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The Real Us || Watt & Spikelet

The anger—No rage, that Watt exuded wasn’t exactly foreign to Spikelet. Watt was angry more often than he wasn’t. Whether he waned to admit it or not based on the day but that anger was rarely directed at her, or at least it never way on purpose. Occasionally there were bad days where she was the only thing he could vent to but she took those days in stride. They were just like the days she had to spend inside because she was afraid someone would startle her and she’d end up punching someone in the throat. The idea that Watt didn’t believe the two of them had mutually helped each other through their broken lives was jarring.

"Watt, I’ve carried you out of more scraps than I can count on both hands." It was strange to her that that wasn’t actually the first example of ‘helping’ that popped into her mind but it felt like the safest. With Watt this angry he probably didn’t want to hear about her dragging him over to her house when he got stuck in a low point, or her asking him to watch animals when she didn’t have to because he sometimes smiled at their sillier antics. Didn’t want to hear about the time, in wake of Lux’s death where they had both so heavily relied on each other through Spike’s first year of mentoring.

There was no hesitation as Spikelet dropped her weapons, even removing those she could have easily kept hidden. Even now she trusted Watt far more than she trusted nearly anyone. However…odd he acted he was still her Watt and if no weapons made him more comfortable then she would be happy. Besides, if it came down to a fight—and she dearly hoped it wouldn’t—she was fairly confident in her own ability to subdue him.

"I don’t want to fight—Just come with me, okay?" Spikelet kept her posture relaxed, as if she were speaking with an injured animal. Her voice took on a softer tone and she did her best to look as nonthreatening as possible. "We’ll get you away from the Capitol, you never liked staying there for too long." She held out her hand in a friendly gesture as she stepped closer. Her footsteps were light, weary of unfamiliar terrain but still steady.

Spikelet had a purpose, she would bring Watt back.

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He had no idea what the intention of her lies were. He knew she was lying. The confusion he felt wasn't due to him wondering if what she was saying was true, he knew it was. It was wondering what the point was. Trying to throw him off probably. The sad thing was that she seemed like she had started believing her own lies. Still he watched as she started removing the weapons that she was keeping on her person. When they had dropped the last of their weapons he straightened up and tensed up when she started moving towards him.

Watt forced himself to relax and wait. Let her think whatever she wanted to think and wait until she was close enough. Let her say whatever she wanted to say. About not wanting to fight. About how he didn't like the Capitol. Whatever other bullshit she wanted to say to try to throw him off. To try to make him think she was on his side.

They weren't on the same side. They'd never been on the same side and it was about time she realized that.

He started moving towards her when she had made it most of the way to him, though he wasn't as careful as she was. He wasn't trying to pretend that he was her friend. He walked with a purpose towards Spikelet, his heavy boots sinking just a bit into the soft dirt of the field. But he didn't slow when he reached her. At the point most people would normally slow to show they weren't going to smack right into a person he didn't. It wasn't a sneak attack because he remembered enough to know that wouldn't be of any use.

She was better then him. So he had to do what he could, and he pulled the knife he'd left up his sleeve out when he got close enough to touch her slashing it down across the juncture of her armor between her arm and her shoulder. It wasn't meant to cause any fatal damage, just distract her.

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The Real Us || Watt & Spikelet

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Spikelet had been deep into ‘soldier mode’ as she trekked across the field until she suddenly heard her name. “Watt!” There was nothing but shock and joy in the victor’s words as she spun around at the familiar voice. “Watt, you’re ali—” She’d only finished half her sentence before pure instinct kicked in and she parried one blade with her own and quickly maneuvered so the other would hit a less vulnerable spot in her armor. The second knife dug into the armor, it didn’t pierce the plate but the impact was still more than enough to bruise.

Staggering for only a moment, her brows knitted together as she brought up her gun, aiming at Watt but nowhere vital. “What are doing?” She asked, confusion heavy, mixing with various amounts of distress in her voice. “Watt—Watt we have to go.” She crouched into a more stable form, wincing slightly at the bruise forming on her chest. Both of those knives weren’t thrown for sport—She’d remembered once when Watt had laughed at her and her mother playing ‘target practice’ where they would chuck random objects at each other to keep constantly aware—these were thrown at vital areas with more than enough force to be fatal.

