Chapter Three
"We've got to fight although we have to cry.
We have to hold up the blood-stained banner.
We have to hold it up until we die."
- The Freedom Singers
They had arrived thirty minutes ago, but for some reason, the guards weren't letting them out of the car. Jazmine was staring out of the window on her side, just like Huey stared out of the one on his. They couldn't see much. Just the backs of the guards and the feet of fellow elects, including a small pair of glittery Mary Janes.
They both sat back, looking away. Neither could stand to look at the tiny Makayla English being escorted into the arena with her partner Vince Steadman, who seemed to be shielding the girl's face from onlookers by covering her with his jacket.
"About what I said a couple nights ago." Huey glanced over at her. "I-"
"I'm not mad, Huey." She was looking for the little girl. He didn't have to turn his head at to know that she was peering out of the window again. "I understand why you did it. The stakes are different now."
He nodded and eased his head back onto the seat before slowly turning to her. "You need to relax and get off of that window."
"Why?" She snorted. "I'm not allowed to look?"
"You're giving off the perception that you're stressed, and we don't want that." Huey kept his voice as quiet as possible. "Lean back and keep your head down."
When she didn't move, his voice got lower.
"Do what I tell you, Jazmine. Trust me. Unless you're planning to die immediately, you need to do exactly as I say."
She didn't answer him, but she did lean back like he did, relaxing into her seat.
"I'm not going to do whatever you say." She grumbled stubbornly. "You're not always right."
"Suit yourself." He shrugged, easing out of the car door as soon as it opened. He grabbed her hand and tugged it, ignoring the large crowd of reporters surrounding their car. The media ambushed them instantly, flashing cameras in their faces.
"Mr. Freeman, is it true that you are a domestic terrorist that hates Americans? Do you have a statement for us regarding former president elect, Barack Obama, and his condemnation of your actions?"
"Ms. Dubois, can you tell us more about your father choosing to defend The Rebels, who singlehandedly drove the country into ruin when The Games started? How does he feel knowing that your values are no longer in alignment with his own as a proud elect for Maryland in the games?"
"Mr. Freeman, any comment on the footage from your outburst that was released on the morning news? I to avenge the death of George Bland in the 4th Hunger Games? Are you planning to, in your words, carve up a white boy like a holiday ham?"
"Ms. Dubois, how does it feel to be bestowed with this great honor to serve your fellow man? Especially given your own personal connection with Ed Wuncler Sr, father of the President of the United States. He gave you the opportunity to open up a lemonade business at only ten years old, and now, you are able to put your life on the line in order to pursue the vision of his grandson's."
Rollo Goodlove came out just in time. "None of the elects can provide statements at this time. We ask that all media outlets exit the premises immediately. Thank you."
Huey was relieved to note that Jazmine's face was neutral. One of the few benefits of having Tom as a father was that he allowed her to tag along to several high profile cases. She was well versed in smear campaign tactics and was rarely phased by things like this.
Unlike him.
His jaw was clenched. His fists were tight. It was difficult for him not to turn around and cuss out the entire world for allowing this to take place.
It wasn't just the reporters. It was how their president was unleashing his anger onto innocent children. How he was attacking the demographic that he was supposed to protect. And that wasn't all of it. Not by a long shot.
The largest stadium in the United States, "The Big House" had cost about 226 million to renovate back in 2010. When Ed Wuncler Sr. had come to survey the grounds, he had pitched the idea of a state-of-the-art expansion to the Michigan State Stadium, cancelling all football games located there in order to accelerate the renovation schedule.
The arena had an 8-mile-wide diameter with several different terrains. Candidates never knew what to expect when they went inside, but typically, they had lakes, rivers, large fields, caves, and even mountains. The first game even had a volcano erupt when the elects refused to fight, killing ten of them almost instantly and injuring ten more.
Top experts in graphic design and information technology had come together to add all sorts of enhancements to the stadium, including cloud seeding missions, inspired by the artificial precipitation in Dubai.
They were able to generate storms, develop crops, and make groundbreaking medicinal advancements in the name of providing fans with the best show possible. The arena also included a colosseum, where people could gather to watch the games from afar. There was even a training room, where he spotted one of the elects, Ming Lee, leaping past tall robotic figures in some sort of simulated training.
