Godric Heart [Closed]

[Kiwi]

Mia was sitting comfortably on her bed, with a massive medical textbook open to a chapter on Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. She wasn’t actually reading the book, just staring at it, giving the illusion of studying. Mia already read the book twice, and found it extremely tedious and boring. She understood the material, in fact, she was quite intelligent. Her parents made her study a minimum of 6 hours a day. She absolutely hated it, but it was still better than training for the hunger games like she used to. Mia was disgusted of the idea of the games, she never wanted to play in them, but her parents did. Mia’s parents wanted fame and fortune, and would stop at no cost until they got it. So it was either study and become some super doctor or train for the stupid games and probably die a painful death. The choice was obvious. Either way, Mia would never make her parents happy, she was awful at fighting and survival and not much better at medicine. Sure, she was among the top students in her class, but it meant nothing if the thought of blood made her want to pass out. Mia’s teachers told her parents multiple times that even though she was smart she could never advance in this line of work because of her fear of blood, but her parents would never listen. They would simply scream at her and tell her suck it up.

Mia's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Must be something really important if my parents are willing to interrupt my precious studying time. Shit, this cannot be good. Mia was horrified to see her mom enter her room, followed by a boy. But not just any boy, Godric Heart! Mia shared a couple classes with Godric, but never had a conversation with him before, she never wanted to. His black tattoos and sharp teeth terrified her, it sent shivers down her spine, not to mention the rumours that were flying around the district. What the hell is he doing in my room? It was if her mom had read her mind, because before Mia had the chance to ask, her mom answered “Mia you know Godric, don’t you? Well I hired him to help you with your studies. He is your new tutor.” Rage was building up inside Mia, how could her mom do this to her? She knew how much she hated help, Mia wouldn’t even let her mom help her with dinner! But instead of screaming at her mom like she so badly wanted to, she replied in a clam voice. “ I don’t need a tutor, I’m doing just fine. But thanks for the thought. You know, if you really cared, you could do what everyone keeps suggesting and let me drop out of med school.” Mia could tell her mom was getting aggravated. “ I don’t care about your idiotic blood problem, you’re becoming a doctor! “ And without saying another word, Mia’s mom stormed out of the room, slamming the door, leaving Mia alone with Godric.

[Godric Heart]

It wasn't really what he wanted too, but it was in the best interest of his parents. A nice sum of money was going to be given to his parents which a part of it was in turn going to be given to him. Its not like he volunteered to do this, cause he was a completely anti-social human. Oh well, at the order of his parents he followed the woman from their door step and into her house. Evenutally being led to her room and right before being let in her mother whispered quietly to him. Telling him to do what it took to get her one over her fear of blood and to teach her what he could, because he was smarter than most.

Once being taken into the room he stood there awakwardly without a word. Letting the mother introduce him then listening to them argue back and forth briefly. Stupid humans, why did he say stupid humans? Well he always felt he was above them in some way. Now that they were in the room alone he smiled for just a second, showing his fangs and hoping to make her fear him even though he knew she pry already did. Who didn't fear Godric and lived in District 2? Only his parents were he ones who didn't fear him.

"Hello Mia, your mother hired me to... help you. She was telling me you had a lovely little problem with... blood..."

The last words rolled off his pale lips. As he reached into a pocket and pulled out a vial of it. AB+ is what the blood was marked as, letting the lovely crimson liquid roll around inside of the tube as he was within mere feet of her. Another smile appearing on his face as his fangs were showing again. Knowing he was probably scaring her to death in more ways than one, and he loved it. It made his spine tingle with excitement.

[Kiwi]

Mia’s mom left the room leaving Godric and Mia in an uncomfortable silence. After a few seconds, Godric shot Mia a quick smile, purposely trying to show her his repulsive fangs. She understood what Godric was trying to do, he was attempting to intimidate her, terrify her, and make her fear him. Although it worked, Mia didn’t want Godric to know that he had succeeded, she wouldn’t let him get the satisfaction of winning. She tried to return Godric’s grin, but instead, an awkward smile projecting all her fear, appeared across her face. She wanted to run as fast and far away from Godric as possible, it was if her survival instincts kicked in, he was a predator and she was the prey, sitting there waiting for his attack. But she knew she couldn’t run, she needed to stand her ground. Mia didn’t like that Godric contained the power in this situation. Godric took a step towards her, his voice was eerie and cold. It sounded so...inhuman.