Very carefully, Spikelet took a step towards him, her lips forming a tense line. “Watt, do you know what’s going on?” Spikelet prayed this wasn’t what she thought it was, that this was some kind of mistake. Maybe she was so desperate she was seeing things, or this wasn’t her Watt perhaps the Capitol had created some bastardized version with surgery to catch her off guard. She stared at the man before her—Trying to find something about him that would completely and utterly make him her Watt.

The build was about the same, perhaps a bit more muscular actually, Watt had always been fit but he had never been one to bulk up like the career victors. The voice was perfect, though the timbre was closer to when he addressed Capitol folk than how he’d ever spoken to her. She couldn’t see his face as well, obscured by goggles but his mouth was visible and even if he wasn’t wearing his usual smirk she’d know that scowl anywhere. It was another expression that was not often directed at her and it set the victor on edge.

"I’m here to help you, Watt. Please, put down your weapons.”

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People spoke about the fight or flight instinct a lot when they spoke of people being scared, or threatened. Watt road the line of both when Spikelet stepped towards him, even though she was still too far away to reach him at that point. Still his hands balled into fists and he took a step away.

His teeth bared and he let out an angry sound as she spoke to him. Like they were friends or something. He didn't have any friends. And that was a thought the Capitol hardly had to twist. Because besides Spikelet, Violet, and Ambula -- and maybe Booster in a twisted way -- Did Watt ever truly have someone who was a real friend? Did anyone ever truly care about him? For someone who hated himself as much as Watt did... it would have always been easy to yank that truth away from him. "Help me?" He shouted at her almost outraged.

"When the fuck have you ever helped me?" Watt demanded pulling his gun off his shoulder and aiming it at her. The disorienting confusion he had felt when he had spoken to Quartz was gone now. He was sure of what he felt now. Rage, and fear, and hatred, yes. That was what caused his finger to stroke against the trigger of his gun. But it was the clear certainty, and the focus simlar to what he had felt when he was seventeen years old and was forced into the Arena that made him hesitate pulling the trigger.

Not yet, he told himself.

Spikelet was obviously under the impression that they were friends or something. She wanted to help him. It baffled him, so he didn't focus on that. "Put yours down and I'll put mine down..." He said furrowing his eyebrows giving her a skeptical look behind his goggles. But that was what he did, slowly he lowered his gun, putting that and the other one holstered on his hip down to the ground. Then his other weapons, making sure to not take his eyes off of the woman in front of him.

If she wanted to come over he'd let her. The thought of being close to her made him uncomfortable, but as long as they were both unarmed he could deal with it. Then he'd strike.

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The Real Us || Watt & Spikelet

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It hadn’t been a surprise when Spikelet was told that she was part of the strike team on the raid of District Nine. She was a soldier above most things, especially now, and Thirteen didn’t waste soldiers just because a medic called her codependent. Besides, this was Spikelet’s chance—Perhaps during this raid Thirteen would capture someone with details about Watt—Maybe they would know what happened to him or how he was being kept. She didn’t dare believe he was safe, or even entirely intact, but she prayed he was salvageable. Spikelet had buried her mother, she didn’t want to bury the only family she had left.

Being out ‘in the field’ as a soldier from Thirteen had referred to it, wasn’t actually terribly different from the Games. The only thing that really felt any different was the gun. Spikelet had never really trained with gun until her time in Thirteen. Guns didn’t make for a good Games, too easy, too quick, just made for a poor show all together. The victor could use any manner of exotic, even archaic weapons but to her, guns had been the exotic one. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t caught on, she even had decent aim when she remember to prepare for the kick. Still, it felt wrong in her hands so she’d taken to simply wearing it on her hip and brandishing a large hunting knife instead, still slightly annoyed they had vetoed her bo staff.