The girl slammed into a large silver dummy, decapitating it as it began to break down. She jumped on top of it; then she clung tightly to the netting on the ceiling, just in time for a miniature explosion to blast through the rooms, causing Huey, Jazmine, and Rollo to hop backwards and stare in awe. When the smoke cleared to reveal a smirking Ming Lee, holding two sharpened tridents in her hand, she made it a point to lift one and position it directly towards Huey's head.
"Ni Xian." She mouthed through the glass.
Jazmine's voice was full of a concern that she wasn't showing. "Did she just say, 'you first'?"
Huey was surprised that she knew more than one language. His lips curled upward. "You pay attention."
"Of course." Jazmine said smoothly. "You're the one who never does."
"Aye, I like her!" Rollo snorted, a deep laugh emerging from the pit of his belly. "Her ass is a trip! You ain't locked that down yet?"
Huey just shook his head. One of the elects had threatened his life, and they wanted to talk about romance. Leave it to someone working for the Black Entertainment Television Network to be so stupid. Nothing good came out of the relationships that were formed in this place. It would leave both of them in distress for years to come. Even the actual movie had made that much clear. It was a dumb idea. One that would get them both killed.
"Come on here." Rollo motioned to a beautiful ballroom filled with food and lavish decorations. "Get to know the competition. Mingle. It'll give you two an advantage."
They walked into the crowded room. It was surreal. The pink and gold ballroom was elegant. It contained large amounts of food, and the décor was perfectly placed. Looking at it, you wouldn't think that their country was experiencing so much peril.
He glanced over at his friend, who was distracted by someone. Sure enough, before he could stop her, Jazmine bumped directly into Vince and Makayla, causing the room to erupt into laughter. They acted as if they had fallen in love at first sight. The two teenagers laughed awkwardly and then turned away from one another, blushing. Huey shook his head.
He'd called it.
"I'm sorry." Jazmine looked down at Makayla, who seemed enamored with her, and then allowed her eyes to trail up to Vince, lifting her head further up to see his face. "I'm-"
"Jazmine." Vince nodded, smoothly gliding his hands into hers. "You're the girl that walked up like a straight boss." He motioned towards the rest of the elects in the room, watching them with curious eyes. "Everybody knows who you are."
Jazmine blushed even harder. "Um, thanks. What's your name?"
"Vince." Huey stood beside her, cutting off the boy before he could even respond. Vince's friendly demeanor disappeared instantly. Even Makayla seemed to pick up on it. She scooted back and shyly hid behind Jazmine's leg. "He's from Chicago. Probably one of the most popular people outside of Tasha and Kevin."
"Aw, that's what's up." Vince looked Huey up and down suspiciously. He shuffled closer to him. "Anything for a fan."
"Whatever." Huey rolled his eyes. "I was just answering her question."
"Sounds like a little more than that to me." Vince narrowed his eyes at Huey. He seemed to tower over him until he glanced over at Jazmine, who was torn between stepping in or staying under the radar like Huey had told her earlier. It was clear that he didn't want her to see the worst in him. He backed away. "I get it. I'm not even on that. You're just trying to protect yours, bruh. We good."
Jazmine and Makayla both seemed to relax, but Huey didn't miss the undercurrent lining his words. He had correctly pegged Vince as the jealous type. Jazmine had made in ally in him, but in doing so, she had put a target on his back.
Sadly, he wouldn't be the only one making enemies tonight.
"That's mine!" Tasha shrieked at Ming. She stomped her feet and looked over at the other elects, checking to make sure everybody who was anybody paid close attention to the exchange.
Ming yawned and held out the small piece of jewelry that Tasha was yelling about. Her face was filled with disgust. She coughed loudly into her fist, spitting on the girl's jewelry and then forcing it into the girl's palm.
Tasha screeched. The necklace was now covered in a blob of phlegm. Everybody stared at them, curious as to what the Tasha would do now.
"There." Ming's voice was airy and light, but nobody could miss the threat hanging in the room. She had officially established herself as the frontrunner, and Tasha couldn't even come close to dominating her. She was the head bitch in charge here. "Not really my thing. Maybe you can use it for something. Shine the cheap thing up."
"Bitch, don't play with me!" Tasha stepped forward with her boyfriend Kevin in tow. Hiro wasn't far behind Ming, rushing to stand right by her side. "You've been on my cookies since we pulled up. You got something to say, ugly hoe? Say it!"
"I'll let my skills do the talking, thank you." Ming smiled pleasantly. "You'll see."
Ming walked towards the exits but not before bulldozing past Jazmine, who stumbled, almost hitting the ground, the moment they made contact. "After you."