Godric reached into his pocket, pulling out a vial of her worst nightmare. Mia’s heart skipped a beat. Blood. Blood was in her bedroom, only a few feet away from her. Mia stared at her textbook, trying to suppress the urge to vomit. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. “Thank you Godric, but I don’t need a tutor. I’m doing just fine with my studies. And I’m managing my little blood problem at my own pace. So I would really appreciate if you left.” Mia was still keeping her fixated gaze on the book, trying to keep her thoughts anywhere but here. It wasn’t that much of a lie, after all, she hadn’t puked yet, which was an improvement. In the corner of her eyes she could see Godric smiling again, showing his fangs. As much as she tried to ignore them she couldn’t, they left her paralyzed with fear. Mia knew that he has getting pleasure out of her fear.Still not keeping eye contact, Mia tried once again to get rid of him. “My parents have no clue what they are talking about, so there really is no need to listen to them. You’re smart, so I think finding the door will be easy for you.”

[Godric Heart]

The pure fear of her eyes, the fear of him then her fear of blood. It was beautiful to witness all this fear, even feel it down his spine. Taking the bottle of AB+ blood he pulled out another thing from behind his back. A small bucket, putting it down on the floor he slid it across the floor. Of course he came prepared, if she were to puke it would be in this bucket and then it could be done away with quickly. Now that he had slid the bucket the small few feet he popped the top off the vial as he tipped the vial so he could get a drop on his finger.

Taking that drop he held out his tongue and swiped it across. Smiling right after her pulled his tongue into his mouth. Everyone figured he drank blood but no one had proof. Of course this was no proof either, her mother wanted her to get over her fear of blood quickly. This would be a good way of doing it. Taking a empty chair he sat himself down on it and crossed his right leg over his left. Still holding the vial of blood in his left hand as he continued to swish the liquid around in it.

"You know...... the only thing you can depend on in a person is that their gonna bleed. Its the only thing that makes us all the same, blood. If you cut someone they bleed, plain and simple as that. I'd like you to get over your blood fear as quickly as possible. Before I go to more unorthodox ways. Such as... holding you down by getting on top of you, opening your mouth and dripping it in drop by drop until you finally break from the fear.

Its like someone who is afraid of heights, you hang them from a twenty story building by the end of a rope and eventually they'll get over it. At least, that's how I see it..."

Taking the vial of blood still in his hand he continued to swish it around. A smile still on his face, as he continued to bare the fangs that could easily draw more blood from her. Maybe if he bit her, and she saw her own blood she'd get over it. Really he had no idea what he'd do to get her to get over this fear she had but well he had all the time in the world to do so.

[Kiwi]

The sound of metal sliding across her bedroom floor made Mia finally look up from her textbook, so that she was staring directly at Godric. From the corner of her eye, Mia saw a small metal bucket sitting in front of her bed. This gesture annoyed her, it showed her that Godric thought she was weak and pathetic. Although, when came to blood, Mia was helpless, she hated that this was what he thought of her.

“How.... thoughtful.” Her tone of voice was forceful, nearly sarcastic. Mia knew that Godric wasn’t a person to be messing around, and playing games with. He was a man capable of snapping her neck in an instant. But unlike the majority of the district, she wasn’t going to let Godric control her with the fear she held for him. She was strong person, and she need to show it to him, even if it meant acting most of it.

Mia’s eyes narrowed on the blood oozing onto Godric’s finger. Her heart was beating out of her chest as Godric dropped the revolting red liquid on his tongue and began to drink it. Her chest was getting tight and her breathing became rapid and shallow. Mia was speechless, she’d heard rumours, but thought they were only over exaggerated stories. “You are the ...” Her sentence was briskly interrupted by the nausea that overwhelmed her. She quickly reached for the bucket that was in front of her, and was grateful that he brought it along after all. Vomit was exploding from her mouth in such large quantities it was like a waterfall. She didn’t have time to breath, the vomit just kept coming, and coming, the bucket was nearly filled to the top with Mia’s puke. The vomit left a burning sensation in Mia’s mouth.

