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Oh, relax— if you keep frowning like that you’ll get terrible wrinkles. I’m amazed you haven’t learned to take a joke. If you insist on reading inside, how about throwing me a bone and telling me what you’re reading. I’m curious.
I'm not frowning, this is my resting face. He smirked. Closing his book, he looked at the cover before handing it to her. The Hobbit. Talk about getting lost in a book.
Alaric, it’s so much nicer outside. Don’t you get tired of being stuck underground all the time? Fresh air could do you good, you’re looking a bit pale. Well, paler than usual.
..I'm not an outside person. I-- excuse me? I look just about the same as I did when I came here, thank you very much.
I'm not ruining it, I'd just rather read inside.
Dear mum,
I’m sorry I haven’t written in a while. Things have been….. hectic, to say the least. Panem is at war. District 13 lives. And I’m a part of the rebellion, now. Can you believe that? I’m still trying to get my head wrapped around it.
It still pains me that I had to leave you two in your graves back in the Capitol. I do hope that bombing the Capitol doesn’t become an option in this war. I’d like to have something to go back to, though I’m not even sure I will go back to the Capitol.
Atticus lost his hand in the Arena— the 3rd Quarter Quell, and we’re engaged. I’ve never been happier in my life, mum. So much has happened in the last few months and I could never be happier. Of course, there are the occasional nightmares, but those soon pass.
I’ve also been tortured— well, to a degree, I suppose, by them. District 13. Soldiers here. It’s nothing compared to what the Capitol does, but still. It took it’s toll on me, but I’m…. fine, I suppose. I’m just trying to do my duties in helping win the fight for peace. All I want is peace.
I’ve also come to the realization that I am— or was, a murderer. The job of a Gamemaker is nothing but murdering children. How did I not see it before, mum? I murdered children— children just like the ones I used to visit on Christmas mornings in the orphanages.
They come to me in my nightmares, now. All of them. I’m not even sure if their faces are the exact faces of the ones I’ve killed, but I see them now. They’re all there— and they’re all dead, now.
Mum, why didn’t you try and stop me? Why did you and dad try to stop me?
I have to leave, now. I’ve a check up in the med center here.
I love you. Both of you. And miss you. Tell dad I miss him as well.
Bonum nocte.
Your son,
Alaric
Dear dad,
If you haven’t already heard from mum, yes. I have fallen in love with another man. I know you wouldn’t have minded anyway, but I wanted to tell you, even if mum told you already.
I love him. I love him like I’ve never loved anyone else before him. I keep falling deeper in love with him with every single passing moment. The more I observe him, the more new things I find out about him. The more new things I find out about him, the more I fall in love with him.
And I’m afraid. I’m terrified, dad. I’m terrified because I’ve never fallen this hard, this deep for someone. Ever. Not this way, no. I’m also terrified of the future, of what’s to come for us.
I guess I’ll just have to wait and see, eh? Enjoy what I have in the mean time.
Oh— he’s recently divorced. That is to say, that his wife divorced him. I promised I’d be with him every step of the way. Even if only as a friend. Because that’s what friends do. They stick together. Right?
God, listen to me. I’m just rambling now. Sorry. I’ll stop now. I’ve got to go now anyway— Atticus is calling me.
Give mum a hug for me. Love you both.
Bonum nocte.
Your son,
Alaric
Dear mom,
You wouldn’t be very proud of me in this day and age. I’ve hit a girl. I can already hear you stirring in your grave. She provoked me, okay? She kept attacking me, accusing me of wanting Atticus— yes, in that sense. I didn’t know what else to do! It just.. Happened.
I will say that I regret it, because I do. But I will not apologize to her. She needs to learn how to speak to a Gamemaker and realize that with one single touch of a button, I can ruin her entire life. Why would you ever want to do that, you might be thinking. Well. I wouldn’t. I’m just saying that she needs to remember who she’s talking to— as do all the other Victors.
I’m sorry, mom. It won’t happen again, I can assure you.
What about Atticus and your feelings towards him, you might also be thinking. Well. Marcy, the girl, she did….. Get me thinking.
And I don’t know. I simply do not know, mom. I mean, we just went out (as friends, mind you) once so far, and I haven’t seen him since then. But I couldn’t help myself and notice a lot of small things about him when we were out. And now I find myself thinking about him more and more and… He’s married— I can’t. Even if I did— I couldn’t. I don’t know what to do, so I’ve been burying myself in my work.
I miss you and dad still. Won’t stop missing you.
I’ll let you know how everything goes and what I decide, if anything.
I love you.
Bonum nocte.
Your son,
Alaric
Dear dad,
They’ve finally given me my Avox. Her name is Anelle. I’ve got to say, she took my jokes quite well. She’s a jolly one. Thinks I care about her little stories as well. I’ll let her keep believing. No harm in that.
She cooks like mom. No lie— really, she does. I swear to God, the rosemary-lemon chicken she made tasted just like how mom made it. Just. Like it, dad. It was incredible. I’m quite glad to have her.
I’ve given her the guest room (well, one of them.) She was quite surprised, and I can’t say I know why. I mean, where else am I supposed to put her, in a box? Leave her on the couch? No and no.
Onto other matters— I took Atticus on his first genuine tour of the Capitol. We’re not done yet, but I figured we’d take it slow. There is so much to show. I mean— we haven’t even crossed the river yet. God only knows how long that’ll take.
While at the art museum, I let him pull me around, like I’d pull both of you around. I think he’s defined the definition of friend pretty well. I mean, towards the end, he got rid of how proper I talk, which is an accomplishment in itself. He really should get an award for that. He’s a great guy, really. Bit shy. Blushes a lot, but it’s nice. Really nice change of pace for me.