Jazmine stared after her, blinking slowly. The realization was beginning to set in for her. The next few weeks would be rough.
"Jazmine!" Makayla run up to her, inspecting the girl's knees before Huey could even bother. "Are you okay?"
Huey looked over at them. Jazmine managed to plaster a glowing smile the girl's way. "Of course I am, sweet girl! Where's Vince? Let's get you back to him before he gets worried."
Two more people blocked their path.
"I'm surprised Chicago's sellout isn't taking the baby back." Cairo stood tall and arrogant in front of Jazmine. Huey stepped right between them, his body tense. He had been trying not to hurt someone before the games, but he would happily whoop Cairo's ass if that's what he wanted. "You know how much he loves to use people for the spotlight."
"Whatever." Huey turned away from him and walked with Jazmine and Makayla back towards the center of the floor where Vince was standing. Jennifer, Cairo's partner, somersaulted over them and broke into stance. Huey and Jazmine immediately put Makayla between them. Their backs were turned to each other.
"Yeah, whatever!" Cairo obviously wanted everybody to hear. "I'm from Chicago just like you, nigga! You've always been a fake and a phony! We know about you using George for attention! And we don't fuck with it!"
Bam!
Before anything else could happen, Jazmine had flung Jennifer back to her spot beside Cairo with ease. The girl landed ass first.
Everybody's jaw dropped, including Huey's. He hadn't even known she could do anything like that. She didn't even seem like she'd been trying. She lunged at the girl, glowering at her.
He'd obviously underestimated her just as much as poor Jennifer had.
She pulled the little girl along and walked her over to Vince, who smiled gratefully. Then, she kept walking, nodding her head back at another girl, a little younger than them. She was standing with a dread head , who Huey recognized as Michael Caesar.
He realized that Isis' hair was out, likely because Muslims were even more heavily scrutinized in today's society than they had been in 2001. He couldn't wear her normal headwrap from her photos in this competition, even if it was just a normal style for her. The girl had cut off her long hair. Small curls sat atop her head instead. She rocked an extremely low cut. They nodded their heads in silent agreement.
Maybe Sarah had been right. Jazmine was good at making friends.
A blonde girl yanked Jazmine against her, holding a knife right up to her throat and thinly starting to slice at her skin until it bled. Jazmine screamed out immediately. Huey was in the same predicament, being held by Grits, Cindy McPhearson's counterpart.
"Gotcha ass, bitch!" The girl chuckled. "You gone be real fun to kill! You ain't down for the cause like me and Grits! You'll probably beg for us to kill yo' ass by the time we get done witcha."
"It's sure gonna be something." Grits chuckled. He seemed excited by all of the chaos that was taking place. "I can't wait to see how Huey N. Wannabe Newton is gonna react to seeing this bitch die right before we kill his woke ass."
Huey thrashed against him wildly. His arms were in pain from struggling so hard. He tried to elbow the boy's pressure points as hard as he could, but he wasn't budging. It was odd. It was almost as if his nervous system wasn't able to process actual pain. That would have knocked even the most experienced master of taekwondo out. There was no way it shouldn't have worked with this country bumpkin.
"That ain't gone work, boy." Grits laughed when Huey fought again him harder. "Ohhhh look!" He pointed at Cindy whispering to something in Jazmine's ear, the blood trickling from the shallow cut she'd created on her throat.
The room gasped when Jazmine suddenly broke free . Huey had managed to escape as well, making sure to slam his fists against the side of Grit's face until his skin broke. He rushed over toward the girls just in time to see Jazmine slam the girl against the wall with punishing force. She lifted the knife and gently pulled it against the girl's skin. She dragged the blade slowly, staring at Cindy with an intense glare of her own until the girl had a matching cut on her neck.
"Bitch." Jazmine gazed at her with fiery eyes. "Don't ever say some shit like that to me again. You think that I'll fuck you up defending myself? Then know this. I really don't play when it comes to him. Watch yourself, wigga."
They all jerked back at Jazmine's harsh delivery. In the time that it took for them to absorb what she'd said, the pissed teenager was already out the door. "Let's go, Huey!"
Huey stood there, dumbfounded.
"I said let's go!"
"That's a real one you got with ya, boy. Better lock her down before it's too late." Rollo chuckled, shaking his head. "Ya'll's mentor is out there anyway. Might as well introduce ya so you don't look like you're being bossed around by your little girlfriend."
"She's not-" Huey sighed. It's not like it mattered now. "Just tell me where to go."
