Happily Never After (Felix and Ryfenn)

[Cham]

Ryfenn cried on the Train until she was knocked out cold. She vaguely remembered Felix picking her up. Carrying her to a bedroom. She remembered his arms around her and the softness of the sheets. She had never felt a softer caress before. She buried her head in Felix's shoulder and fell fast asleep...

When she woke the sun had set and she was alone. She crawled out of bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom. There was a beautiful mirror and a shower which She had never used before. It was quite simple and she slipped off her clothes and into the shower, fiddling with the knob until a warm stream was sent cascading down her body. She stood there for minutes as the stream flowed down her face, washing away the tears and heavy emotions along with the sweat and grime. She staggered out after washing her body and hair. Looking into the mirror she saw a scrawny girl with wet ringlets hanging from her head. She opened drawers and found a comb, dragging it through her hair before wrapping her head in a towel and walking back into the bedroom...

She rummaged through the drawers and slid on a tank top and fluffy white top that hung from her shoulders. The jeans she chose had rips in the knees, and she pulled on a pair of compression socked with high top converse. When she turned around there was Felix standing in the doorway. She walked to him and stopped a hairs breadth from him, feeling his breath on her cheeks as she looked up into his face. "Morning" she said softly, trying to gauge his emotions...

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On the train her amazement was not what Felix had expected. Dreams and happiness along with the beautiful tables of food along with the elegantly decorated candy. No, she was curled up in a ball so small with tears streaming down her cheeks so Felix held her there, the hole ride with her small fragile body in his protective arms despite the emotion that welled up inside him. No matter much he just wanted to sink away himself and cry a bit too. To let out from that blank emotion that seemed to cover his face constantly, to hide anything he felt from the Capitol. Emotion was a big thing they could use against him so he tried so hard not feel. To be a robot, at their command. So, with her in his arms he tried to keep a gentle expression on his face that would send willies into the Capitol to show he was as strong as his resolve.

A loud screeching sound echoed as they came to a stop. Ryfenn had stopped crying many minutes ago when she cried herself to the point of unconsciousness. Despite the fact he was wanted to cry too he remained strong. He had intended to live with Ryfenn and love her, despite the fact he was always practicly in danger here. He didn't trust anyone and always had to act happy for the cameras even if he was good at it. With a gentle hold on her he carries her bridal style in his arms, ignoring the buzzing pain that still lingered in his shoulder with ever step. Then there's that limp that is caused by one thing only, his prosthetic leg. When he walks he gives her a light kiss to the cheek and hurries down the streets so no one would see the two together. Someone was bound to, even if they didn't care. So, he carried with all his might till he nearly hit the door at the house he had ready for her. His cherry lips touched hers quickly before opening the door and slamming it shut quickly. He takes her to a nicely decorated bedroom in the back of the house and put her under the sheets and walked out to go make coffee and get out of those clothes.

When he walked through the hall he didn't exactly have that no emotion gig put onto his face like a mask. His lips, normal, but in his eyes there was something that made him want to drop. Something that killed him to the point of breaking. To loose Ryfenn. What if she had cried herself to death? What would be of her then? Who would remember her besides him and her family. If he had died out would be different. The world would know everything and think they care; they wouldn't. Quickly he turned into his room where he stripped down and hopped into the shower in a rush. The cascading water run through his hair and over his scarred body to which he would flinch with every pain that came with the water pressure. The shampoo was spread through his hair and rinsed out in a blink of the eye and with no haste he was out of the shower with a towel around his waist.

With no problem he walked through a wide assortments of t-shirts and flannel that he tried on but didn't wear. It really didn't take long, maybe 5 minutes to find the right shirt. In white text read across the front of the shirt in a dark grey ish color that fit nicely to his body shape once he slipped it on. To go with the grey he chose a bright red color pants, which in turn was very stylish for a capitolite. With that he put on some sandals and wandered to the kitchen to make dinner. His bright golden hair was still still damp from the water that had flowed over his shoulders as he breaded the chicken. Sticking them in the freezer to keep the crust on he walked slowly to Ryfenns room once he heard the click of the shower come on. He stop in the doorway waiting with that same old expression, meaningless and no self worth. Her actions would have told you she loved him, by the way her big Beaty eyes stared up at him. All he had done was lift her off her feet, kiss her, and lean against he doorway.

