This is stupid [Nyte]

[kousei ♚]

Ari Newton

The sound of my curtains being drawn and the feeling of the warm sun ray shining on my face rudely awakens me from my deep slumber, that's the best way I disturb the awakening as, unwanted and sudden. These Capitol beds, these Capitol beds are the best thing I've ever felt, the best thing I've ever slept in. They're so soft and warm and I just feel the irresistible urge to draw the covers over my body and never come out ever again. Maybe if I win I can sleep in fancy Capitol beds like this all the time. I let out a cranky groan as I slowly open my eyes to reveal my hazy vision, and I can see my escort, Tasmain standing by my bed. Oh ripred why? "Okay I'm getting out of bed already." I say with a groggy and croaky voice as I reluctantly throw the white covers off my skinny body.

Like a zombie, I drag myself out of my bed and walk across the soft and smooth carpet that pads the floor. I take a quick look in the mirror, my jet black hair sticks out, jutting out from seemingly impossible angles, my eyelids don't seem to want to open fully because my vision still doesn't feel one hundred percent. Well guess I should be getting ready to go to training now. And then I drag myself to go through the usual morning tasks: brushing my teeth, combing my hair, showering, eating breakfast and then throwing on my training clothes.

I have to admit these training clothes are quite comfortable but so tight, back in eleven I'm used to the baggy hand-me-downs Damien gave me, baggy shorts, old shirt is what I preferred but these seem to be trying to choke my skin completely. The big white eleven is printed on my shoulder, showing everyone proudly where I'm from. They'll think I'm some sort of weak target, but I'll show them I'm the opposite. I think I should probably start that by speaking my mind like a real brave person would. It#s quite funny when you think about it, back in district eleven the thing I'd be worrying about now is if Damien would be bringing enough money in order for us to eat something, I'd still be worrying about survival. And what am I doing here? Worrying about survival of course!

Why am I always worrying about my survival?

And now I notice the Avox that is dutifully awaiting me, to guide me to the training center. I remember when I was younger and my brother would say that if I didn't go to sleep the Capitol would avox me. But it's so much more complicated than simply not doing as your told. This avox, I'm doing my best not to judge it (not it, him) silently simply because he doesn't have a tongue, but he's a criminal but does he really deserve to be stripped off his tongue? I quickly push my thoughts about this guy out of my head as he silently guides me to the training center, there are no gestures between us, no nod or anything, he simply performs his duty and I perform mine.

Sooner or later I find myself as one of the last to make it and after the instructor completes her long speech about the different stations I find myself immediately drawn to the bladed weapons station. I skip the swords, the weapons for true warriors and killers and go to the knives, it's lighter and looks easier to use. Let's see if Beginner's luck has my back. I then proceed to attack the dummies with my strength. I somehow manage to strike the first one in the neck and it feels so... real, the knife sinks in the neck like it's putty and I let out a grunt and wrench it out. The Dummy's neck is a pez dispenser and the -fake- blood sprays out like a fountain. There's a dummy behind me, I know it. And going on what can only be described as pure animalistic instinct I whirl around and slash my knife towards were it's neck would be.

Except that's not the neck of a dummy, that's the neck of a girl!

My look of determination changes into a look of shock, but luckily for her (and really for me as well) my strike just about misses, just barely that is, I don't know if she moved or if just missed but then I find me self stumble forwards and right past her and I drop the knife that's now painted in red.

"Oh shit, I'm so, so sorry!" I almost scream out, clearly shaken and very surprised by her sudden appearance. She just came out of nowhere.