They had already lost the element of surprise anyway. It was best to go ahead and meet their guide. His first plan was already shot to hell. But on the bright side, Jazmine's actions had added another day to her life expectancy, based on his projections.
"Huey!"
If he didn't end up killing her first.
"A golf cart." Huey deadpanned. "You all spent 136 billion on this stadium and there's no fancy transportation for us like in the movie?"
"Hell no! Shit, it's still BET!" Rollo shook his head, glancing around. "The people spend good money to come out here and see a show. You all can get to and from the housing we have set up nearby with these carts just fine."
He got out, wobbling over to a small duplex like building nearby. "There got some nice rooms for the two of you. They're adjoined. You two can talk to one another over the next few weeks if you need to. Bushido has a room at the front too, just in case ya'll need him."
"So we're sharing a room?" Jazmine looked so uncomfortable. She was acting like they hadn't slept in the same room just a couple of years ago. When things had taken a turn for the worst. Then again, things were different now. "I thought.."
"Not sharing. There's still a door separating you two. You have your own space." Rollo nodded. "It's just so you two can help each other in case something pops off before the games. It happened the first year, and we don't want it happening again."
They all stopped and shuddered when they remembered the meltdown that one elect had on Year One. He had drugged one of the security guards and gone on a shooting spree, effectively killing all 24 elects for that year. They'd ended up drafting the next of kin to represent the children that had been murdered, spearheading the movement for the Rebels to end the games.
"Wellll." A man slurred from behind them. "Look at these walking hairy tombstonessss."
Jazmine scrunched her nose in disgust. "You're drunk."
"Actually, I'm Bushido Brown." The man stumbled over to Huey, who was staring blankly. "You two will have to call me Shido'."
"Shido." Jazmine nodded, smiling. "Should we go inside?"
The man fell onto the ground and burst out laughing. All of them turned to stare at him. He didn't even seem to care. He rolled back and forth, mocking Jazmine's polite tone perfectly. "Shido, should we go inside?" He made an exaggerated puppy dog face and laughed some more as he batted his eyes. "They must really hate your parents. Let me guess. Your daddy is a competitor of Wuncler's." He shook his head. "Nopeee, not that. Let me try again."
Huey snorted.
"Your daddy is a defense attorney." He struggled to snap his fingers and became fixated on getting it right. He slowly moved his fingers until you could hear the sound of them rubbing together. Not quite a snap. But effective enough to return to his assessment. "Youuuuuu are his pride and joy. Anddddd whoever he represented threatened the good white mannnnn."
Jazmine looked down, and Huey didn't bother stepping in to save her. He'd tried to warn her. Maybe she'd understand better if it came from someone else.
The man didn't even look like himself now. His afro was disheveled. Flattened on one side and bushy on the other. His clothes were tattered, and while he didn't look like he was starving, he didn't look healthy either. There was a long scar in the center of his chest, trailing downward, likely well past the exposed skin contained by his button-down shirt. He had wrinkles on his face, and it seemed that he had aged rapidly since Huey had last seen him five years ago.
Eventually, Bushido got up, and when he did, Huey dragged him towards the door that Rollo Goodlove had been awkwardly holding open for several minutes. Bushido slapped the man's belly when Huey released him, laughing loudly to himself at Rollo holding his stomach in place while Huey plopped down onto the couch. "So jiggly." He remarked, before slapping it and laughing again.
"So." Jazmine asked pointedly. Her eyes were full of concern. "What do we do?"
"We?" Bushido Brown threw his head back and rolled again. He laughing so hard the spit was flying out of his mouth. "You'd better come to terms with dying. That's what you need to do."
"What?" Jazmine glanced at him. "You can't be serious, Shido. The drunk act isn't helping! Geez! Could you be any less useful?"
The man cut his eyes at Jazmine before grabbing something out of his pockets. More alcohol. "There's no use in trying. Especially when it comes to you." His voice was bitter. "You'll die. Just like they all did. Just like Kurota did."
Huey's eyes widened.
No wonder Bushido looked like a shell of his former self. His son had entered the games and technically won the 1st year after his eldest daughter had been murdered in the 1st Annual Hunger Game Massacre. They had redone it, erasing the footage from the archives. Even though Kami had come out alive, he had been one of the major advocates for ending the games permanently, signing his ticket to an early grave.
