Bruce Banner (capitolrage) wrote in districtmarvel, @ 2015-10-25 20:13:00 |
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Who: Bruce Banner
What: Narrative/Dream
Where: His hotel in the Capitol
When: A day or so after the Arena Dedication. Minor violence warning.
Cold. So very cold.
He’s lost track of the days now and he swears they’re changing the temperature based on where you are in the arena. Betty is curled up beside him, shivering. They do what they can to keep warm, always still moving and trying to get to the warmer climes. They may be moving in the right direction or they’re going further into the cold. He doesn’t know but as long as they stay together, he knows they’ll get through this.
Bruce rubs his arm, seeing the angry stings from where they ran into the new breed of Trackerjackers. His skin has a greenish cast to it where they stung him and in spite of the cold, he can still feel it burning.
Betty shifts closer to him and he rubs her shoulder with one hand. Then they hear the screams and they’re scrambling out of their hiding place. Faster and faster, running. Keep running.
Don’t stop running.
The scent of blood stings his mouth and he can see a red stain spread across the back of Betty’s jacket. She stumbles but doesn’t fall and they keep running. Over slippery slopes and, in the distance they can see green. Verdant. Trees. Places to hide and warmth. He keeps his hand firmly planted in hers and they make a break for it.
Bruce woke up with a start, hands flailing about in the unfamiliar room. He grasped for his bedclothes, nearly tearing them with his blunt nails. Slowly he unwound his fingers from the velvet blanket and sat up in bed, trying to orient himself. He glanced down at his forearm, rubbing at the green skin that had never quite healed. It still burned like hell all these years later and it always seemed worse after the dreams like this.
He ran a hand through his curls, looking at the empty space in the bed beside him; the place where Betty hadn’t slept for years. If he closed his eyes, he could still remember what she looked like that last night they had together. The night before all hell broke loose.
Funny, he had managed to avoid the dreams for so long but, whenever he found himself back int he Capitol, it was like his defenses were down. Grabbing a robe from the chair by his bed, he wrapped it around himself and walked to the window, staring out at the city below. Soon he’d be able to head home and go back to work.
Even if it was work he despised, he’d do it. He had more lives to save… hopefully.