gods plan [cain, post-bb]

[bailee]

One moment, Texas and Kip were within an arm's distance, and the next you had a spear in your hand and you're racing out the tavern doors. You had noticed one or two bodies had dropped before you made your graceful exit - the less fortunate of the brawl, which had tributes scattered all over the tavern (which reminded you a little too much of the same one your father liked to frequent).

You were out of breath, and the fresh air outside of the Cornucopia was refreshing - enough to ground yourself, enough for your adrenal glands to stop pumping fresh hormones into your blood. Your eyes still scanned the scene - eyeing what lay beyond the bounds of the Cornucopia, where the other tributes who also decided to scatter off decided to go. You analyze and scan each feature - where could you sleep? Where could you find food? Where the fuck were your allies, and was it worth waiting for them?

The one thing you knew for certain was that you couldn't let your guard lower. Even as calming as the arid sun was on your sweat-stained uniform, even as the chaos began to drain from your pores and you finally were able to settle and think rationally. This would be the time for someone to sneak up on you - this would be the time where a career would take you up on your vulnerability, just as they did to Abel. You weren't like him - you wouldn't take the same fate as him.

For every tribute he killed - you were determined to kill more. Your namesake wouldn't be holding you back. It was only a matter of time before someone else's blood covered your hands - and the prospect excited you. You would show you deserved more than the two the Gamemakers gave you. And you would make them regret looking down on an O'Malley.

For this was only the beginning. And you didn't want to see the end.