The Help (Hero and Mai) Jul 7, 2013 15:59:34 GMT -5
Post by Lotus on Jul 7, 2013 15:59:34 GMT -5
Jess had been slightly entranced by the soft melody he hummed, so when he stopped suddenly she soon perked up and was on high alert. It was like the Games never really left her; well they didn't which is why she still had gruesome nightmares and images every time she closed her eyes to the real world.
She watched Clark with confusion as her brows furrowed together as she saw him walk down the stairs. Did he need a drink or something? It wasn't like he had actually acknowledged her or anything, and even if he had, he'd just walked away from her. Did he suddenly realise she was sitting behind him and decided he needed to be away from her? She sighed and hung her head low as she realised he really didn't want to be around her. But the slight depression she was falling into was short lived as her ears pricked at the slightest sound downstairs. Her house was usually dead quiet during the night, and the majority of the day; so what was making the noise? It had sounded like a person, but why would Clark be talking to himself?
She slowly stood up, feeling alone with Atlas at her feet, but she brushed that feeling aside. She slowly crept down the stairs, the feeling of the Games quickly overcoming every one of her senses. She reached the bottom and slowly made her way to the closet room; the living room. She didn't dare turn the light on though, she'd learnt that the hard way. She crept inside and stood next to the wall, hoping she'd gone unnoticed. Her eyes zoned in on the figure on the couch and then the figure standing behind them, but they weren't looking down at the figure on the couch, who she now realised was Clark, they were looking directly at her.
She took a step forward, realising she'd been seen and her eyes shot to the object in his hand as the moonlight glinted off of it. A gun. She slowly swallowed over the lump in her throat just as the figure spoke, or more like growled, "Don't you dare come closer or you'll be dead too." Well, this just got seriously scary, but her eyes started to focus properly and she recognised the man. She gasped and took a shaky step back.
"It's you..." She half whispered in shock. The man she'd seen beat a little boy in the street, but she was too young to do anything. That little boy had been Clark which is exactly why she'd recognised his drawing of him. After the day of his beating, she'd always tried to look out for him, but whenever she drew close to him to try and talk to him and make friends his dad would scare her away. She shuddered at the memory, just as she realised she'd taken another step closer and she was looking at a crazed old man pointing a gun at her head.