A/N: Welp, what'd you think of the first chapter? I thought it was pretty bad. Anywayyy I checked how many views my other story (ITTW) had…turns out I'd hit 9.5k. OH MY GOSH NINE THOUSAND HITS. WHAT IS AIR I AM DYING. Thank you guys SO SO SO MUCH FOR THAT! That's like my school (500 or so people) multiplied by like, 19. What is life. OMG I am in shock, even still. I'm sitting in school right now, and I'm bored, so I thought I'd write chapter two. So here it is. Don't forget to comment! Thank you guys! :D
*****I HEREBY DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO um, how about IM5? I dunno, I think their music is pretty good. Give them a listen if you want *****
XOXO,
Carmen
Arie's P.O.V.
I slowly turn on my heel. His eyes rake up and down my body, as if deciding how to handle this. I gulp, remembering that 'stealing is punishable by death.' But until now, I'd never bothered to abide by that rule. Or even pay any mind to it.
I didn't think I'd be dying at age seventeen, but then again I didn't think I'd experience the Hunger Games at age seventeen either.
The things life throws at you…
My eyes are the only thing not exposed on my body. My hands are gloved, my face enclosed in a ski mask. My brown eyes peeked through, narrowing at him.
"Who are you and what are you doing?" he asked me.
All he heard was silence. I wasn't going to give him any straight answers.
He sighed. "Fine. Play that game. I don't care. I can always report you…"
My eyes widened in fear and I shook my head violently.
He smirked and met my eyes. "Then tell me who you are," he said softly.
I stood in stony silence for a moment, then my better half won over and I pulled off my mask.
Against my better judgment, I stuck out my hand and said, "Hi. I'm Aralynn Fisher."
Thaddeus's P.O.V.
I arose in the dead of night to the sound of rustling downstairs. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I threw on a robe and padded downstairs to find a figure trying to make out with the contents of our safe *for those of you who aren't sure what I'm saying here, I mean make out as in get away with, not kiss. XOXO* I cleared my throat to let them know I'd caught them dead in the act.
The person stopped and contemplated whether or not to turn and face me, or make a run for it. I crossed my arms over my chest and tapped my foot impatiently while I waited for their decision.
They sighed and slowly turned to face me. The only sight I was met with was brown eyes. Everything else was clothed head to toe in ink black. It was obviously a girl, just from…the tightness of the clothing. Hey, not hard to figure out.
I take a shot with this. "Who are you and what are you doing?" I was met with silence.
"Fine, play that game. I don't care. I can always report you…"
Her eyes widened and she shook her head harshly back and forth.
I smirked and looked dead into her eyes.
"Then tell me who you are," I said gently.
She sighed, thought for a moment, and slowly pulled off her mask.
She held out her petite hand and greeted me.
"Hi, I'm Aralynn Fisher."
Well, I knew who that was.
75th Hunger Games winner. I didn't know that she had this as her...erm…hobby.
I eyed the bag in her free hand and she saw where my gaze was heading. She exhaled heavily and handed it over sullenly as I let go of her hand to take it.
Her dark hair fell in strands over her chocolaty eyes.
She looked up at my full height of 6'2 and asked me, "So, are you going to tell me your name so I know who to curse from now on?" with a wry smile.
I looked down at her and said, "Thaddeus. Thaddeus Fletcher."
She pursed her lips in concentration, as if figuring something in her mind.
"Interesting…"
I looked at her questionably. "How so?"
"Just….memories." The shadows on her face deepened with the burden of her past.
"Look, you should go. It's almost two. I won't say anything for now, but if it happens again, I'll be sure to report you."
She turned to leave. "Oh Aralynn?" I called. She turned halfway. "Yeah?" "I'll see you soon."
I turned to go. "Thaddeus?" I heard her voice behind me.
"Call me Arie."
Then she was gone.
A/N: SOOOO second chapter. Any good? It was a challenging piece, but it was fun to write it's 4pm here right now, where is it where you guys are?
XOXO,
Carmen