"I'm sorry if I'm not as- cheery. Any type of emotion... Well they-," He stops himself,they could use against me. So, swiftly I just sealed it with another kiss to her cheek and could feel her breath against his. A whisper squeak from Felix as he bent down and go close to her ear. "I love you.." The words would have tickled her ear as he lightly pedked her cheek again before simply, walking done the hall and started frying his chicken. Rubbing his stomach he finished them, laying them on a plate for Ryfenn and starting on the corn and green beans and finishing them as well. Instead of laying those on a plate on the marble counter he lay them on the table before going to the couch and just sitting there staring at the food as his stomach barked at him. He was going to let Ryfenn eat first, despite that hunger that was eating at him until she can walking through the door. He gave a light smile, too masked and fake. "Good morning sweetheart,"

[Cham]

Ryfenn felt Felix pull her to him, kissing her quickly, and chastely. But it left her mind a flurry. He stuttered out a few words, and stopped as though he couldnt voice exactly what he was trying to say. She lifted her hands to his cheek, her eyes softened and loving "Shhh..." She whispered "I understand" She brushed her thumb just under his bottom lip, and he pulled her body flush against her own for another kiss. She tried to put her unspoken words into the kiss, that she really did understand, and she wanted him. She needed him. But it ended all too soon as he pulled away, and whispered "I love you" She pushed her nose up to nuzzle his, and whispered "I love you too baby" He kissed her cheek softly, and swept down the hall. Leaving Ryfenn's body aching for the warmth he gave her.

She Sighed and walked back into the bathroom. She looked into the mirror once again and found her cheeks slightly flushed. Turning to the side, she pulled up both the flowery shirt and tanktop she was wearing.Her stomach protruded slightly, and her shoulders hunched. It wasnt noticeable, but it would be soon. And especially if she was staying in a Victors house. People would talk. Somehow the Capitol would find out. That was... If they already didnt know... "Oh God" She whispered silently. She tucked her tanktop into her jeans, then sliped back down the fluff shirt. For now that made the bump unnoticeable.

Ryfenn walked out of the bathroom and bedroom, and into the kitchen where she found Felix sitting on a couch. On the table across from it was a delicious smelling meal set out. Her eyebrows raised on her forehead, and she smiled. "Good Morning Darling" She said softly. her smile was genuine and warm. "Have you eaten yet?" She asked softly. But the steam rising from the plate, and the hungered look in his eyes said differently. "Dine with me, I cant eat this all by myself" She said softly as she walked over to the couch, and practically dragged him to the table. She rummaged through the cabnets until she found a second plate, and silverware for the pair of them. She set the table neatly, and Dished out a generous portion for Felix, and a smaller one for herself. She knew she hadnt eaten much lately, and would need the energy, but she also knew she couldnt eat nearly as much as she was sure Felix could. "Go on then." She said softly "Eat, or I wont either. Im sure you have realized by now that I can be stubborn too" She sat back and looked into Felix's eyes, challenging him. If he really loved her he would want her to eat. And the only way for him to get her to eat would be to eat, himself...

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He usually wasn't one to refuse food, the games told him how precious it really was and it guilt tripped him to eating it. This time was different, the feel of it all she laid the food and front of him and was forcing him to eat something for once, he didn't want to eat. The ever so delicious food in front of him was not scarfed down, or even eat properly. His fingers grasped the metal fork, staring at his reflection into a few minutes before playing with the eggs that sit on his plate. He wasn't doing this for his own sake obviously; it was for Ryfenn. Everything he did seemed to effect her too. When he ate, she ate. When he drank, she drank. When he breathed... She breathed.

He quickly pushed the fork to the side, that cold dead look in his eyes that won't let you see the emotion bubbling inside him. This time this emotion was anger and powerful love. He stood before Ryfenn, slammed his chair, and walked towards the counter. "Ryfenn..." His voice showed hints of anger and a softness he reserved for her. "In all my life...I've always eaten something on a plate... But Im not hungry and I'm not letting force me into eating. I get forced enough by the Capitol..." His eyes glanced up at the knives which he quickly and quietly shoved into his pocket; Surely Ryfenn wouldn't notice. "So I'm just going to my... Room ... To blow off some steam," As he passed Ryfenn he planted a kiss on the forehead and made his way down the twisted hall to his room.