Assuming that the worst was over, Mia gently put the bucket back on the floor, placing it as far away from her as possible. Her head was spinning to fast she could barely see what was in front of her. Mia put her head in between her legs trying to stable herself. She heard Godric grab the chair from the corner and drag it across the room so that he was now only a few feet from Mia. Slowly opening her eyes, Mia tilted her head upwards so that she was staring directly into Godric eyes. His lips were moving, except Mia couldn’t hear a word he was saying, only the buzzing sound that was filling her head. Even though Godric was directly in front of her, it felt as if he so far away, so distant that they where worlds apart. Mia tried to fight the dizziness that threatened to spin her unconscious, but couldn’t. She collapsed, tumbling off the bed, disappearing into the darkness.

[Godric Heart]

Well that was a good start, watching her vomit uncontrollably into a bucket. Then fall off her bed into a passed out heap. Taking the bucket he opened her door and asked her mother where to dump it out. Afterwords he grabbed another bucket, so now she'd have two in her room. Without little effort he picked her body up and flopped it onto the bed. Then he pulled a stick of smelling salt out of his pocket. Running it below her nose a few times then stepping back knowing she'd come to in just a few seconds.

Sitting back down in his chair he still had the vial of blood in his hand. Letting the scent slowly fill the room. Yes, she'd slowly learn to like this blood. Maybe even love it one day. It would just take time and much effort on his part. Maybe he'd even talk to her mom some more. Get her to go back to his place and play with the cadavers that already had the blood drained from them to preserve their value for as long as possible. Oh so many possibles and oh so many fun things.

"Come on.. Mia... You gotta wake up sometime.. Or I'll start dripping blood into your mouth. Then will see how quickly you wake up!"

A smile grew onto his face as he put another drop of blood onto his finger. Running the bloody finger across his tongue as he smiled and his throat gently moved with the gulp. Mhm mm, the lovely salty metallic taste of blood, you just had to love it.

[Kiwi]

The sun beat against Mia's skin, filling her body with an irresistible warmth. The cloudless crystal blue sky matched the beauty of the gem like ocean. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore was a soothing sound, putting Mia to sleep. She had no clue where she was, only that it was a place she never wanted to leave. The ocean's smell was sending Mia into a state of serenity, one so deep not even the nightmare that approached could awake her from her happiness. “get out of my dream Godric, I'm serious." smiling, Godric took a step forwards blocking her sunlight, his fangs had no affect on here her. This was her dream world, not his. “I might not be able to get rid of you back in district 2, but here you better believe I am going to squash you like the tiny insect you really are if you don't leave!" Godric didn't say a word, didn't move just stared at her with his cold Icy glare. Mia just ignored him, leaving him behind, as she strode of in the sand, heading towards the heavenly looking water. She didn't want to get angry here, she only wanted peace and quiet. “Fine don't go, just don't expect me to talk to you, or acknowledge your existence." Mia ran into water, diving into it when she was deep enough. She floated on her back soaking in the relaxation and beauty of this place.

Godric just wouldn't leave her sanctuary of peace, he was turning her dream into a nightmare. Godric followed her into the water, as soon as Godric stepped foot into the ocean, the cool refreshing water became thick and warm. The beautiful turquoise blue transformed into a bright scarlet red, filing the air with a salty metallic aroma. Godric dived head first into the bloody ocean, drinking the blood in big gulps. Her whole body was soaked in the blood, she was covered in it, the blood dripping down on her skin.
That’s when she let out an ear piercing scream.

Mia’s eyes snapped open, sweat running down her face. It took her a few minutes to remember exactly where she was, but the sight of Godric’s face brought everything back. The sight of him filled her with a combination of fear, repulsion, and rage. “ Get out!” Mia screamed, as she jumped off the bed pointing towards her door. “ Get. Out. Of. My. Sight. You messed up cannibalistic freak! Who the F*ck do you think you are?! A blood sucking vampire!! Just go!“ This wasn’t her talking anymore, it was the anger. Her face was bright red with fury. What do I have to do get rid of this monster?

[Godric Heart]

He capped the vial of blood as soon as she got up. Smiling brightly as she pointed towards the door and screamed at him. Calling him all kinds of rude names. His smile grew brighter and brighter as her anger reached its peak. Letting out a loud cold laugh he held his stomach with pure joy. Who the f*ck did this girl think she was? Telling him to get out when her mother hired him for this sole reason. To get her over her pathetic fear of blood, to grow this girl some metaphorical balls. Maybe he could use this anger to his advantage.

