Everything Has Changed (Kylie Hudson, District 2)
Aug 1, 2013 14:49:47 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2013 14:49:47 GMT -5
As Kylie dropped to the ground, she felt the prickle of the grass against her skin. Wet drops of silky dew topped each blade of grass perfectly. She giggled as she rolled around, and her hand met her sisters. "Maddie, I never want to leave!" she exclaimed. "Neither do I! But Mommy will get angry if we stay any longer." Kylie nodded. "One last game?" she asked. "Then we go home!" Madison nodded and they prepared themselves to be whisked away to Candyland to play with the Sugar Plum Fairy...when they clasped each other's hands, pretending to be somewhere was easy. Kylie felt herself being pulled down into the trance and soon she was in perfect rhythm, playing, a little girl, carefree, oblivious to the dark future she had lying ahead of her.
Kylie thought about this. Was it really only three or four years ago that she and Madison and Georgia were a happy family? Who had just moved on from their sister's death and were ready to start again? Then Georgia died, but Kylie still had Madison, her best friend and sister. Then Madison died. And now Kylie was sentenced to death. The Hudson girls had been torn apart, the god of death had held a grudge on them from the start, and now the deal was confirmed. Kylie was the last girl left. The last of the team four they had years ago. That turned into a group of three and stayed that way for a long time. Now only Kylie remained, and her soul was a small crystal spot in her chest. So many little bits had been ripped from her soul as deaths occurred. Dying isn't the worst thing. The person who's dead isn't the unluckiest. Sooner or later their death would be all over, however long it was, however painful, it would be over. But what they left behind on the world was much worse. Huge dents in the souls of those close to them.
Kylie's soul was so close to ultimate destruction it was uncanny. Perhaps this reaping had been a stroke of luck. However, Kylie would try, because she knew deep inside her heart that Georgia, Madison and Clover, they would have wanted her to try if they'd have seen her now. Thrown into the Games like Georgia and Clover. It was all talk of Panem now, the third Hudson girl coming into the Games. How the odds weren't in that family's favour - reaped three times and died twice. There was no more obvious way of saying that Kylie was doomed to die. She knew it the minute she had been called out at the reaping.
However, you couldn't kill those who were already dead, could you?
When the mechanic lady's voice rang through the silence-ridden room, Kylie stood up, not acknowledging her district partner. She walked through and entered the room where the sessions took place. "Hi, I'm Kylie Hudson, I'm from District 2 and I'm twelve. You may remember my sisters. Clover Hudson from the 25th Hunger Games and Georgia Hudson from the 27th Hunger Games. They both died. My sister Madison died from a fever back in the district. I'm the only one left. And I'm going to make them all proud."
After her greeting, she walked towards the gauntlet first. "I need an instructor over here," she said politely, and a tall man came and picked up the club. She climbed up onto the first step of the gauntlet, and when told to, she began running. As she leaped forwards, she blocked serious damage with her hand and crashed against the next obstacle, then got up to the sight of the club heading towards her. She dropped back to the floor and scrambled up again. Drops of sweat formed on her forehead as she jammed another hand down and dodged the club, also swerving to the side to get to one of the towers again. She sprinted and got a good few steps before the club came swinging at her again. She breathed heavily, panting at a fast pace, and dodged the club, bending her body backwards, causing an agonizing pain in her spine. After the club was out of her way, she jumped like a cat towards the final spot then clambered off. Her face was flustered and she was breathing heavily. The instructor gave her some water and she downed the glass. Then she moved towards the throwing knife station.
She selected her knife carefully. She'd trained for years in knives. She knew whichever one she chose, she could wield it well. But she chose the sharpest but smallest knife. That was perfect for her. She made sure she gripped the knife carefully, making sure there was no way it could slice against her palm when it raised up. She launched it forward and watched as it ripped through the fabric of the dummy and lodged itself into the heart. That's just how my instructor said was the 'simple' way. Not impressive enough, she thought. She grabbed two knives in one hand, one in the other. She simply threw one in one direction, threw another in the other direction, turned around and threw the knife sideways as she spun back around. All three were in the neck, where it would cut that vital part and kill the tribute. She was quite pleased with herself.
