When Words Speak Louder Than Actions [Daryn;blitz]

[lyss]

Oliver sat in his room, thinking of his older brother Rowan. He knew of the stories that were surfacing around the district, and he knew they were all fake. Everybody that Rowan had joined some rebellion, and he had finally been caught. Oliver knew his brother would never do that. He was a good person, and he knew he had to do something about the fake stories.

Remembering the words he saw spill out of his brother's mouth, he now knew what he had to do. His last words had been an address, and he knew that if his brother had given it to him, it must be important. While it was still early in the morning- the sun had just barely risen, he knew he had to go now. The big-eyed boy unlatched his window on the first story and slipped out. After silently closing the window, he ran.

The boy was still in his clothes from yesterday; he had never slept. He hadn't slept for weeks on end now, but he knew this would finally be resolved. He reached the door he craved in record time, and lightly knocked on it, hoping to only awake the person he needed.

[dars]

I was no longer myself. Period. After Rowan had left, I changed, and it wasn't for the better. The night he'd left, I almost got murdered by that psychopathic girl with the knife. I had only been home when I knew Dad wasn't there, and it was only to shower and change my clothes. Maybe grab some food. I had planned to run away that night. I'd planned to go find him. If it wasn't for that girl stepping in my way and trying to kill me, I would have, in a heart beat.

I needed to learn more about him. I was going to find out more about him. Why did he leave m-...why did he leave? Why had he kissed me, then ran away? I needed to leave soon, and I was going to as soon as I learned where he might have went. I know to the forest, with that "Nee" girl. It still wasn't enough.

It took me a few hours to find the right house, but I knew this one was correct, because four different people had described the place to her. I walked up to the door, and with a deep breath, knocked and took a step back.

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[lyss]

It had all been a dream, though, caused by the knocking on his own house's door. Oliver forced himself out of bed, wondering how on earth he had finally slept. It was probably from exhaustion. Being sleepless for over a week was not good for an eleven-year-old boy. He crept down the stairs quickly but quietly, wanting to get there before anybody else. He silently twisted the gold, round knob, forcing the door open. Outside was a girl who looked to be Rowan's age.

The young boy unlocked the protective glass door and pushed it open, giving his visitor a strange look. "Come on in," he whispered.

He extended his arm to the couch a few feet behind him and shut the doors behind the girl. He sat on a chair across from the couch where the girl was. He had no clue why she was here, or who she was for that matter. The only girl that was currently tied to Rowan, that he knew of, was Nee, and he knew this was not Nee.

As politely as he could, he asked, "Not be rude, but who are you? And why are you here?"

[dars]

The boy that answered wasn't who I'd hoped it would be. I still had a small hope that Rowan would've been the one to answer. Still, he invited me in. The couch was worn, like most furniture in District 7. I only got a second to glance around their home before the boy was speaking again."um, my name is Clair, I was-am, a friend of Rowan's. I came here to see if you had any clue where he might have went....

I was trying to see if the boy had any clue as to where Rowan had really went. I doubted it. Who would tell their family they were running away, and even better, who's family would let them? I was looking at the young man's face to see what he was thinking about. I was looking for any emotion at all.

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[lyss]

"Um, my name is Clair, I was-am, a friend of Rowan's. I came here to see if you had any clue where he might have went...."

Oliver resisted the urge to laugh. This girl was serious. She didn't know. He knew if Clair was honestly a friend of Rowan's, he should tell her about his whereabouts.

"Well, we don't know much. We know he went somewhere and had done something, because he was brought to our neighborhood by a hovercraft, cuffed, and then put on another hovercraft. We... we don't really know where he is... We don't know if he will be coming back. We weren't told anything. Everyone thinks he was part of some rebellion and stuff, but I know he wasn't. They try to convince me that's what he was doing, rebelling, but I know he wasn't. I try to tell them I would know my own brother, but nobody cares to listen. It's all I bunch of crap to them. They just think I'm a crazed teen's hopeful little eleven-year-old brother."

He lays his head in his hands for a few minutes, letting the tears rush down his face. After a few minutes, he lifts his head and brushes away a few tears.

"I'm... I'm sorry that didn't help you. I mean, if he's alive, we have to see him at the reaping, right? What if his name is called, and he's locked up somewhere? He'd have to be here, right? Right?"

[dars]

This kid was making it hard for me t stay strong. The tears tat covered his face were almost enough to bring forth her tears. She took a deep breath as she realized what he had just said."Did you just say he was arrested? Or, did you just hear that? Listen I need you to tell me, because if you only heard it-" There was no stopping the tears that began to stream down her face. She needed to leave now. Like right now. Then she had an idea.

She could bring him with her! He knew more about Rowan than she did, he knew he choices he'd most likely make. And as for me, I had been gathering supplies for the past week, so we had enough to live on, I knew a few plants that were edible, and I'm pretty handy with a hatchet. Now I realized that I needed this kid to come. I was going to ask him. I had to ask him. The time wasn't right yet, though. Then again, it would have to be right in the next few seconds.

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[lyss]

"Did you just say he was arrested? Or, did you just hear that? Listen I need you to tell me, because if you only heard it-"

He watched as she cried with him, which made him cry even more. He hadn't meant to upset her as well. He didn't plan on being upset either, but he had finally found somebody who cared.

"I saw him!" he practically screamed. "That's why they brought him to the neighborhood, so we could see him! They wanted us to see him! They needed us to see him! They craved our reactions!"

The tears were flowing from his eyes at a dangerous rate, practically blinding him. He kept yelling at himself in his mind to stop, but that would only bring a new swarm of tears. There was no stopping him now. He couldn't see at all, and he was slowly slipping out of the realm of sanity. For so many weeks, he had been faking it. He pretended he was okay; he pretended that he didn't care about his brother. He was tired of playing pretend now. He needed to see the world as it was, as it is, and this girl, Clair, had brought it with her.

[dars]

It didn't make sense. Had he gotten caught? Had he really gotten caught? No. He couldn't have. He was going to run away! He and Nee both! This wasn't right. Something didn't add up. If they had gotten caught, the peacekeepers wouldn't have brought them to see their families. There was no way that would happen. So many people had disappeared before! If they were caught, their families never knew about it! I got up and ran to Rowan's brother. I grabbed him by the arm and started to walk him through his house."Which room is Rowan's?" I asked. "Something isn't right. Rowan told me he was leaving. He told me he was running away with Nee. You know Nee, right? Anyway, the point is, if the Peacekeepers did catch them, they wouldn't have came and told you. Or even let you guys see him. Come on! Which room is his?" I asked as I began to open doors.

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[lyss]

Oliver let out a loud cry as Clair began dragging him through his house.

"Which room is Rowan's? Something isn't right. Rowan told me he was leaving. He told me he was running away with Nee. You know Nee, right? Anyway, the point is, if the Peacekeepers did catch them, they wouldn't have came and told you. Or even let you guys see him. Come on! Which room is his?"

"Yes, I know Nee. And they didn't tell us. I don't think they even really knew that where they landed their second hovercraft. Once they saw us among the families that came out to see what was going on, they knew they had to give us a show. And stop screaming, not everybody is awake yet. His room is upstairs, just follow me."

He quietly crept up the stairs once more, motioning for Clair to follow him. He immediately turned right after reaching the landing. The door was right there, practically hidden to people who weren't looking.

"Listen, don't move or take anything. Peacekeepers come here daily looking for stuff they can use against Rowan."