't own the Hunger Games, only my OC's
Jacob was numb. He wasn't sure if it was a comfortable numb, or a saddened numb. The part of him that was comfortably numb was the same part that wanted revenge for Matt's death. He vowed right then, in the justice building where they were holding Mariam and him, that he would kill anyone he saw from District 4 on site, or die trying. The dilemma he faced was that the person who killed Matt, a girl named Slash, ended up winning. So even if he won, he would be tormented by Matt's death every year, when all the mentors/former victors meet. "I don't care if I win or I lose, just as long as I kill someone from District 4."
Then the guards opened the doors. His siblings entered. Jacob had lost his parents in a fire 6 years ago, when he first became eligible for the tesserae. At that moment, Jacob, the oldest male of 5 kids, became the father figure. Fortunately for the children, age 12 is the youngest age one can become a lumberjack in District 7 (A/N: I have no idea on the legitimacy of this claim.) Due to his large size and relative strength, Jacob was good at lumberjacking. He used his money from the job to support his family. Matt also helped, as he was a carpenter, which was a bit ironic, as Jacob's last name WAS Carpenter, using his trade to build furniture and home repair for the siblings.
"Jacob, do you have to go?" his youngest brother, Micheal asked. Michael had only been1 when their parents died."
"Yes. If I don't then the Capitol won't be happy. Besides, I have to avenge Matt," Jacob replied, knowing full well the consquences of abandoning the Hunger Games. "I have to go to make sure you guys don't have to." The little family had a quick group hug and was then escorted out.
Jacob walked over to the mirror and was reminded of his earlier thoughts before his siblings came in. "Mirror, mirror, I confess, I can't escape this emptiness," he said, talking to the mirror. The mirror of course said nothing. "Great, now I'm talking to inanimate objects, I think I'm going insane." Like insanity's a BAD thing? Jacob could just picture Matt saying that, which he in fact had said, several times. Matt had frequently pointed out that insanity was such a bad thing and that everyone is a little insane
*Flashback*
"TORRES YOU ARE INSANE, GET OUT OF MY STORE. YOU TOO JONES," the old shopkeeper yelled. Jacob was sitting outside of the shop, aptly labeled Wood Goods. It was run by a cranky old man named Sam Sanchez. Matt often enjoyed causing trouble there with Diego Jones, a friend of Jacob and Matt's.
Today, Matt and Diego had decided to annoy Mr. Sanchez by slowly creeping into the store, borrowing some wooden letters that Mr. Sanchez had made, and asking him if they could use them to make a sign for the store. Mr. Sanchez agreed, but quickly saw the error of his ways. The sign that Matt and Diego had made read "Wood Goods: For all your woody goody needs." Sanchez quickly followed this up by screaming at the boys and throwing them out.
"Jeez Matt, what did you do? Wait, don't tell me, I don't even want to know."
"It was nothing. Diego and I just made a sing for old Sammy. Nothing too bad."
"Nothing too bad? He called you insane then kicked you and Diego out of his store again."
"Hey, you say this like insanity's a BAD thing. I fully admit to being insane. Everyone is. The ones you gotta watch out for are the ones who claim to be perfectly sane. Those are the ones who are so far gone they don't know it and are suffering " With that, Matt walked down the road to his own shop.
*End Flashback*
These words brought some comfort. They reminded Jacob not to lose his head in the arena, and to watch his back at all times. Maybe, just maybe he would live then.
A/N: How did you guys like it? Anyone who can guess both song references I've hidden in here gets 3 cookies (::) (::) (::).
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