Never Stood a chance {Puppets}

[Sage]

Ashling Maple "I'm just a puppet on a string, it's better than nothing."	District 3
	Female
	Seventeen
	Tiffany Thompson

Stars fade away,
they just crash into space
disappear from the night
like you and I

When Cadman managed to escape this hell on earth and go into the games, it gave us puppets at home hope, hope that perhaps Cadman could win this and free us all but of course, it was foolish to have such thoughts. How could he survive in a place where Future could get her hands on him. I sit in the large living room of the Stine family, all the puppets have been allowed to watch the games up until Cadman dies and so I am thankful because it means that we are not on the drugs that make us pliable and it allows us to see the sun, a very rare occurrence for most of us. I watch as his plate rises into the arena and a pit in my gut tells me right away that he doesn't stand a chance. When the gong rings out, at first it seems that he will be alright until suddenly, something embeds itself into his eye socket, a spear or an arrow, I cannot recall which and he slumps to the ground. Tears well up in my eyes, how is it that in the blink of an eye, a life could be over? I have not cried in years but seeing Cadman lying there on the desert ground makes sobs pass through my lips as I curl into a ball. He'd been so young, too young to go into that wretched arena but fortunately, he died painlessly, not at Futures cruel hands which I'm sure will have her fuming very soon, as soon as she discovers that he is dead and not by her hands. She will be furious.

I stare at the other puppets around me, seeing the ranging emotions from shock to anger to sadness reflected in their gazes. It's hopeless now, the one person who could have saved us all is dead, shot down first in the games. I reach out for someone, not caring who, and wrap my doll-like arms around them, just needing something solid to hold onto. "May his spirit rest in peace and may he be free from the torments of this world" I whisper into whoevers shoulder it is that I'm holding on to.

Suddenly someone
is no one I've come
Undone, undone, undone
undone, undone, undone

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