When he reached the dark blue door he opened it, slamming it shut and locking it. He wanted to hit something so hard; He took his fist and rammed it to the mirror right outside the bathroom. Glass shattered everywhere and stuck into his skin like needles. He bite his lip, a lot harder then usual as the blood dripped from his fists. The pain was intense, but never worse then his shoulder which still throbbed time to time. Barefoot he stepped threw the bathroom door; An unusually large piece of glass stuck in his heel. On in his left foot, the one foot he had not lost in the games. It looked real but was not so vulnerable as his left. Tears cascaded from his cheeks as he stared into the mirror yelling at himself. "WHO AM I!?!" He fell backwards and out the doorway and into his bed.

"I am done with you! COME AND GET ME CAPITOL!" He pulled the knife from his pocket and made marks with it all the way up his arm, deep marks. One by one he dedicated then to certain people in his life. "To the littlest cut... I dedicate to you Ryfenn..." He cuts very lightly at the start. "To the second littlest cut... My mother," he made another incision into his arm and let the tears flow, just flowing and flowing with no end. His cheeks flushed and a mad red; "AND ANOTHER ONE FOR THE BIGGEST FRIGGIN CUT- I give to you THE CAPITOL," he held the knife in a strange way, the cut deep into his flesh as he screamed out. It had felt as if he had been kicked in the bad a thousand times over so he closed his eyes and just sat there, blood gushing from his only good arm. With what consciousness he had, stumbled over to the door to unlock it, and hid in a corner. His voice was soft and innocent now. "I love you Ryfenn..."

[Cham]

Ryfenn sagged her shoulders, unknowing what to do. She wanted to care for Felix. She wanted to be there for him. Everything he did worried her. The thought of him being alone terrified her. The though of him sick, or hurt, physically pained her. As long as she lived she would care for him to the best of her ability. But he when he refused to eat, the damn it she would too. Felix stood up and walked to the counter, he spoke about being forced, and Ryfenn curled her knees up to her chin. That wasn't what she was aiming for... But before she could say so, he had turned, kissed her on the forehead and retreated to his room. When he slammed the door she jumped and gave off a small squeak.

The scream and smashing of glass sent her running before her mind processed what her feet were doing. She flew down the hallway, and slammed her tiny fists on his door, but she heard more shouts that were muffled this time. He must have been in the more insulated bathroom... Ryfenn slid to the floor, down to her knees. Her forehead and fists still rested on the door...

Several minutes passed before she heard the telltale click of the door unlocking from the other side. That was when she realized she was trembling. Her hand shaking the doorknob as she tried to twist it, but her fingers couldn't stop shaking long enough to grasp it. Finally she took a deep breath and calmed some. The door slid open, and she picked her way tenderly across the field of shattered glass to there Felix was scrunched into the tiniest corner. She heard a small murmur as she dropped to her knees next to him, and did something that surprised even her.

She slid the flowery over shirt off of herself as she began to sing tenderly. "Sleep pretty baby, do not cry. I will sing you a lullaby..." The lyrics curled off her tongue with a motherly caress. One she had used many a time to calm her young brothers. But as she sang, she unfurled Felix' s arms and slowly wiped away the blood with her shirt. Then tenderly leaned down and softly kissed each cut. She felt him flinch beneath her grasp, but not yet pull away.

When she ran out of lullabys to sing, she curled up next to him, and whispered softly "Please don't be so cold. Your not acting like the same Felix I fell in love with... Please come back to us" As she spoke, she placed his hand on her belly that was slightly swollen, Hoping and Praying to whatever God would listen, that Felix would hear, and understand her plea. "Felix I know the kind , sweet, gentle you is in there. The father in you is there. Let that side of you out... Just for a little while?" She whispered softly as she curled her body into his...

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His eyes were blank and emotionless, unable to look Ryfenn I the eyes as she sang to him. He wanted to cover his ears and block out everything. He wanted to go back to a time he wasn't screwed up. To a time he wasn't victor. It was something he commonly thought about and it hurt but it was something he wanted. To feel that pain and escape from the damn world for a while and be in peace. Maybe somewhere up on the skies or below burning in a world reserved for the evil, or himself. His hands were gently guided to the small bump on Ryfenn's chest and he whispered. His voice is as stern as whisper can be and the way he speaks would make you think he was almost robotic. "Im not the same Felix you fell in love with..."

Unable to focus his eyes jolt to the background noise of the television playing. A cannon sounds and there on the ground, covered in blood lay Gabby. Dead. His body started to shake and his eyes went soft. Tears streamed down from his cheek as he sat there, staring at the dead body present on the TV screen. He couldn't speak and he let go of Ryfenn. He tried to stand, grabbing the knife and running to the bathroom. Her cannon play over and over again in his head to the point of insanity. He screams out to no one, biting his lips harder and letting the tears stream over his cheek to stain his shirt. "IT'S TIME!" He took to the knife and stared at the dried blood still staining it. Another thing he used to know and still does very well. A good friend.

