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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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 Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 9:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 9:30 pm
I was born and then I died. Only it wasn't a real death, good as death though really. That's what the Hunger Games is like if you win. Winning isn't winning, it's just well--a new form of hell. It's okay though, I've been to hell and they know me there. My best friend and I are part of it's frequent visitors.
I never expected to escape...Never thought I'd find a life outside of that God-forsaken place. They promised us milk and honey. Full bellies if we win, and more riches than we'd make in ten lifetimes in the "Districts."
Sold my soul to get back to my family, only to find there was no family yes. I guess that's one way to be free.
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 9:39 pm
I was born in an area called District seven. Seems odd that I was born to be a slave when those from the area they called the Capitol were born free. Strange, bright...awkward that's what they were. More concerned with their own selves then anything else.
But my mom had more foals. And then she and my father died. I watched my brother get slaughtered in the games, all that was left was my family--my little brother and sister, Greta and Sven and my grandmother.
I was chosen to play in The Hunger Games, just like my brother. The ones in the Capitol made this game to "keep us in line" because slaves need to be reminded they're slaves. We knew it and know it every second of every day of our lives. We don't need to be reminded of it.
But here I was forced to travel into an enclosed forcefield kept by a breed of Capitolites called the Ulun'suti. We'd be kept in place and not released until only one of us was alive. It wasn't a matter of surviving elements, but rather surviving each other and the muttations they had in there.
All i had to do was decide what was more important--my life or the lives of twenty-three soquilli I didn't know. Well duh, I'm more important.
So, I had to kill them all. No matter what parts of my soul I lost in the process.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 10:19 pm
The first day in the arena, I was alone and weaponless. I hid in the trees trying to do anything I could to survive and get a weapon. Others were fully armed and prepared.
That's when I saw him, that's when I planned my attack. He had the axe I so desperately needed. He had the water, and the food. It was all there for the taking if only...if only I could take him out.
I creeped up behind him with the long braid of my hair and wrapped it around his throat. I pulled tighter and tighter, waiting for the cannon to fire--waiting for him to die so that I could have his stuff. His death was my survival. I had nothing against him personally, only it was him or me.
I chose me.
When finally, the cannon sounded that represented his death I was beside myself. My whole body shook with the effort of having killed him. All my messy emotions struggled to the top. The Games hadn't yet squashed my humanity so it still hurt so desperately to do this. He was dead and I did this.
His family was left behind to deal with it. He only ever wanted what I wanted--to go home.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 11:53 pm
Days passed as I hid amongst the trees by the water. I fed myself, and rested. I hid waiting for them to finish themselves off while I prepared for them. I made rudimentary axes so that I could have more weapons. I gathered more food, I foraged and I waited and rested. I would be well rested when it was time to hunt the others.
At night, I'd fall asleep and look up through the branches at the star. I worried that it would come down to my district partner and I--I didn't want it to come down to Wren and I.
I didn't want to kill him, but to go home I would have to.
I know he'll understand, but it won't make it any easier. Because he understand the price I will pay to go home, doesn't make it easy to kill him--the only one who's ever been my friend.
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