Darius: Peace
I am a Peacekeeper. The very name suggests peace and the last several years that I've been working in District 12 that is what we had. It might have been a bit rocky at times but things were more or less stable. Then the Games that changed everything happened. Having one of your tributes win should mean a good year but I can see that didn't last long. This new Peacekeeper does not have peace on his mind that's for sure. Gale Hawthorne hangs by his bound wrists barely conscious as blood flows freely down his ripped and torn back. The single rabbit hangs above him as a reminder as to why he's being punished.
Anger boils inside of me because I know that Gale is responsible for keeping his family fed. Sure hunting is illegal but I'd rather they hunt discreetly than starve to death. The sickening sound of the whip coming down once again on skin wet with blood snaps something in me. This man does not belong in District 12, he does not understand it.
"Stop! You're going to kill him!" I shout.
I step forward intending to grab the whip because something has to be done. Romulus Thread just sneers at me and I swear I see a faint smile before the handle of the whip is connecting with my head. I only feel a brief flash of pain before there's blackness.
o.0.o
The pain in my mouth is still excruciating even though it's been weeks since the mutilation. I struggle to swallow the excess saliva that pools in my mouth and grimace against the pain. The redheaded girl gives me a look of sympathy but doesn't say anything. She can't; she is also an Avox. The girl has been an Avox for awhile I can tell by the deadness in her eyes. I suppose I should be grateful that I've been given a post above ground. As far as Avox jobs go Tribute server is pretty decent. I should be grateful but I'm not. It's hard to be grateful when I'm still experiencing phantom pain in a tongue that is no longer there. When the tributes walk in with their mentor, stylists and escort I know that I have nothing to be grateful for.
Katniss Everdeen's eyes widen in surprise and I see the pain in their depths before she looks away. I am not here out of lenience. I am here to further torment the girl on fire.
o.0.o
I notice that she barely eats despite the decadence of food in front of her, not that I can blame her. I see the dish of peas tip and I understand what she's doing – I'm there instantly, obediently. She kneels to help pick them up before Effie Trinket reprimands her. She never looks at me but her hand brushes mine quite purposefully and I understand the message. She is sorry not that I blame her for any of this. I let my fingers squeeze gently for a moment trying to convey my own message.
'Destroy the whole bloody Capitol.'
The time for peace is over.