Quietly he cut deeper into his wounds and screamed in horrific pain. He'd be dead soon so it didn't matter if he died marked or not. So quietly he looked at his arm and stared to curve the letter c into his arm. More tears stream from his cheeks as he finishes the letter and starts to make out an a into his arm as well. Only 9 more letters. He continued to carve, one by one till he was covered in blood and his felt like the world was spinning. C-a-p-i-t-o-l F-o-o-l. With his fingers covered in blood he tries to wipe the tears but instead get blood over his cheek. He whispers again, unlocking the door and shaking hard. "I love you Ryfenn... But I'm doing this for Gabby. . ."

[Cham]

Ryfenns eyes shot up to the televisions along with Felix's. He began pushing her away. as he rose to his feet. Her arms slid easily down his body, her hands trembling once again. He had picked up the knife, but he wasnt moving towards her, but to the bathroom. She scrambled to her feet, but wasn't quick enough. The lock clicked as she flung her body against the door, tears streaming down her face. Screaming hysterically, "Felix don't do this!" But she knew her words fell on deaf ears. She could hear his cries of pain, and they hurt her as badly as though it was herself instead of him. Her forearms burned with sympathetic pain. and she raked her nails down her skin.

"Don't" she whispered through her tears. But there was no response but the moans of Felix's flesh bending to the will of his blade. She curled up into a now familiar position, but this time she screamed loudly. She couldn't stand the antagonizing pain she heard in Felix's voice. She screamed and screamed til her voice was hoarse, and all she could utter was a whimper. Then the click of the door, and a whisper of his love. But Ryfenn felt differently. She didn't feel loved. She felt anguish. She felt tormented and tortured. She rocked back and forth.

"Don't do it again... Please" She begged. She didn't even know if he heard her. She had to show him what he made her feel. Trembling, she unfurled herself. She held out her arms for Felix to see the light scratches her nails had made. The red puffy patches where the outer layers of skin had been peeled off. Small insignificant clots of blood formed. It was nothing compared to the mutilation Felix did to himself, but she whispered in her hoarse voice "Now imagine if I had used a knife"...

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Jt was something a rage would only satisfy as the words spilled her lips. "Imagine if I had used a knife." it was that one feeling that made you angry for just words and the hurt she had caused herself all because of him. A stupid ass victor from district 11. A boy who uses girls like toys, he gets bored with them and throws them away. Someone who is too stupid to realize he broke the toys himself and doesn't take responsibility for it. He's been beaten for it, bruised, and even scarred. It still gave him no right to hurt them. Watching as the world spun he pushed himself up, feeling drunk and broken himself. "Why would you do that to yourself!?!? Just because of me?" His dark mysterious eyes squinted and glared up at her. The anger just kept wailing up inside him to the point he burst out and yelled in a loud god awful tone. "Tell me why! why!?!?!" His rm were flailing and his pupils, dialated. The red liquid still drips from his arms as his hands touch her shoulders.

With a heavy force he pushes her backwards, into the wall and over the massive pile of glass in the bathroom. He shakes miserably and he can't help himself, throwing a soe across the room and falling to his feet as he watched her hit the wall. The loud grunting and huffing. It was a mess before he knew what he did. Before life gained a grip on him and he saw her against the wall. Tears streamed down his cheeks and into his mouth, the salty taste that flooded his mouth. The still wet blood dripped down his cheek with him, biting down on his lip hard enough to waste more the precious blood he needed to survive. Blood that was so valuable you could sacrifice yourself with it. A vulnerability your body uses to make you weak. \

With all his might he throws himself onto the bed and crawls into a ball, more tears streaming down his cheeks. His voice is hoarse and his words are unpronouncable with that snake that slithers down his throat and makes it hard to breath. "I-I I'm s-s-sorry..." He manages but it hurts, the words that just barely escape him. The words that break him as he shakes in fear he had hurt to a point that is unfixable. "I-I'm sorry.."