"You know, I love what you call me. Cannibalistic, Blood sucking vampire, they describe me so well! Your mother brought me here to get you over your fear of blood. You know why? Cause your such a pathetic excuse of a human that she can't do it herself. Your parents gave you all the tools to be a successful human being and your worthless. Your moms tired of you, your fathers tired of you, and most of the people are tired of you..."

He had to let his words sink in for just a moment. Giving a long pause as she showed his teeth and all of a sudden bolted from his chair to a standing position as he kicked the chair behind him so hard it made a nice clang against the door way.

"You know how I know this? I listened to all those people, what they say about you. How your a pathetic excuse for a human, that you live in district two and can't stand the mere sight or smell of blood. I'm almost positive if your parents could they'd trade you in for a better daughter perhaps even a more mentally challenged one."

He didn't yell it at her he told her to her in his cold blood curdling voice. Staring her right in the eye as he bit his lip with one of his fangs. A slow trickle of blood flowing down his lip, across his chin then down his neck onto his shirt. Knowing the mere sight of blood would make her vomit again or perhaps even make her angrier only time would tell.

[Kiwi]

Godric kicked the chair, sending it flying across the room. His fangs shining in all there hideous and revolting glory. His words echoing through her head. Worthless. Pathetic. “I’m... I’m not...a...” Mia wanted to scream at him, tell him to f*uck off, prove to him she wasn’t a “pathetic excuse of a human.” She opened her mouth but all that came out was a small whimpering whisper. Godric took a step forward, continuing his rant on how pathetic she was. With the mention of her parents, Mia snapped out of her little frozen world. “You don’t think I know that my parents hate me, and want a stupid career as their daughter? Trust me, I know. But here’s something you don’t know. You’re just as pathetic as me. Maybe even more so because you don’t even realize it. At least I’m a worthless human, but what are you? Does the word human even apply to you? Oh and because we are on the subject, do you really think your parents are proud of you. I can just picture it now. ‘Honey, I think we should have a child, so when he grows up he can become a big freak of nature and eat people for fun.’ Congratulation Mr. And Mrs. Heart, you just won the world’s greatest parenting award. “

Mia’s voice was getting louder and louder. How was Godric keeping his voice so...so...calm? She didn't really know if that was how to describe such an inhuman voice, but it was aggravating. She felt as if she was about to explode in a thousand pieces, and him? He sounds as if he was drinking tea. How could Godric say these things to her? She wasn’t pathetic, she knew that. Maybe she didn’t like blood, and violence, and anything games related. But did that make her worthless? Godric started at her, his stare intimidating, not saying a word. Why hadn’t he said anything? Was he going to kill her, he sure had that look on his face. All these things were flying through her head as Godric bit down on his lip. He pierced trough the skin, letting blood drip down his chin. He didn’t do anything about it, he just let it stream down his chin, and down his neck, all away down his shirt. The sight of his blood sent a shiver down her spine. She didn’t know what possessed her but for some bizarre reason she wanted to see more of it. She wanted to see Godric’s blood spattered across her room, a sensation she never dreamed she would ever feel. Bloodthirsty.

Mia picked up the thick and heavy textbook that was on her bed and tossed it with all her force at Godric’s face. This action was involuntary, she was so filled with anger that nothing she was saying or doing was hers. God, do I ever hope this brains him!

[Kiwi]

OCC: Sorry it took forever for me to reply. I've been busy. I'll reply quicker next time.

[Godric Heart]

They were a short distance from one another, and after she got more angry from talking to her he could only smile lightly as her words spilled from her lips. Her anger getting the better of her as she threw a book, they were only a few feet away from one another but his reflex's were sharper than ever. Grabbing the book out of mid air as he tossed to the other side of her bed, just out of reach of her hand and his. The blood from his lip slowly soaking his shirt as he spoke again.

"My parents are proud of me. Their one and only son, better than even them. They made me the way I am. Tied me down to a cold metal surface then filed my teeth down to this sharp point. Made be watch them do surgeries and work on cadavers from the moment I could see clearly and understand what was being said. You think a normal person grows up like this? Not even close, I've been around bodies since I was four, thats as far back as I can remember.