He was the only candidate that had been active with the press. It had been an effective weapon for the Rebels, garnering them with a lot of support. Unfortunately for Kami, there had been dire consequences for his actions. Months later, he was pronounced dead. His autopsy results were inconclusive, but the toxicology report listed a host of substances in the young man's system. Nobody could say for sure what had happened to him.
In an attempt to save his wife and youngest son, he publicly denounced his eldest. The Hunger Games had agreed to spare the life of he and his remaining family members, on the condition that Bushido Brown never saw or spoke to them again. It had been almost three years since he had seen or heard from his family. They'd been moved to a safe location in Africa where they'd been granted sanction from the US Government so long as he agreed to help each elect they placed for the games.
It was sad for him. But unfortunately, he didn't have time to be too sympathetic. They needed help, and Huey was tired of waiting for their mentor to step up. It was time to get ready to win.
He leapt up from the couch and aimed his left leg right for Bushido's face. He thought of George, Riley, Jazmine, and Makayla. He remembered how Ruckus had laughed when Granddad begged him to consider ending all of this years ago. How he'd told Jazmine that what he was doing with Ed was corrupt and evil. How Ruckus had stood by with that smug, arrogant expression when the guards came and beat them with batons for opposing Wuncler law years later. He thought of twenty classmates that had been executed in the first year for excercising what had been their freedom of speech.
And the more that he thought about it, the easier it was to pound his fists into Bushido, who only laughed, refusing to fight back.
Huey grabbed a lamp from the table. "Whoa!" He heard Jazmine and Rollo run towards them. No doubt to break it up.
"Alright, now Huey. That's enough." Rev. Goodlove was somewhere in the background, begging him to stop. Instead, he brought it crashing down, whacking the base of Bushido's spine with it until the man smoothly extended his right leg and pushed it into Huey's chest. He slammed against the wall, astounded.
"Get that weak shit outta here!" Bushido's eyes narrowed. "You aren't all that. Neither of you are."
Huey relaxed a little when he noticed that the man had more pep in his step. He took another swig of his drink and then crashed down onto the couch beside them.
"You two are confused about how winning works?" Bushido snorted. He loudly gulped down the remainder of the bottle and sent it clattering to the floor next to Huey's foot. " It's the one thing that hasn't deviated from the movie."
When they didn't say anything, he flipped into the center of the room. Even drunk, his power couldn't be denied. His motions seemed to suspend in midair. They couldn't take their eyes off him.
"Your social game." He paced in front of them. "People have to like you. They have to be willing to root for you."
"Thank you!" Rollo cut in. "That's what I've been trying to tell em!"
"You're not strong." He pointed at Jazmine, shrugging when she narrowed her eyes. "You're not. But you are likeable. . They love entertainment. And you are entertaining to watch. So take advantage. Especially around the sponsors." He narrowed his eyes and then looked between her and Huey. "When the interview portion begins, play up the angst and the charisma. You've got it naturally."
"Definitely a star. I've been saying that!"
"You...are not likeable." His finger sent Huey gliding back towards Rollo on impact. Huey leapt up, hopping over the couch and a trembling Rollo Goodlove. He returned the man's impressed gaze with a confident smirk. "But you are strong. Quick on your feet. And that strategy will be needed when you all get out there and fight to the death."
"Sho ain't likeable! Nobody likes an uppity ass negro."
"But if we put you two together…." Bushido continued "You may be able to decide who goes home for yourselves. You're a team. Star crossed lovers. Big brother and little sister."
The man smirked at the way the teens suddenly glance at the floor. " And since the latter is taken by Vince…"
"Maybe they'll listen to you. Sho ain't listened to me. Fighting in the ballroom."
This was what he'd been afraid of. He hoped Bushido wouldn't say it. He really didn't feel like dealing with this tonight.
He motioned towards Huey. "Well, you know what you have to do. You've been thinking of doing it too, haven't you?"
"What is he talking about?" Jazmine furrowed her brow. "You want us to be this generation's Romeo and Juliet?"
"Yep." Bushido nodded. "Just like in the movies. Just think about it, okay?"
He got up and stretched. Then, the man stepped into a large room at the front of the small building that they were in. Rollo had gone home. They could hear his go-cart pulling away. It was just him and Jazmine now.
Before Huey could say anything, she gestured towards the room behind them. "I'm gonna go shower."
He nodded, going to do the same. Once he was finished, he threw on some sweats and flopped down onto the bed. It had been a long time since he'd felt good air conditioning, and he planned on enjoying it for a few minutes until he was able to drift off to sleep.