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Tears were already falling from Ryfenn's eyes, and everything happened so quickly. He was shouting, no screaming at her. a maniacal, crazy look in his eyes. Hypocritical words falling fast from his lips. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders, and she stumbled backwards until she hit the wall, her head slamming backwards painfully. She let out a yelp, and he stepped back as she slid to the ground. She curled up into a ball, expecting more pain, but not finding it. She looked up and say his eyes wide, looking down at his hands as though they were the cause of her pain. The tears stopped for a moment and she just looked at him. What more could she do for him? Nothing. Right now in this moment there was nothing she could do for him. He shuffled over to his bed, and collapsed on it.

She tenderly stood, her entire world spinning around her. She out one hand to her head and waited for the circles to stop. Then she took a step forward, and put a hand on his bed, grabbing at the knife she knew still lay there. Tenderly she looked at it, and placed the blade to her skin. She whimpered and bit her lip as she slid the blade cleanly across her forearm. "For Felix" She whispered. She saw him look up in horror at her, but she turned, the knife gripped tightly in her hand, and she walked out the door. The tell-tale click of the knob snapping into place was the moment she let the dam break inside of her, and the tears once again fell. Hot and Thick, but she kept walking. Into the kitchen where she dropped the bloody knife into the sink. Then a few more steps and she was outside in the cold in nothing but a tanktop and jeans. Her arms wrapped around her waist as the chill bit into her skin. The blood seeped through her tank, and onto her skin. But still she wandered until someone recognized her.

"Hey your that girl! The one Felix Hades was carrying! But before they could say another word, she turned and sprinted back the way she had come. She ran and ran, whipping around corners, and slamming into walls until she finally found her way back... She slipped into the door, and locked it behind her, breathing fast and hard. Then she yelled. She screamed "FELIX!!!" She was light headed, and dizzy again. The world was turning, and she knelt over the kitchen garbage can as she vomited up stomach acid, nothing else contained in her stomach at the moment. She wretched and wretched, but still he didnt come... With tears forced to her eyes from the acid, she placed her hand on her ever growing belly "We have to find Daddy little one... He might be into trouble..." An with that she walked up the stairs to his room...

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I never thought the anger would become so welled up inside me I would hurt her. The strength and rage that was there, unthinkable. It would never be something I would use against the ones I love, especially one such as Ryfenn. After realizing what I had done- what I had made her do I shrunk into the tinniest ball and just sat there shaking. Her footsteps signaled for once, she had left me alone to fend for myself. It was the games all over again and i'd have to get out of this one way or another. Dead or alive. Whichever it be, was fate. There was nothing I could do to change it. I had no more strength or will left inside one single bone in my body. It was almost the end and that's the way I liked it so I push myself over the edge of the bed and feel the sharp glass digging itself deeper into my foot. I had to change out of these clothes because if I didn't the people would expect it, something wrong with me. Which there was but I wouldn't give that away so easily.

Barely standing on my own two feet the numbing started to kick in and I couldn't walk so I dragged myself across the floor. With each step a new stinging pain filled me and made me cringe and hold back any tears that had decided to form and flow from my eyelids. More blood poured out of the new wounds that were glass stuck into my skin. It had stained my shirt worse then cut wounds I had made myself. Self-Mulitation. It was something that hurt but I needed it to function. To work properly. If I couldn't get that anger I had on myself then I would do the thing I did to Ryfenn. Hurt. Hurt her, the one I loved no matter how much I missed Gabby or needed Infinity. I had to love her and I did but she left. Remember when she told me she would never leave? She lied and this was her punishment. I was turning into the capitol's fool.

I continued to drag myself across the floor along the glass and through the pain, pushing what was left of me up to the sink. Quickly I bend over for a wash rag and put icy cold water over it to wash off any blood that had dried and made me look in worse condition then I already did, dead and cold. My eyes wandered up to the mirror and I didn't see the same person I once was. My face was snow white and my eyes, glassy and dead, a tint of red from the tears that were contained within the boundaries. It would be hard to get up to the balcony without them noticing me. Life was a challenge though and I had put myself up to it by winning the games. A life I was about to give away. Once everything was cleared from my face, arms, and legs I hop out of the bathroom and fall into the bed again. More tears fall from my eyes as the redness of the scrubbing looks horrible. The light stains of blood even still shows partly on my arms.

I take my body, the numbing awkward now, pushing myself to the floor and letting my grip against the bathroom sink fail me. I grip the side of the door and continue to stumble through the door. The crushed glass plunges itself into my feet as I tumble and struggle to keep myself up. With each step I cringe more and more, the red spilling miserably all over the nice carpet. It gets to the point something sharp pushes itself into my stomach as a gulp of blood forces it's way up my throat and onto the ground. I use one of my arms to wipe it from my lip and continue to limp on to the closet. I throw off my shirt while leaning against the bedstand. It lands to the ground in a jumbled mess with rips and blood so with my nimble fingers I grab whatever hanger I can and force it over my body as a new pain sensation spreads through my back. My life was slipping through me like a sanded timer. Each little grain turning to the water and mixing with it till there is nothing left of me.

