that arizona sky [calla]
Jul 8, 2020 1:22:37 GMT -5
Post by ryan on Jul 8, 2020 1:22:37 GMT -5
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He knew exactly where he needed to go. He had been a fickle boy of ocean foam and glass shards. Nothing exotic, only chaotic. Painful and self-inflicting. He hated every minute of it.
Maybe it was because he never thought he would have seen the impossible happen.
Isaac had always been the type to believe in statistics and knowledge, and he knew well that the odds for his cousin was favorable. A young boy from one, who scored the highest training score would surely make waves. He would use tactics taught to them by the most skilled trainers in one, and he would be victorious.
But that didn’t happen did it? No. He watched the games closely, even though he knew very well that he wouldn’t have a choice. The bloodbath went normal, lacking real death, but most of the tributes walked out with scars that couldn’t be predicted. His interest grew as he took the time to thumb through the new book that his father had given him. An anthology of mutts and what they could do.
Orizuru, origami birds that seemed nothing more than harmless. He watched Emmett as he attacked them, Isaac taking mental notes as he realized that Emmett might single handedly take out the origami birds. Good.
That was until one of them had flown quicker than their eyes could follow. Isaac watched in horror as he saw so much blood gushing from Emmett’s head. Watching him fall sounded like incorrect information, information that Isaac did not want to process. A Le Roux? Falling so quickly?
Isaac was in shock.
Even thinking back to the reaping, he realized that Emmett had volunteered for Vito, and in that moment, he realized that there was more to this. He didn’t even know either of them well, Emmett only being around during parties their family would hold from time to time. Still, he was a lion boy, and lion’s protected each other. The pride was the most important, especially after Ridley’s deserved win back in the 83rd.
And now they would be shamed.
He took a moment to compose himself before heading out the next day in order to clear his head. He didn’t want to think about Emmett in this way, but he couldn’t help it. He had always been an emotional boy, but he never had a chance to really express it because his father made it clear that emotions got in the way of everything.
Years of learning how to put knowledge over everything else had also taken its toll on him. As he walked through the town, he listened to people as they discussed how awful his cousin had done in the games, and that the Le Roux’s should be ashamed of themselves, and it made Isaac’s blood boil. Many times during his short walk, he had to clear his voice in a matter that let people know that they were in the vicinity of a Le Roux. They could tell by his golden hair and built physique that he was not one to trifle with either. They scurried away and Isaac kept walking, a destination in mind.
The casino that Vito apparently frequented. Owned? He didn’t know, as anger fueled him more than interest at this point. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was mad at the boy. It should have been him who went into the arena. Not Emmett. He knew well that Emmett threw himself into harm’s way and that there would have been nothing any of them could do to stop him. Did that give Isaac reason to let this all go? Probably, but he never let himself feel emotion like this before, and he couldn’t lie. It felt good to just let it all go.
He walked right through the doors and silently observed people as they gambled frivolously. Isaac could tell that there were eyes on him, but his eyes were not focusing on them. Instead he was looking for Vito, to who he had noticed coming out of a room not too far from the back. Isaac nearly ran and pushed past a group of men that hadn’t seen him coming, just like Vito wouldn’t have.
His hand clasped the boys collar and Isaac’s eyes could have been mistaken for any shade of red. He was as angry as he was upset as well. He knew that ambushing Vito would do nothing good, and honestly, he wouldn’t have assaulted him either. However, he needed to do something. The boy did nothing wrong, but Isaac still felt that it could have been him in there instead of Emmett.
At the same time however, Isaac had also been selfish.
He was happy to see him, even though he had been pushing him through the room he had just come out of and held him against the wall. ”Vito” the name rolled right off his tongue as Isaac got a good look at him with his sullen eyes full of regret and sadness. His fist balled up below his waist, but he did not move. He just held Vito in placed as he tried to collect his thoughts.
He would not speak though.
Vito could do that.