footsteps towards silence {sapphire & torren}

[Arrows]

Cold cruel hands compress around your Mother's arm, a needle the weapon of their choice. Several sets of screens switch between various vitals and you are there as the constant. On the days where she smiles and sings, you are there by her bedside. On the days where she withers and recoils in pain, you are there by her bedside. Through it all you were the one eternal constant. And even now when she visits your thoughts unannounced, you remain. What a life you have lived. You take your anger out on a nearby dummy, its severed limbs falling to the floor.

Did it make you feel better?

No.

Instead your eyes search for something to stir anything else up within your soul. Ridley is nearby, but you can't become reliant on her. She speaks of home with a wish of returning. She has no space in her mind for a boy who's life is the one which stole her from her home. You look elsewhere, still searching for something outside of the emptiness. There's the Hailshams, but you've been by one already and you often aren't up for repeating yourself. You need something new. The search continues. Finally, a pause.

Sapphire DeCaria should your memory serve you accurately.

From the first moment you watched her awaken before the eyes of the Capitol, she has held a spark to the flames of your fascination. To be honest, you aren't entirely sure what draws you towards her. Perhaps it's the strength she seems to wear as a sheen upon her skin. Maybe it's the will you can see simmering within the seas of her eyes. She wants to live while you've come to die on your own terms. Yes, this antithesis is what intrigues you. Oh how you loath when things get boring.

She leaves the center, most likely returning to her floor. You could wait for the next day, find the right moment to approach her. Or you can do what your feet already have begun, head towards the elevator. If she isn't on her floor the worst that could happen is some avox attempts to throw you out. But a single knife can simply solve such a small problem. Luckily the ride is short and it doesn't seem like there are any avoxes around. Thus only one other question remains, is she?

Steps spur from a nearby hall and a shadow becomes a figure. Surely enough, it's Sapphire. You throw on your typical smirk as you walk over and stare out of the large windows to the Capitol. Your fingers fall in tender taps against the glass. Already the thoughts of your Mom are fading out of the foreground.

"Oh sorry, I was getting tired of watching the others down in the center. I figured I could something more interesting to do."

You drop your hand from the glass and turn now to face your fellow tribute fully.

"So, are you interesting at all?"