He mentioned Trivial Pursuit that day. It reminded me of both of you. I’m sorry I never played with you guys. If I ever got a rewind, I would. I would play with you and mother every single time. I’m so sorry. So, so, so, so very sorry. I hope you’ve forgiven me. I hope I’ve been making you proud.
Miss you both. Kiss mom on the cheek for me.
Bonum nocte.
Your son,
Alaric
Dear dad- no wait. Dear mum,
I’m not sure how comfortable you are with my saying this, and I’m pretty sure you knew before me, but…. I’m bisexual, mom. I know, you’re probably thinking ‘well it’s about damn time, son.’ It’s taken me a while to come to terms with this. The girl, Marcy, only made me realize it even more. I knew I was in denial. I bloody well knew it. It was only a matter of time.
He really is a good guy. I like him a lot, too. However, he is still married. Mom, I don’t know what to do. I feel like I could wait for him forever. And I might just.
I need you right now.
Miss you. Give dad a hug for me.
Bonum nocte.
Your son,
Alaric
Dear dad,
I’m not quite sure where to start tonight. So much has happened in the past few days. One of them being more and more Victors have been showing up in the Capitol. The other, being I’ve made a friend with one. A real friend, dad. I’m not sure how it happened, either. All I know is one second I’m calling Victors useless, and the next he tells me I’m his first friend in the Capitol.
I couldn’t very well deny him that, dad. He’s a.. Gentle man. Timid, for a Victor. From District Three. Apparently his son died in the Games two years ago. He’s still grieving over it, but I told him he’d get over it in the next few years. Maybe sooner, if he’s lucky. It took me six to get over you and mom.
I know you’d be proud of me for making a friend, dad. I know mom probably wouldn’t think that I could keep this one, just like the others, too, but I think I can. I mean hell, he’s just befriended a Gamemaker. Victors don’t like us Gamemakers much, dad. Of course, it’s because we have orders to try and kill them, test their skills and what not. I could care less whether or not they like us, but…. Ah, I’m getting off track.
How are you both? I know I haven’t written in a long time, and I’m sorry. I’ve been busy. Atticus was the one who brought you both back to me. Atticus Faulks, that’s his name. Pardon for not saying earlier. I have a feeling we’re going to be good friends, for some reason.
Let’s see, what else is there… Ah, yes! I’m supposed to be getting an in-house Avox soon. I’ve been needing one and it’s about time. I haven’t even gotten her name yet— can you believe that? The nerve.
All right. It’s getting late and I just got out of a meeting, so I’m exhausted. Give my love to mother for me.
Bonum nocte.
Your son,
Alaric
Safe Passage - Part Five
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Like A Dog Chasing Cars - One Shot
Alaric’s eyes weren’t leaving the screens. Strange alliances had suddenly formed in the last hours, and he wondered if it was planned. With the way things were going in the Arena, this Games would last a month. Perhaps he could do something to change it up a bit. Discombobulate the victors. Change the sections. Allow the cats to roam the entire Arena. That would kill them off sooner.
It was starting to get boring, and Alaric knew it. It was a wonder Titus was still alive. The strangest alliance was perhaps, Katniss, Atticus, Peeta, Veronica, Haymitch, Finnick, Annie, and District Seven. It was a large one and of course, each victor had their own other little bonds. What they were doing had suddenly grabbed Alaric’s attention, as well.
Of course, he had his own camera focused on Atticus all throughout the Games, keeping his own eye on him. He wondered if he was going to trick them all and kill them the way he killed the tributes in his own Games. It seemed not, only because he seemed to like all of them, but.. One never knows.
It became clear to Alaric that he was actually right. Atticus was going to kill the same way he did back in his Games— but he was’t going to kill the people around him. He was going to kill the remaining few victors left that weren’t in their big circle. So, Alaric watched as the tree was wrapped in wire. He just watched. His eyes were trained on the hands that he so desperately missed. The Gamemakers around him were watching as well, intrigued in what the rest were doing.
Then it happened. The lightning struck the tree. Katniss shot the arrow. The force field blew. Chaos ensued. Hovercrafts appeared. Atticus was taken. Alaric’s eyes grew wide. The control room was in a panic. Calls were being made. Shouts. Explosions in the Arena. All while Alaric’s mind was trying to process what had just happened.
Lightning. Wire. Tree. Arrow. Arrow to the force field. Explosion. Screams. Hovercraft. Atticus. More explosions.
It was all set up. It was a set up. This was going to happen all along. So. The rumours of a rebellion was true. Rebellion. Rebel…. Rebels! The Rebels did this. The Rebels did it. They broke the victors out. They took Atticus. They took Atticus. And suddenly, it dawned on him. Titus and Plutarch hadn’t been back for hours. And they were never coming back. They were a part of this too. It was the only way that this could have ever happened. It enraged Alaric. While other Gamemakers yelled at him, asked him questions, he stormed off and forgot about them. There was nothing he could do now to ensure that the Games would be a success. War had just began. And they took Atticus.
The more Alaric thought about it, the more angry he became. Atticus obviously had a big part in it. And he never told him. That probably hurt the most. He could see why, but still. Atticus didn’t tell him. And he was just going to let them take him away from Alaric. And it hurt.
He didn’t know why they never bothered to cover up the serial number on the side of their Hovercrafts, only that it made it more easy to track them. Alaric found the nearest Hovercraft he could find and commandeered it, determined to follow those— those fiends, and take back what he wanted.
Charged With | Oneshot
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? The world still didn’t know. How many hours did it take to get from the Capitol to wherever the hell those hovercrafts were going? Over twenty-four. It was a long ride. Alaric was determined to catch them, though. He wasn’t going to give up until he got to wherever they were.
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