Mom and dad would force me to help them with surgery and play with cadavers as if they were toys. When I didn't they'd beat me to make sure I listened to them. I played with blood so much I became deeply affectionate to it, no matter who you were, your gender, your race, we all bled the same way. It was all the same color it was the only reassurance I had in my life. My parents worked me to the bone and they still do. I'm fit as a fiddle and my knowledge of medicine and the human body feats even people in the Capitol.

Now do you think my parents aren't proud of me? They made me like this, my teeth, my skin, my knowledge, they forced it all upon me and I listened to them cause I wanted to make them proud. As soon as I am eighteen I never have to worry about seeing them again because the Capitol will more then gladly except me as a surgeon or maybe even someone to help with the games my parents are so eager to have me in..."

His voice had wavered back and forth through out his story. A sad like tone filling his voice, showing that he had many hard times but he was what his parents wanted. His parents made him this way, influenced his blood loving ways, his killing ways, the way he thought and done things. It was all cause of them and he couldn't of been a better son to a more perfect mother and father. He wasn't done though with her.

"So whose pathetic now? My parents made me the way I am, they are more than proud of their one and only son. While you can't even be a fraction of what your parents want. Not fit for games, and not even fit for this.. district... a disgrace.."

His voice grew cold as eyes. Almost freezing the room around them if it could. Looking at her with cold eyes, and if she looked into his eyes she'd see the pain and suffering he'd endured his sixteen years of life thus far.

[Kiwi]

Godric caught the text book with lightning fast reflexes, and tossed it aside. The more time she spent with Godric the less human he was becoming to her. She never saw anything quite like him before. He was like a fictional character out of a horror novel. Godric began to speak again, still letting the blood ooze onto his shirt. The bright red blood sent a shiver down her spine.
Godric began to talk, maintaining his frigid voice that Mia absolutely hated. He was talking about his parents and his uprising. As Godric continued to talk, Mia couldn’t help but detect a hint of sadness in his voice. It made him sound almost human. Almost. She didn’t really think it was possible for Godric to have any emotions. But here he was.

The anger flushed out of her system and was replaced with...sympathy?! Mia was actually feeling sorry for him! She knew what it was like to have abusive parents. Even though she didn’t have it as bad as her brother Ron did. She never really got over the death Ron. Never got over the fact that it was her parents fault. They forced him to play, like Mia, he never wanted it, and look where he is now. Dead.

Godric finished talking, staring her directly in the eyes. His eyes were filled with sorrow and pain, not the emptiness they had before. Mia ignored his last comment, about her being a disgrace. She didn’t really care. As much as she hated Godric and wanted to strangle him with her bare hands, she felt compassion for him. Which was odd.

Mia took a step forward, closing the small distance they had. She placed her hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” Her voice was hers again, quite and calm. She didn’t even realize that she was touching Godric until some of the blood from his face dropped on her. She quickly jerked her hand away from him, bringing it back to her side and went to sit on her bed. She picked up the book from the floor and started flipping through the pages. She didn’t want to think about Godric, so she definitely didn’t want to look at him. “You know, everything you said is... true. Well most of it. I am pathetic. And I know that. But it still doesn’t mean you can treat people like crap. No one is perfect. I’m going through my own problems at the moment and you....” Mia’s voice trailed off. Her voice sounded so fragile ”You reminding me how useless I am, isn’t helping.” Mia looked out the window at the blue sky that surrounded District 2. “I’m sorry about earlier. Blood makes me do crazy things.”

[Godric Heart]

Her hand was placed on him, was she showing sympathy for him? That his life was so horrible she had to say she was sorry for things she didn't even do? A drop of his blood dripped on her hand as she jerked it away. Godric pulled out a small piece of cloth and dabbed at his lips, holding the cloth their waiting for the wound to stop bleeding. She sat on her bed and thumbed through her book as he continued to stare at her with half cold half amused eyes. Still holding on to his lips as she continued to apologize to him. Finally he removed the cloth and continued to stare at her.

"Well I'm sorry... that I scared you so much.. I have a hard time helping myself... I was raised this way, taught this way... Not to trust anyone, never get to close to anyone. Free one day, in the games the next. If I dared to let my guard down and make friends, maybe even make a girl friend. Then I'd risk ending up with them if I end up in the games these last two years that I can be reaped for them...."

He turned his back to her, as he dabbed at his neck and chest to get off the excess blood that had gathered there when he was bleeding. His shoulders slumping gently. As he turned his neck back to her just a bit, showing half his face to her.

