bit coyne. (![]() ![]() @ 2014-03-21 17:23:00 |
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“Come inside now.” Bit and his brother follow his mother’s orders, taking their toys with them. Bit wants to complain about wanting to play inside like everyone else. He watches his mother go down the street, ushering the other children into their homes. Two minutes after his mother comes inside, the firebombing starts. He sits in the cool bathtub with his older siblings, his eyes shut tight.
“It’ll be over soon,” his sister whispers in the dark, they can hear noises from outside and luckily their house isn’t hit.
~*~
Bit peers into the living room, his mother sent him to bed, but when the door opened, he found his way on the edge of the living room, listening. It’s his grandfather, he doesn’t see him as much as he used to, his mother doesn’t say much but he knows that he’s doing something wrong. Something to do with the revolution. Something the Capitol doesn’t like.
He tries to listen but he only catches a few words before his sister comes and ushers him away.
~*~
“Tracker jackers,” the boy next to him, Data Hacker whispers. They’re sitting on what was left of a wall as the bodies are brought in, bright and puffy. They don’t look like humans anymore, they look like monsters.
Bit wonders where they were that they have come into contact with them, are the Capitol and their mutts that close? There isn’t an inch of woodland anywhere near the main center of three, where did they come from?
Before he can ask though, his mother comes and whisks him away, as he’s moved he takes one more look at the bloated bodies.
~*~
Thirteen. The end. They won. Punishment.
Those are the topics that swirl around, but Bit can’t tries not to think about them too much, especially not as he watches his grandfather’s brains blown all over the steps of the Justice building. His mother doesn’t cry, no one cries. At least not until they get home and no one can accuse them of being sympathetic.
~*~
A hand reaches into the bowl and Bit hears his name called out, somehow he doesn’t throw up or pass out on his way to the stage.
He isn’t a child anymore, not if what he saw in the Arena the previous year was any indication.