Once the dark red shirt is over my exposed body I shove off my pants now ripped and stained as well like my shirt. It hits the wall when I sling it and hold my breath. I try to get on the tight pants and somehow am sucessful. I am breathing heavier now and my eye lids are being weighed down. The loss of blood is making the world spin but I limp, falling into the floor and just sitting there for a few seconds. I use the tv stand to get up and wipe anything from my face as I go on. Down the stairs and to the front door while leaving a trail of blood on my way out. The scars that cover my arms is covered by the shirt as I continue making my way to the one place she would see me. The sacrifice I was giving to bring the whole world to their knees. So with what breath I have I make my way to the training center, calling for taxi that actually takes me there despite the look that covers my face.

When we make it there I just fall out of the car and the man in the front seat doesn't question it. He just drives away slowly with a pained look on his face, a look I can barely decipher. I close my eyes and get up, opening them again as I trudge on. Looking up I can see president Snow waiting. I told him I had a speech today and that I needed to look ravishing. This was as ravishing as it was going to get. He did not see the pained look in my eyes, only the true hatred I had for him. The fake speech abot his greatness and how I thanked him for letting me live. So, with my final breaths I made my way to the elevator where it lifted me up and he glared at me, only giving another devilish smile as I was tossed into the makeup chair.

They fixed me to the best of their ability, now wearing a nice suit and tie. I had not let them change me into it like usually because well, the scars and the glass that had made their way into my skin. I pretty much did everything myself, not letting them lay a claw on me. I take another deep breath and stand. I look presentable and like a gentleman, a gentleman who was ready to die. I force myself up now, staring at the man who I am. The pale face, the icy pink lips, and the drained look in my eyes. Now was now and there was no turning back so I hobbled up to the balcony with my hand in my pocket. The knife was there as I stood at the podium and gulped. This was it. I smiled as the anthem played, waiting for my signal as President Snow stood in the sidelines. Then it was my time...

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[Cham]

Felix' s bedroom door was wide open. The glass on the ground had been dragged in a shagged line towards the door. That's when she saw the blood. The lines on the ground. How had she not noticed before!? Her breath quickened, and anxiety built up. Her eyes wide, she ran her fingers through her hair, trying every tact she knew to calm herself, But nothing was working. She lost it and began screaming "FELIX! FELIX WHERE THE **** ARE YOU??" But no one answered. Nausea turned her stomach, but fear over rode everything her body threw at her.

The television turned on, but she ignored it first, but she heard her Felix' s name. Her head snapped toward the screen, and she stumbled over the glass towards it, turning the volume up. "Remember to tune in later today for a special announcement from Victor from District 11. Will this tell us anything about the girl he reportedly was seen carrying into his house this morning? She has been identified as Ryfenn Jacobs also of District 11. Rumour has it that two nights ago She was seen walking into the victors house with him, and not seen departing until the next morning." After this Ryfenns anger got the beat of her. She stood and stepped to the side of the television, and shoved with all her might. "ITS NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS!" She screamed.

Tears threatened her eyes, but anger burned them away. Good anger was good. Better than bitter sadness. But realization shot through her. What was the announcement? She thought she knew. And she had to stop it. She turned and ran out of Felix' s bedroom, then down the stairs and out the front door, leaving it wide open. People stood to the side as she ran, no one got in her way. She vaguely knew where she was going . and stopped only once to hack and cough then ask for directions. Then bolted once again.

Felix was just walking out onto the balcony as She reached the back of the crowd that had gathered. "Felix" she whispered, then steadily as she repeated his name, her voice rose until it was a hysterical scream. "Felix. FELIX!!!" She bellowed. People seemed to recognize her, and once again stepped out of her way. "FELIX! DON'T!" she screamed

But someones hands were on her now, She saw white uniforms and this time when she screamed it wasn't for Felix, it was in desperation for herself as she felt the peacekeepers pulling her away. "No. NO!!" She lashed out, punching, screaming, biting everything and everyone. She tasted blood in her mouth as a punch whipped her head upwards. Then another to her stomach, causing her to double over in pain. A boot to her temple, and everything went black...