a nightmare reality {Cato/JB Blitz}

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Iain Miristioma

I'm at war with the world cause I Ain't never gonna sell my soul I've already made up my mind No matter what I can't be bought or sold

Just this morning all was well. I was at the victor's house with family eating a nice meal; my favorite meal, plant soup, but now I'm being forced away from my comfort zone. Right now I'm nothing but a tiny animal sitting in the corner of the room I entered two years ago when Kirito was taken away to the games. Fear creeps through my body, but I can't move. I can't speak. I'm stuck trapped in the middle of a broken storm. Heavy winds sweep through my insides twisting them into knots, and I honestly feel like I'm about to throw up. Something must've happened. I never thought my name would be called. I never thought I would march upon the stage as a tribute. The Capitol is sacrificing me for the greater good of the nation, but I have a few words for them - I am not a sacrifice. I will not bow down to them because I refuse to sell my soul. Sighing to myself, I try to make myself appear calm since I don't want to show my family I'm afraid, but I'm terrified, and I doubt I can hide it. I wonder if Kirito felt like this the moment his name was called. I wonder if this is how he felt knowing what lurked in the future. I'm fourteen. I can't kill anyone, but I'm sure I'll do whatever I have to do in order to survive. A heavy weight presses against my shoulders as I stare out the window in the corner of the room. Memories linger here. Many tears fell from my eyes the moment I said goodbye to Kirito, and now the tables have turned. Here I am - a lamb being led to slaughter. The tap on the door startles me as it shuts behind me, but for a moment, I don't turn around becauses I can't find the strength to look my family in the eye.

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Tobias Miristioma Seventeen | Male | District Eleven

I tried. Iain's name being called. I tried so hard to volunteer. I stood in shock as I watched him walk up to the stage. The shock of a Miristioma being reaped had the crown in uproar. I shouted the words. No one heard me. I rushed to the stage in a vein attempt to volunteer for Iain. What angers me so much is the peacekeepers held me back. They heard me. I know they did. I promised Iain that he'd be safe. If it meant that I'd volunteer in his place, then so be it. Instead, I've failed him. He's heading into the games. I love him. I want to believe he can make it home. I have to right? My own brother reaped. Iain is led into the justice building. I follow albeit slowly. Iain is more than likely mad at me. He trusted me with protecting him. We had a dinner planned for after the reaping. I should have ran up to the stage. I never should have allowed him to take his place as tribute. My cowardice is going to cost me a brother. I told him he had nothing to worry about. That we'd be having dinner together. Now he's going into the games. Chances are he'll die. I believe in him, but he wouldn't hurt a fly. Now he's faced with the prospect of murdering someone just to save his own skin. I take a deep breath before opening the door where Iain is at. "I'm so sorry, Iain. I tried please believe me. I shouted the words. I did. The peacekeepers held me back." My voice breaks as tears flow from my eyes. I drop to my knees. The sadness overcoming all else. It pains me to see my little brother in this room. Even with Kirito and the other victors aiding him, I don't see how Iain will make it. He's such a peaceful soul. "I love you Iain. You're my brother. I'm sorry you're in this position. I should have tried harder to volunteer."

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[Knuckles]

Iain Miristioma

I'm at war with the world cause I Ain't never gonna sell my soul I've already made up my mind No matter what I can't be bought or sold

"I'm so sorry, Iain." His voice breaks through the air, and I feel myself break. Tobias was standing behind me. I could almost hear the tears falling down his face with each ragged breath. But somehow I have to find the strength to remain strong. To show him that I haven't given up, yet deep inside I know this is the last time I'll ever see him, and Tobias has to know it too. I'll never forget the imagine of him fighting against the crowd and the peacekeepers to get to me on the stage - his effort was futile. I know he tried. I know he wanted to save me because he promised to protect me, but neither of us could see into the future. He never knew we'd be in this room right now saying goodbye to each other. Yet here we are. Trapped behind a door with peacekeepers standing outside. "I love you, Iain. You're my brother. I'm sorry you're in this position. I should have tried harder to volunteer." Turning to face him, I see him. Tobias, once so strong is now shattered into pieces. Slowly I walk towards him, my leg dragging behind me. Not once has it stopped me from living a close to normal life. But I can't hide the fear lingering inside my body as I take a seat on the floor next to him. "Tobias." Just saying his name destroys me. My entire world collapses around me leaving me trapped in the shadows of an abyss forming in front of me. Tears stream down my face as I wrap my arms around him. "I love you. I love you so much more than words can say." Trying to be strong only works for a moment because in the blink of an eye I find myself blubbering around. Floundering about. "Tobias, I'm so scared." My voice just a whisper in the midst of a raging storm as my head drops forward. "Please, don't blame yourself. Please, brother. I saw you. I know you tried. But please don't blame yourself. I beg you, Tobias. I beg you." Lifting a hand towards my face, I wipe the tears away because right now Tobias needs me to be strong, and I need him to be strong for me. I just hope this isn't the last time I see him.