"You need to get over your fear of blood. You won't make it far in this world if you don't. You living in this district depends on it. Back at my families lab we got cadavers, and their already drained of their blood if your interested. Might learn a thing or two about the human body if your interested..."

Stepping forward a few steps he grabbed the chair he had kicked back into the wall and sat down on it. Facing toward Mia as he looked from left to right examining the room. Cracking his knuckles and a few other bones in his body, then crossing his right leg over his left leg.

"This is pry the most I've spoken all my life."

[Kiwi]

Mia let out a little laughed. Truth was, he terrified her, every bone in her body cringed with the thought of him. "It's not so much you as it is the blood." Mia lied. For some unexplainable reason, she really did feel sorry for Godric. He was raised this way, no choice. But that didn’t mean she still hated him. "Do you think if you weren't raised like that, would you still drink…" Mia couldn't finish her question. Just the thought of someone actually drinking blood made her want to vomit. Cannibalism was something she never understood. It repulsed her. Thank god it was banned from the games.

Godric finally started to clean the blood off of him, reminding Mia that there was blood on her own hand. Mia flinched, stretching her hand as far away from her body as possible. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Don't puke! don't puke! Don’t fucking puke! Mia repeated in her head as she walked over to her bathroom. She started to run the hot water, listening to what Godric was saying. It was sad to think someone like him was living life in fear. "You know there's something else you need if you want to go anywhere in the world. And that's friends. You can't live your life in a box.“ She said matter-of-factly. She continued to vigorously scrub at her hands, making sure there was no trace of the blood. “You know I didn’t really have a choice. I didn’t choose this district. Any district would have been better than this one. I’ve already accepted the fact I’m not going far. Might as well make the best of it.” She grabbed some tissue and handed it to Godric who was now sitting her chair again. “You’re letting the fear of the games get to you....which is sad.”

Godric offered to take her to his place and exam bloodless cadavers. Mia's mouth dropped. That was an obvious NO! NO time one million "Do you realize how absolutely positively disgusting that is? Dead bodies in your house, nothing wrong with that at all.” Mia rolled he eyes. “What do you even do with the blood? Wait, don't answer that." Mia knew what he did with it, but she still prayed she was wrong. The question just slipped off her tongue. But she didn’t want to hear it, she didn't need an image. But then another question arose in her head, one that she didn't want to know either but asked anyway. The fear of the answer clearly coating her tone of voice. "Where do you get the…ummm… bodies?"

[Godric Heart]

Her question was funny, what did he do with the blood? Where did he get the bodies? This was district two, a district with which they did medical procedures. People needed surgeries, people died, those who offered their bodies to science their family most often got a nice sum of moolah from the Capitol since their bodies weren't going to waste in some grave they were being put to good use in places like his own home and other homes across the district.

"Well... We get the bodies from people who donate them because their dead, or from times where we worked on people, operations and such and they died on the table. This is district two, and some of the people in this district have better skills then even doctors in the capitol. So the snooty sometimes come to us for their surgeries, or people from our own district who are sick. People die everyday."

He stopped for a brief moment as he took the tissue and dabbed at his skin to make sure that most of the blood was gone. Then stuffed the used tissue into his pocket, taking a quick breath before he continued on.

"And the blood? Well its not like I drink quarts of it everyday.. Most of it is kept for people who need blood transfusions during surgery.. And if I weren't raised around bodies and surgery since birth then I am pretty sure I wouldn't have ended up this way.."

He sighed briefly looking back on his child hood which was as bad as it was right now. Remembering the day after day as he was around blood. It'd get on his hands, in between his fingers, across his toes when they dripped off the tables. Eventually he got used to it, and then he ended up just loving it. The taste, feel, it was something he was used to. It was something he was around all the time. It just happened certain circumstances in life turned people this way and he was one of them.

"You weren't born with a fear of blood. No one was born with any fear, it comes from a traumatic event in your life that had to do with blood. We are the way we are today because of what happened in the early stages of our lives."

The most he'd ever talked and the most he would ever talk in all his life. Was to this girl who he was opening up to and hopefully her parents weren't listening to deeply on this.

"I'm not afraid of the hunger games, I'm not afraid to die... Its just something that might happen and we all have to accept it... Also I can't drink a lot of blood or I'd get sick.. even I can only tolerate so much..."