He heard a slight tapping at the adjoined door that led to Jazmine's room.
"You okay?" Huey got up and stared at the door. He hoped she didn't want to cry again. Now really wasn't a good time. "About what he said…"
"Can we talk?" Jazmine cut him off. "I think that Shido' is right."
He flung the door open before she could continue. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm saying that people love a good story." Jazmine shrugged. "It'll endear you to the people watching. Defending someone like me, even if I don't last long will show the world that you're caring, especially in an environment where actions speak louder than words."
He stared at her quietly, in deep thought. It wasn't like they were wrong. It had been the first plan that he thought of back home.
"We could even save Makayla." Jazmine's mind was going a mile a minute. "Even if we have to hide her."
Here we go.
"She's probably not going to make it." Huey shook his head. "And the longer we keep her alive, the worst it'll be when something even more fucked up happens to her on account of her being with us."
"Huey, you're talking about Makayla like that, but…" She faltered, struggling to find the words.
"But, what?" Huey stared at her, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
"But I'm not going to make it out of here alive either, Huey." Her eyes watered. "I'm just not. All that I can do is stick by you and show the world that you aren't who the media is painting you out to be. I'm America's darling, not America's gladiator. I don't stand a chance. You need to face the facts."
"What you did with Ming today took guts." Huey shook his head, not wanting to believe that she was the one being more realistic for a change. "You could have paid more attention to your surroundings during your grand exit, but you have potential. I've trained worst in days. I can get you up to speed in two weeks. You have a chance."
"I can't do it, Huey." She smiled sadly. "I appreciate the offer, but please, do whatever told you before we left." He hated that she knew them so well. "When the time comes, whoever's standing in front of you, even if it's me by some crazy chance, kill them and don't look back."
"How can you say that?" Huey stared at the back of her head. His hand held the door that she tried to shut wide open. "You're giving up? You want me to kill you?"
"I'm accepting the truth." Jazmine shrugged. "My time here is up. It's not like I'll be missing much."
When he tried to say something else, she gingerly placed a finger on top of his lips, smiling gently. "Give me your hand." He extended it immediately. "When you go home, I want you to go to my mother and give her this." He felt a cool, hard object slide into the center of his palm. It was a jade crystal. Raw and beautiful in the fluorescent light. "It doesn't seem like much, but it's one of the first hobbies we had together. It's one last piece of me. For her."
"You're gonna give this to her yourself." Huey was mumbling more to himself than to her. She was the optimistic one. And if she couldn't see herself getting out….then what hope did he have?
"Everything works out for good." Jazmine smiled at him. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek and then stared up into his eyes. "I have to get going. Need some sleep. Just…think about what we said, okay?"
"Of course." He nodded and slid the rock into his pocket. "Good night, Jazmine."
When the door slid closed, he noticed Bushido, lying on his bed.
"What the fuck?" Huey stared at the man on his bed. "This ain't what I'm into, man. I know you're drunk and all, but I don't think it's you, either. No judgement. Just saying."
"She's right you know." Bushido said it so lowly that Huey could barely hear it. "She won't make it."
When Huey didn't attack him like he'd obviously expected, the man kept talking. "My advice? Keep her alive for as long as you can. Play up the romance. Give these assholes a good show, and then, do what you have to do."
"Murder her." Huey glared at him.
"Survive." Bushido shrugged.
He got up, lifting yet another bottle to his lips before walking away, leaving Huey to think about his words. But the more Huey considered them, the more his decision made sense to him. Jazmine Dubois was going home. He just needed to find a way to get her there.
Author's Note That You Didn't Even Ask For:
Shoutout to the CuriousMind58, who reads almost everything that I write. I appreciate you.
Before a couple of you ask, yes I deleted the Princess Diaries. Ya'll don't care about those kids. It had a good run. Maybe another time.
Yes, I deleted my story ideas. There are drafts for the first chapter for at least four of them. We'll revisit that point later on.
I'll revisit the art of creating funny cute, non heathen stories after this is completed. I promise that I won't delete this particular one, and especially not WF because you would kill me.
Even if I look at it later and shrivel into a thousand particles of regret, I vow to leave it this story up for your entertainment. I also deleted my story ideas from the profile because I get new ones everyday, and it's fun.
I included a few familiar faces from The Eyes in this story because I felt the Juey Hive might appreciate the characters that threatened their favs in my deleted story being ushered into the games.
I'm also just evil that way.
Mwahahaha.
Until Next Time,
Miss Ace Thank You