"I think my time's up. Thanks for watching." She threw one last knife into the eye of the dummy and left.
(Btw her throwing knife style is a bit like Clove's if you watched the movie, how she did it)
Kylie thought about this. Was it really only three or four years ago that she and Madison and Georgia were a happy family? Who had just moved on from their sister's death and were ready to start again? Then Georgia died, but Kylie still had Madison, her best friend and sister. Then Madison died. And now Kylie was sentenced to death. The Hudson girls had been torn apart, the god of death had held a grudge on them from the start, and now the deal was confirmed. Kylie was the last girl left. The last of the team four they had years ago. That turned into a group of three and stayed that way for a long time. Now only Kylie remained, and her soul was a small crystal spot in her chest. So many little bits had been ripped from her soul as deaths occurred. Dying isn't the worst thing. The person who's dead isn't the unluckiest. Sooner or later their death would be all over, however long it was, however painful, it would be over. But what they left behind on the world was much worse. Huge dents in the souls of those close to them.
Kylie's soul was so close to ultimate destruction it was uncanny. Perhaps this reaping had been a stroke of luck. However, Kylie would try, because she knew deep inside her heart that Georgia, Madison and Clover, they would have wanted her to try if they'd have seen her now. Thrown into the Games like Georgia and Clover. It was all talk of Panem now, the third Hudson girl coming into the Games. How the odds weren't in that family's favour - reaped three times and died twice. There was no more obvious way of saying that Kylie was doomed to die. She knew it the minute she had been called out at the reaping.
However, you couldn't kill those who were already dead, could you?
When the mechanic lady's voice rang through the silence-ridden room, Kylie stood up, not acknowledging her district partner. She walked through and entered the room where the sessions took place. "Hi, I'm Kylie Hudson, I'm from District 2 and I'm twelve. You may remember my sisters. Clover Hudson from the 25th Hunger Games and Georgia Hudson from the 27th Hunger Games. They both died. My sister Madison died from a fever back in the district. I'm the only one left. And I'm going to make them all proud."
After her greeting, she walked towards the gauntlet first. "I need an instructor over here," she said politely, and a tall man came and picked up the club. She climbed up onto the first step of the gauntlet, and when told to, she began running. As she leaped forwards, she blocked serious damage with her hand and crashed against the next obstacle, then got up to the sight of the club heading towards her. She dropped back to the floor and scrambled up again. Drops of sweat formed on her forehead as she jammed another hand down and dodged the club, also swerving to the side to get to one of the towers again. She sprinted and got a good few steps before the club came swinging at her again. She breathed heavily, panting at a fast pace, and dodged the club, bending her body backwards, causing an agonizing pain in her spine. After the club was out of her way, she jumped like a cat towards the final spot then clambered off. Her face was flustered and she was breathing heavily. The instructor gave her some water and she downed the glass. Then she moved towards the throwing knife station.
She selected her knife carefully. She'd trained for years in knives. She knew whichever one she chose, she could wield it well. But she chose the sharpest but smallest knife. That was perfect for her. She made sure she gripped the knife carefully, making sure there was no way it could slice against her palm when it raised up. She launched it forward and watched as it ripped through the fabric of the dummy and lodged itself into the heart. That's just how my instructor said was the 'simple' way. Not impressive enough, she thought. She grabbed two knives in one hand, one in the other. She simply threw one in one direction, threw another in the other direction, turned around and threw the knife sideways as she spun back around. All three were in the neck, where it would cut that vital part and kill the tribute. She was quite pleased with herself.
"I think my time's up. Thanks for watching." She threw one last knife into the eye of the dummy and left.
(Btw her throwing knife style is a bit like Clove's if you watched the movie, how she did it)