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Tobias Miristioma Seventeen | Male | District Eleven

Iain. He knows I tried. I suppose its better than nothing. He knows that I'd do anything for him. Volunteering in his place is what I wanted to do. No hesitation. For whatever reason though, I was held back by the peacekeepers. Maybe President Snow wanted this years district eleven tributes to be weak. One of them related to a victor. I dare not bring up the accusation. Iain needs me. "I do though. I blame myself for not being able to help you. Enough of that though. I wouldn't want this moment to be remembered only for sadness. I brought you a surprise." I'm sure he can smell it. I brought a cherry pie for him. It was to be a surprise at dinner. I know how much he likes cherry pie. I made it for him with my own two hands. It'll probably taste terrible, but I know he'd appreciate the effort behind it. I offer him a slice now. "Iain, I brought you a slice of cherry pie. I made it in surprise until.... well you know. I hope you don't throw it up." Even now, I can find something to laugh about. I'm never going to give up on my brother. We've had great times. He'll go to the arena and survive. We'll continue our lives and have more moments worthy to be remembered. I love him with my all my heart. I will not let him think he'll die. "I know the pie wont measure up to the delicious food you're sure to taste soon." There's one more thing I brought with me. Something for him to go into the arena with. The hand-carved spoons we made together before I lost my arm so long ago. I have the one that I made personally. It'll be Iain's now. For him to remember me by. "One more thing. I brought you something to always remember me by. My hand-carved spoon that I made a long time ago. Remember? We had a lot of fun making them. I want you to have it." I still remember how much happiness it brought Iain for us to do something together. I don't mind giving him the spoon. He'll find strength in it. The strength he needs to never give up. I know he'll make it home. Kirito will do everything he possibly can to ensure his survival.

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[Knuckles]

Iain Miristioma Fourteen | Male | District Eleven | 72nd Hunger Games

My mind races trapping many thoughts in the back of my mind as Tobias pushes the blame away from himself, but the moment he talks about a surprise, my entire body jumps for joy as a sweet sense fills my nostrils. And I find myself smiling as he pulls out a piece of cherry pie. Tears of joy stain my eyes threatening to fall down my face. It's nothing much, but I love that he tried to make something for me. I love that he spent time doing something nice for me, and he wanted to surprise me with it this evening as we ate plant soup together, but fate had other plans. "Tobias! I love it!" I exclaim quietly because I don't want anyone outside this room to hear me. I take the pie from it slowly taking a bite of it allowing the cherries filling to fill my mouth. This is delicious. I think to myself as I stare at it longingly. What I would do to be sitting at home chowing down on plant soup with Tobias by my side "It's so delicious." I add in before he says it won't measure up to the food I'm going to be receiving in the Capitol. "Tobias, nothing will ever compare to this. It's amazing. It tastes so good." That's when he pulls out the spoon. My heart sinks into the pits of my stomach. I remember carving these with him. I remember the laughter we shared, and the joy we had together. I remember the time when I almost cut my own thumb off out of pure stupidity. It's all the small things, the memories that hold us together. "Yeah, I remember. All the laughters. The joy. Do you remember me almost cutting my thumb off?" I ask curiously as I hold the spoon tight to my body. For some people this would only be a spoon, but to me it holds so many memories, and I plan on using this to help me through the arena. I will hold it tight to me because with it I feel Tobias will be beside me helping me journey through the games. "Thank you, Tobias. I'll take amazing care of it." I say before looking down at the pie sitting in my hand. "Do you want a bite? I know it's just a piece, but we could share it?" I've always shared with him. No matter what. No matter the amount of food because love and the will to survive can conquer it all.

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