The Hovercraft she’d been on board at the beginning of the raid had needed to make an emergency landing after one of it’s stabilizers had been shot out. This sent a few of the green horn troops into a panic but Spikelet had stayed calm through the landing an evacuation, this was just a hitch in the plan. Nothing disastrous, Thirteen still had the element of surprise and it was more a matter of outlasting these Capitol troops than truly beating them at this stage.

Once off the fallen hovercraft Spikelet knew who she was after, and they certainly weren’t peacekeepers. Grunts like them wouldn’t have information about Watt, she needed to find someone higher up. She even said as much over her comm link—Though she didn’t mention her true purpose only that she was going after a superior officer for intel but it wouldn’t take a genius to make the logical leap to her real reason. Spikelet was quiet as she crept over the smoky earth, one hand finally pulling out the gun but the other still gripping her knife firmly. She had to adjust her stance to acclimate to the new weapon but she wasn’t going to be caught short range with something she wasn’t fully comfortable with but she also wasn’t stupid enough to think she could do any long range damage without the stupid weapon.

A few troops lingered after her but she waved them away, she wasn’t headed towards the heavy concentration of fighting. As much as she would have liked back-up she didn’t need it like the others would. Spikelet was hoping she could just bypass most of the fighting if she could just stay out of sight and that would be harder if she had a group trailing behind her. So she moved across the smoky field with purpose, she would find someone who knew where Watt was or she would go down trying.

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He saw her before she saw him. If he was aware he would know how new that really was. If he had any of his real memories he'd know that Spikelet was always -- always the more aware one of the two of them. But she seemed distracted and looking for something. And him? He had never been more focused. This was the first time he was facing anyone from his past. Quartz couldn't count because he had hardly known her. But Spikelet? He knew her.

What Watt knew of her now wasn't exactly the truth. The violence, and anger, and hatred, and danger that he thought he had suffered through had never happened. But it didn't matter what had actually happened anymore, all that mattered was what he thought happened. So, it was no wonder that his pulse quickened almost to a dangerous speed as he walked along, a few yards away at the same pace as Spikelet. The smoke making it hard to see for anyone, but the suppliments he had been taking, and the goggles he was wearing aided him in that department. He could shoot her right now and be done with it, that was what he was supposed to do. She was one of the people they wanted to take out as soon as possible.

But he wasn't compelled to.

If you were like Watt, and if you were confronted with something that had tormented you almost your entire life -- Well, lets just say getting rid of it quickly wasn't in the cards. Making it suffer though... that was what he wanted. Whether that was what his orders were or not. Apparently no amount of brainwashing would ever be able to get rid of Watt's defiance of authority.

Suddenly Watt stopped walking, looking over his shoulder to make sure that reinforcements hadn't followed Spikelet, before he moved into position a few yards behind her. He walked after the woman his hand moving to the knife on his belt before he finally called out to her. "Hey. Spark." And not even waiting to see if she turned around, he threw the knife, and another one, as hard as he could (which was now harder then he usually would have been able to) aiming for the weak points in her armor.

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The Real Us || Watt & Spikelet

The Capitol Peacekeepers, and Watt, had been in District Nine for about an hour before District Thirteen showed up. They hadn't been expected, he could tell from the chaos and panic that rose from the soldiers on sight of their hovercrafts. But that was good for Watt -- Chaos and Panic was all he was now.

He grabbed a gun from one of the Soldiers shooting everything the gun was holding into the Hovercrafts engine seeing smoke start to billow out. Watt doubted that he'd seriously damaged the hovercraft but he did make it so they'd have to land. Then he walked along the fields that there was fighting going on, as if there was no one around him at all. His handlers hadn't given him a mission and now he knew why. This was what he had to do. Maybe they hadn't expected District Thirteen to show, but of course they would. They would come to the aid of their traitor district friends. District Nine had just been bait, and an easy target.

Watt stood almost a mile out away from the Hovercraft door, almost obscured by smoke, and waited. Someone would see him. Someone would come. Hopefully more than one. Then he'd be able to take down more then one of the people who had become traitors and monsters to him now. He wasn't given a mission when they had arrived at District Nine, but he didn't need one anymore. He knew what he was supposed to do.

