The tiny poem thing is from It Is Murder by Sylvia Chidi
Thanks MusicFlowsWihin and krys10 and the song is Bury Your Friends by My Chemical Romance
Chapter 14: Knives
I don't really know what I'm going to do when I leave the room. I know I want to make an impression, show them that they don't own me but other than that I'm stuck. I take my ipod, I know I want something to do with music, but I don't know what song, if any, will make a big enough impact. Tributes slowly trickle out of the waiting room until I'm the only one left. It's quite, to quiet. And that's when I know what I'm going to do.
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I come in and yell, loud and proud
"Santana Lopez!" They gesture for me to begin and I plug my ipod in
Well you can hide a lot about yourself, But honey, what're you gonna do? And you can sleep in a coffin, But the past ain't through with you.
'Cause we are all a bunch of liars. Tell me, baby, who do you wanna be? And we are all about to sell it, 'Cause it's tragic with a capital T. Let it be, Let it be, Let it be!
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends. And we all get together when we bury our friends. It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face. And you're walking away, and I will die in this place.
I don't look at them, I can tell they hate the song. I walk over to the knife rack, singing along.
Sometimes you scrape and sink so low, I'm shocked at what you're capable of. And if this is a coronation, I ain't feeling the love.
'Cause we are all a bunch of animals That never paid attention in school. So tell me all about your problems; I was killing before killing was cool. You're so cool, You're so cool, So cool!
I start throwing knives at the far wall, mapping out the shape I want. I see one of them stand up in an attempt to stop me but he's pulled down by two others. They all want to see what I'm going to do.
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends. And we all get together when we bury our friends. It's been nine bitter years since I've been seeing your face. And you're walking away, and I will die in this place.
I pick up more knives. It's lucky they have so many. So many weapons to spare so that children can kill each other. We're not exactly children anymore mind you.
You'll never take me alive. You'll never take me alive. Do what it takes to survive, 'Cause I'm still here. You'll never get me alive. You'll never take me alive. Do what it takes to survive, And I'm still here. You'll never take me alive. You'll never get me alive. Do what it takes to survive, And I'm still here. You'll never get me. You'll never take me. You'll never get me alive.
I grab red ink from the camouflage section; this is important.
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends. And we all get together when we bury our friends. It's been ten fucking years since I've been seeing Your face 'round here. And you're walking away, and I will drown in the fear
I step back and admire my masterpiece. They gasp behind me. I've drawn a broken heart and above it the words
You are taking away a life, It is clinging on to survive, Need I say anymore further, It is murder.
Everyone will die eventually.
I give them the finger before throwing my final knife through the pathetic not-so-invisible chink in the force field around them, landing it just above the head gamekeepers head on his 'I am so high and mighty' chair. Then I smirk and walk out, un-dismissed. Oh god forbid I was un-dismissed. Oh well, that should do it.
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"How'd it go?" Quinn asks me as I walk back into the hotel room "Did you throw knives?"
"Yes…" They all know there's something more to the story by the way I've said it. At least I think they do, you never really know with these people.
"The results come up in ten minutes so you need to tell us what you did before then." Rachel tells me
"I definitely threw knives…" I tell them
"What did you draw?" Brittany asks, why does she have to know me so well?
"I drew a broken heart."
"What did you write?" Alice smirks. Oh not her too. I tell them and the actions are mixed, a few look shocked and Blaine and Quinn look irritated.
"Well it could have been worse." She glares at me. I might as well tell her now, might save me too much of a lecture
"Don't hold your breath." I tell her
"What did you do?" Oh this is going to be fun.
"I gave them a finger and stormed out."
"YOU DID WHAT!" Quinn yells, furious "Why the hell would you do that?"
"Because she has a death wish." Blaine tells her
"She doesn't have much choice on that matter!" Mercedes defends me
"I guess this would be a bad time to mention I also threw a knife at the head Gamemaker…"
"What?" Quinn says as if she's misheard me. She hasn't, she's just getting her rant ready.
"Why?" Blaine asks
"Because he pisses me off." I shrug
"He pisses all of us off." Kurt tells me calmly "You can't try and kill him though."
"I wasn't trying to kill him though" I smile sweetly "If I was he'd be dead."
"She never misses" Brittany adds
"They don't know that though!" Quinn finally speaks "What happens if they give you like a zero huh?"
"Can they do that?" I ask
"I'm sure they'll make an exception! You're prospects of sponsors will be over!"
"I didn't have any in the last games, what difference will it make?"
"Because this time we can't just send you shit Santana! Everything must be paid for by sponsors!"
"This is exhausting." I tell her "Can I just go to bed?"
"No! You can't just use that as an excuse for everything!"
"You need to watch the results San" Alice tells me, Rosie nods from her place in my sister's lap
"Rosie y'know there's space on the sofa right?" I tease, trying to lighten the mood
"Yeah but that wouldn't be as comfy" Rosie says as if it's obvious, hugging more into Alice. I shrug and sit on Brittany in the same way. Quinn glares at me; I guess I didn't lighten her mood. The scores pop up and we all gasp.
I got a twelve. A freakin twelve.
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Was that any good for the training session?
But serioiusly HELP ME! I need ideas for the arena, something smart and with meaning like the clock in the original book, please I'm like begging here!
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