You must lay some flowers on my grave [ VT: flynn & callan ]
Apr 25, 2021 7:01:20 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Apr 25, 2021 7:01:20 GMT -5
I stood on a platform, my back sweating, a banner with Nanette's smiling face behind me. When I had first arrived peacekeepers had ushered me towards the platform, asking about my mother and if she would be attending. I had brushed them off, fingers aching to reach for the flash in my upper coat pocket. I had been taken by my sisters face, her name and district printed in bold neat next.
Fresh tears had threatened to form at the corner of my eyes as I took in the smile which she worse, the blue in her eyes and the softness in her cheeks. In this image she did not have a hole in her head where the butter had exploded her brain. In this image she looked like the girl I had seen a couple days before the reaping, coffee in hand and begging me to come see mum. I had waved her off with a rough pat on the head before punching her shoulder as I said goodbye.
That was the last time I saw her, dissapointment hidden behind a wide grin and she waved me off before turning towards home. Swallowing hard I had turned away, fighting the burning desire to take the flash from my pocket and down it right here and now. The sweat on my back runs down my skin, and I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for the briefest moment, I could do this.
Soon the district hall doors open and people spill out onto the stage. It doesn't take more than a heartbeat for me to spot the boy that Nanette had held, holding him tight as she wiped away tears and blood. Flynn Garner. The boy that had been by her side right until the morning she had brushed a kiss across his forehead, holding back tears as she rushed off into the night. I knew Nan, knew her better than anyone, and knew that she left because she would not have been able to face the boy had the time come when she might have to turn her weapon against him. She would not have been able to watch him die, either.
Just like she couldn't bare watching mum fade away into deaths waiting grasp.
I don't hear much as the ceremony continues, all I can do is stare at the boy who had been with her in her last days. All I could do was see the gun pressed against her brow. All I could hear was the bang as it went off. The thud of her body. The echoing of the canon.
All I could think, selfishly, was that I wished it was her standing on the stage, and not him.
Instantly I banish the thought from my mind, because I knew that she would be glad that Flynn had survived, that she died in order for him to live.
The ceremony ends and the victor disappears into the hall, the doors closing loudly behind them. The square begins to empty but I am left standing, staring at the closed doors, my sister smiling brightly behind me. Traditionally the families would join the victor for dinner, but I can't bring myself to step into the hall, instead I take a seat, fingers digging into my pocket I pull out the flask. Flicking open the lid I take a long deep drink.
And I wait.
The sun begins its long decent, kissing the horizon before the doors open again and the victor steps out into the square. Pocketing my flash I slip from the stage, dusting my pants as I make my way over to him. "Flynn Garner." I say, my voice slightly slurred from my slight intoxication. "My sister died for you." Not exactly how I had impinge the conversation starting, but a consequence of drinking was the loss of a filter. It is not until I stand a couple paces from him I really see how young he is. Nothing more than a child, barely into his teens.
I think I see now, why Nan had chosen to align herself with him. She wouldn't have been able bring herself to kill a kid.
"Callan Carter," I reach between us, offering my hand.