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Just a Test || Watt & Quartz

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Quartz watched with wide eyes as Watt was cuffed again. She kept her hands clasped in front of her and sighed softly. She hated it here. All she wanted to do was find Elias and Fitz. She wanted to go home, but she couldn’t. That was the real problem. Could she ever go home again? Quartz had no idea.

"Training?" Suddenly everything was falling into place. That was why Watt seemed completely different from the man she had met before she was captured. They were doing something to believe their lies. They were brainwashing him or something. Her mind was spinning a million miles per hour while she struggled to make sense of what was happening. "Oh…as long as you remember," Quartz murmured. She knew that he was a lost cause now. He couldn’t help her. He wasn’t playing a game, they turned him into a chess piece.

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Watt watched the Peacekeeper as he circled around the room like he was some sort of predator, then glanced back at Quartz. "You should probably go now. I did something I shouldn't have. I think..." He said and a ghost of his old 'fuck the rules' self floated through him as he smirked, "I think this guy wants some alone time with me now." Then it was gone, and he straightened up in his chair giving the girl in front of him an almost confused frown. "I'm glad you're here, though. I'm glad to have someone here on our side."

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Just a Test || Watt & Quartz

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Everything happened so fast. Quartz was surprised by Watt’s swift movements and she began reacting, to fight back, but a peacekeeper dropped Watt with a tazer. What was happening? She was trying so hard to keep her wits about her. If she was going to survive this she needed to play along. They’d done something to Watt and the last thing she wanted was for them to do the same thing to her.

She could feel the phantom ghost of Watt’s fingers where he tried to grab her as she looked down at them. ”Of course they aren’t,” she replied cooly, knowing that the peacekeepers were watching. ”They aren’t anymore. They are traitors to the Capitol. They need to be stopped.” She felt sick saying such things, but it was a means to an end. It was the smartest way to survive this. ”Are you going to keep being angry at me or are you going to remember who the real enemy is, Watt?”

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Watt practically growled at the Peacekeeper that lifted him back to his feet and pushed him back down into the chair he had been sitting in, this time cuffing his hands behind his back and saying something about how he needed to behave.

But he turned to look at Quartz out of the corner of his eyes for a brief moment before almost visibly relaxing in his seat. "I know who the real enemy is, that's what they're training me to stop." He'd said something he probably shouldn't have and he could tell by the ready to use his tazer on him again look the Peacekeeper had in his body language. He bit down on his bottom lip and looked back at Quartz shaking his head. "--Or something." Great recovery.

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Just a Test || Watt & Quartz

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Quartz didn’t even flinch when Watt leaned towards her. She didn’t care. He could get angry for all she cared. She was angry too. She was just better at hiding that fact. Quartz was furious at the Capitol. She wanted to escape. She wanted to join the rebels, but she couldn’t so she was stuck playing this game. It was horrible, but she didn’t have a choice. ”Don’t forget, Watt. They were your friends once. Yes, they’re traitors. Yes, they need to be punished but you can’t pretend that you always hated them. You didn’t.”

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Again, he didn't know how to react to that. To whatever she was saying now. They weren't his friends. They had never been his friends. That much he was sure of. "They were not my friends!" They were horrifying, and horrible. They might as well have been monsters in nightmares for what they were in his head now. But reacting with anger wasn't enough, maybe violence would be. The metal table between them was heavier than the chains of his handcuffs so when he pushed it to the side the chains snapped easily enough that it was probably the plan for that to happen all along. Watt reached out and grabbed for Quartz's throat-- though he was well aware if she needed to she'd probably be able to take him down easily. She was a career for a reason, and he may have been physically stronger than her, but in his current state he was practically useless.

But it didn't matter, because before he got a good grip on her a Peacekeeper pressed his tazer to Watt's back causing him to collapse on the floor at Quartz's feet. Still though he was panting and in pain he lifted his head and glared at the girl. "They are not my friends." And her? Was she?