A world beyond sight (ALEX)

[Phoenix Fire]

Dagan made trips here and there to the fence that crackled with electricity. It was mostly to dream of what could lay behind it. What could actually be there and what he hoped to one day see. He would imagine running through the woods with a pack of friends like wolves on the hunt, fighting peacekeepers and raising hell for the Capitol. This had always been his dream of course but as he looked into the green lush forest he could feel it trying to drag him closer. The very thought of it brought so much life to him that he almost wished he could just run into the forest right then.

It was impossible though, he knew that more then many. He had looked so many times for the control box so that he could disable it and cross into a world that he knew nothing about, a world full of dreams and excitement. Yet every time he had thought he had found it he had sounded an alarm and gotten wiped for it. The scars on his back tingled slightly as he thought about each time. These were the moments when he wondered if his dream was hopeless, stupid and maybe even moronic. He lived in a dream world where the single sword like Scythe he held in his hand was covered in the blood of the people who had wiped him. Was it such a bad place to live? Such a horrable world to live in that was not full of disgusting idiots from the Capitol who took peoples children every year to parade around and then let kill each other in dangerous arenas? Isn’t that what you want though Dagan? The idea of standing in the arena and showing the whole world that the Capitol did not control them WAS his dream….but how would he be able to come to that?

Dagan turned from the woods and his thoughts and turned from the forest, looking down at the grasses that rose almost to his chest. This area was never supposed to be approached so no one ever tried to clean it up by cutting this or even trying to harvest the area. This was the end of where the District of 11 was. This was where his world ended and an unknown world began…..why was it so far away?

[Ally is tentatively back]

I roll my eyes, seeing the electric fence. As if I think, moving around to my tunnel. It lets out just behind a little shack. I challenge myself sometimes, seeing how obvious I can be. Or at least... I used to. Ty got mad when I told her about it, and I saw worry in her big grey-green eyes. I hate worrying her.

I stop and look down into the tunnel. District Eleven. It isn't home, but it'll do for a while.

Since I turned fifteen, everything's been even more complicated- if possible. I finger my necklace and bite my lip. I want to go back! But I can't. I've been presumed dead for three years. I shift on my feet and squirm into the tunnel head-first.

I wasn't expecting to run into anyone.

I almost plow into a blonde guy, can't be much older than me. That's what I get for darting in the shadows and not paying attention. STUPID STUPID STUPID! Rookie mistake! My brain screams. I start talking in a rush. "You never saw me. I wasn't here!" I try to whirl, run away, but his hand on my shoulder stops me.

I start to tear up. Ty, I'm sorry. Guess I'm not coming home any time soon. I turn to face this mysterious guy, who is undoubtedly going to turn me in. I'm dead.

[Phoenix Fire]

Dagans first thoughts before he caught himself from falling were almost comical. What the hell is wrong with people running into me. When he did recover he was almost to quick to grab his Scythe and wipe it around at the assailant just as she turned around and tried to run. She had said something along the lines of something like he should never remember that she was here. Fat chance of that, he had just been alone one moment and now there was a stranger trying to run from him. Because I am that thick?

He reached out just in time to catch her shoulder and spin her around to face him. Her eyes showed fear and pain like she was ready to be put to death for a crime she knew all to well she had commited. Was she some kind of rebel? Or was she just one of the rumored wanderers that seemed to slip from District to District trying to live they’re life they’re own way?

“Who are you?” His eyes scanned her face and her body, she didn’t look much older then him, yet she also seemed to be older in some ways, her eyes mostly. They seemed to have seen so much and yet nothing at all. They interested him more then her lean and attractive form. Something was behind them that maybe he could know and even use to his advantage. For now though he wanted to know who she was, where she was from, and why she feared him.

[Ally is tentatively back]

I almost sob.

'Who am I?' Is he trying to get more information? Hurt my family? Oh god.

I take a deep, shuddery breath, having realized by now that I can't get away this time. I shiver, not from cold though. From fear and grief. But when I look up, my eyes are hard and dry, my posture defiant.

"My name's Kayli." Should I tell him more?

"And if you're going to turn me over to the PeaceKeepers, well fine. But I will go down fighting." I clench my fists. "And you can forget about learning my last name, or where I'm from. I won't tell you." Ty, I'm really trying. I think hopelessly.

I tilt my head and look him over. "What are you, seventeen? I'm fifteen. My birthday was two weeks ago."

I look down, noticing the hoarse tinge to my voice. "Look, if you're going to turn me in, do it already. And... I don't know how, but please get word to my sister."

I sob, suddenly and unexpectedly. "Please. We're twins, she'll be worried sick." I'm dead. I'm really dead. God, Ty, I'm going to miss you so much. We aren't going to spend any more birthdays together. Ayshi*.

I try to bring my hand to my face, wipe away my tears, but he still has my shoulder in his hand. I whip my head up, furious. "Let go!" I nearly shout. I toss my head, blonde hair whipping into his face.

He lets go.

I should run, but I can't. I just sink helplessly to the ground and cry. I think I notice him move, and grab my knife out of my boot. "Don't come any closer." I say, tears still running down my cheeks.

But my voice is firm, and my eyes are stony.

I will not go down without a fight.





{OOC}(*Ayshi=code for "I love you." jsyk.){OOC}

[Phoenix Fire]

Dagan let go of the girls arm as she sank to the ground in unbearable sobs. She honestly believed he was going to turn her into the Peacekeepers, to him this was almost laughable, but apparently to her it wasn’t. So instead of leaving her where she sat he crouched down slowly, looking her over, only just catching a glimpse of a small knife in her boot and pulling it out. His eyes moved over it, seeing the sharpness of the blade and then looked at his own Scythe and compared them.

“You know if you get flint you can make this blade sharper and easier to cut with.” With a flick of his wrist the knife flies in the air and is easily caught by the blade in his hand. Its something he had learned from a friend of his when they were young and had to cut fruit from trees. It was simple and barely ended with lose of fingers but you still had to be gentle and careful with the catching motion. He remembered back to those days where his brother and sister would play and goof off, back when his mother was still alive. If this girl really thought he was a Peacekeeper, she was insane.

“I’d never turn in anyone to the Peacekeepers who I could use as a friend.” His words were soft as he placed the knife back in her hands and smiled calmly. He would find someway to prove it to her, even if she didn’t even believe it now.