perfect weapon

"Don't mess this up."

     { he couldn't wait to impale her

       little brunette head on his sword.

       he craved it. }

" - and Peeta,

"Paint?" The word sounds

so foreign on his tongue.

Back in District 2, only

housewives were permitted

to do such a mundane activity.

"Are you gonna teach me how

to bake while you're at it?" A smirk

found it's way onto stone features.

A small chuckle was allowed to slip

past chapped lips.

                   listen closely.

I want one person, one person in particular -

                      Katniss."

                   { a malicious grin spreads across his features,

                     he was completely humiliated, how could he, Cato,

                     be outshone by a mere swine from District 12? }

"Help me slaughter her,

"What would you do -

                for protection?"

       { he wants you to feel hopeless, willing

         to trade anything for protection, even

     "Now, now is that any way to speak to trained

      murderer?"

{ a devilish grin enlightens stone features,

  pure bloodthirst coursing through his veins. }

     "Tell me -

there’s a girl who wears long dresses and big boots that climbs trees for fun; loving the feeling of the sun against her skin. There’s a boy who passes the tree every day who’s afraid of heights. one day she convinces him to love the tree’s & the emerald green leaves and they whisper secrets to each other, he recites poetry and she makes jokes.

there’s a boy and he’s all alone in the big house of his. his parents are rarely ever home & he spends most of his time wanting to just talk to someone his own age. There’s a girl and she’s running away from home and she stumbles upon the boy with ink stains on his fingers living in the hollow home.  

there’s a girl who lives in her own imagination, disliking the cruel harsh reality. one day she thinks up a boy —- a boy who turns out to be her only friend. She doesn’t think it weird that only she can see him; that only she can talk to him & as she gets older she gets more and more exposed to reality until she forgets about him. He comes back yeas later, to save her from a broken marriage — wanting nothing but a smile upon her face.

there’s a boy and he’s got bruises on his fingers because he takes his anger of the world out on other people ; there’s a girl and she’s practising to be a nurse & he comes to her & she helps him, not ever saying anything.

there’s a girl who can talk to ghosts. she likes this; feeling the age and wisdom slowly come off them & one day she meets a boy — he’s dead but he thinks he’s alive. living in his small patch of reality & dreaming of what once was. She doesn’t know how to break it to him and so does everything she can to make his small heart b e a t again.

“ — Can I help you? You haven’t done much aside from just keep making glances at me.”

" - Can you die?

Cato had to make it out alive -

for reasons. He shrugged his

shoulder, not wanting Peeta

to touch him. He had to. He 

had to cut his ties with everyone,

to win. It would be much more

easier that way.

   " - i''ve never been frightened,

       i was born for this, killing. it's

       the only thing i know how to do."

Who knew that death does wait around every corner? So much confusion

ran through her head after when she woke up in the Capitol, and now it was

five years later. The Capitol controlled her for those few months after the Games,

being tested on left and right, never allowed out of their sight until they were finally

done with her. The strange thing was she didn’t remembering anything except for

those few months in the Capitols hands. Now, she was living in the streets

in poverty, practically on the search every day for something to live off of.

She would watch as the wealthy Capitol men and women made their ways down

the street, a look of disgust always painted on her face. She always hated the

Capitol, from how they dressed to how they acted as if the world was perfect.

It was pathetic. As she pushed her way through the streets, eyeing the ones around

her, her deep green orbs narrowed in down into slits. Ignore them, she thought.

He sped up, bumping into passerby as he made his way to the plain girl. Walking in front

of her a ways, the blond glanced back. Instantly, his heart seemed to drop, it was her, it was

Clove. No, it can't be. You saw her, held her as she died in the Arena. Crystalline hues

connected with her emerald ones. Vibrant green, just how he recalled they were. If it was

Clove, surely she would recognize him, or was this just some cruel prank put on by the Capitol?

What would he see next? Katniss and Peeta making out on a park bench. This had to be

Snow's idea, and it only fed his rage.

Would he dare take a chance; walk closer to her, question her even? No, what if it ended up

" - no.

   no i'm not, i can't be -

   there's no room to be

   afraid, fear is not an

   option." He's tired,

   and annoyed with the

   Capitol and everyone

   else.

 " - i'm gonna do what i do

   best and kill everyone in

   that arena, so that i can go

   home."

    “Does this mean you’re      going to start speaking      to me again?”

Peeta asked as he reached for the hilt of Cato’s blade. He didn’t want to admit It but Cato was much better company when he was talkative.

His reply is curt, and said

through gritted teeth. He's

becoming increasingly

agitated, and he needs

to cool down.

Running his fingers through

his hair, he handed the sword

to Peeta, and made his way over

to a nearby bench.

                              ▐ —-「×× 」;; 

             Her smirk only widens, ever so slightly,                            a small tug at the corners of her lips followed                             by a raise of a dark brow.

              i don't feel like vomiting."

  Amusement gleams in crystalline hues, shifting his weight,

  to his left foot.

                                                  Group verse based on The Purge.

Rules:

1. Track the tag: v; an outlet for american rage.

2. Make sure you clear any and all harm with the person you’re threading with.

3. Make sure to tag your specific triggers.

4. Send me your character’s name and FC for this verse. [ Just to make sure we don’t have any duplicates. ]

Annie Cresta - FC: Willa Holland

Hayden Upchurch - FC: Jake Abel

Cato Hadley - FC: Alexander Ludwig

The word stung. It was as if Cato had betrayed him.

     ”I can take care of myself.       If anything I’m an asset.       We need to work together, Cato.”

" - fine. just so we make it clear,

when it comes down to just the two

of us in that arena -

             i will not hesitate to slaughter you."

The brute stood up, towering over the

other, sword in hand. He was surprised

he had even made an effort to communicate

with the baker boy, then again, if it meant

Peeta would stop nagging at him to form

an alliance; so be it.