I'm a Darkhorse You won't see Me coming not until it's too late Wistar Caduceus District Three Voted into the Quarter Quell You Just Might Regret That HGRP Blog Only FC Fran Kranz
Five years after I was crowned victor, I sit in front of the television watching the boy from One be crowned Victor of the 30th Annual Hunger Games. I sit there watching while I clean my gun. I clean my knife. I clean all of the tools in my arsenal. I watch as I shine.
There's a knock at my door. An envelope slides underneath it. I hear the footsteps of it's messenger walk away. I lick my lips and stand up, walking slowly towards the manila envelope. I know what its contents are already, without opening it, but I open it anyway.
I walk into my bedroom and change my clothes. I turn off the television and pack my bags. I slip my gun in it's holster and the knife in it's sheath around my ankle. I put on my jacket and stop just outside the door. I turn back. I reach for my wallet on the table nearby and before putting it into my pocket, I open it. I see her face. I smile.
"I will see you in kingdom come, my love," I say aloud.
I tuck the picture back into my wallet and slide it into my pocket. My fingers grasp the doorknob and I am out the door. I slip on my sunglasses as I walk out into the Capitol sun. I took a deep breath and pressed onward towards the train station.
And this has been my life since I left Three only a year after I was crowned. The life of a Capitol hired assassin. The life I never dreamed possible. And it was mine.
The heat of the cave encircled me as I held Liliah's femur in my hand, blood still dripping from it. I stuffed it into my pocket, along with Acacia's radius. Upon thinking of it, I was suddenly maddened by the fact that I wasn't able to retrieve a trophy from Othello or Nara or even Andre. I grasped the bones with my fingers and pulled them back out again. Staring down at them, I realized that I needed to purge the desire to keep these tokens of my kills. Where I was headed, there was no place for reminders.
A voice came over the arena as if there was a loudspeaker inside the volcano. Her voice boomed.
"Congratulations, Wistar Caduceus. You are the Victor of the Quarter Quell."
The men wrapped their arms around me as I hit the breeze of the open arena. I let out a sigh. As the adrenaline wore off, I realized just how exhausted I was. How thirsty I was. How close to death I was. I closed my eyes as the men lifted me onto the hovercraft. I turned around as the hatch shut... if only for one last look at the place that I spent my final days with her. They take me into a room and lie me on a bed. They put me on an IV. All I saw was bright lights above me.
And then darkness.
I blinked but it was still dark. For how long this went on for, I do not know. Suddenly, something starts to glow in the distance. It looks like... like.. stars. I blink again yet they are still there. I feel a soft touch on my shoulder. I turn to see her face. She is smiling.
"Pixel," I whispered.
"Shhh," she said as she pulled me into an embrace. Her lips pressed against mine softly and I wrapped my arms around her.
"I never thought I'd see you again," I said softly.
"Why would you think that?" she questioned.
I shrugged. "You-you've seen what I have done, the monster that I've become... that I always was really," I said without hesitation.
She shook her head and smiled. "I will always love you, no matter what kind of monster you think you are, Wistar. Nothing will ever change that."
She kissed me gently once more and lingered against my lips for a moment or two longer. I could feel her warm around me.
"I'll always be watching you. And I'll be waiting for you..."
I woke up in a hospital bed in the Capitol. I knew because I could see the city lights outside. I could hear the cheering and the celebrating. I blinked and I saw the arrangement Patrick sent me. I didn't care for flowers and clearly neither did he, because it wasn't that kind of arrangement. I smiled at the memory I'd just awoken from as I stared up at the stark white ceiling.
Leaving her behind was my only regret in life, but it was something I couldn't control. I love her, I would always love her. And she would be waiting for me. Until it was my time, until that day... I would live the life I couldn't have lived with her by my side. And when that day does come, she will save me. She will be waiting.
As the night sky began to grow dark, I stopped sulking and started thinking clearly again. I would always love her and always mourn her, but my job here was not yet done. I took one of the throwing knives and cut up the bridge that was hanging on my side. I pulled it up and began to remove the boards, keeping the rope coiled next to me in whatever pieces I could salvage.
Next, I took a little water from the canteen and cleaned my new wounds, stitching them up as best I could. The shoulder was hard, as I had to do it one handed. Sweat and tears dripped from me as I worked. The sun was finally fading as I finished. I strapped my night vision goggles around my neck for the dark. I had a feeling I wouldn't be sleeping tonight and in case I felt like moving, I could.
I wanted to refuse to watch the Fallen, but I wanted to see her face once more. I let myself cry again when her face flashed up in the night sky. As it did, a star to the right twinkled brighter than the others. And oddly enough, at that moment, I knew she was watching me. Suddenly, a scream emitted from that side of the mountain and I knew that he'd woken up. I knew he realized she was gone and that I was gone and he was alone. I wanted to reach out for him, or yell back that I was alright. But in the dark, the arena can play tricks on you.
"I love you, Pixel Vista," I whispered into the crisp night air as I refocused on the star.
As I pulled the sleeping bag around me, I never took my eyes off that star. And suddenly a bluebird flew past, landing on the ground next to me. If only for a moment, it sang sweetly before flying away. I watched it as it flew, over the falls and towards Oberon. I didn't know why there was a bluebird in the arena, but seeing it comforted me and reminded me of Pixel, although I wasn't sure why. Perhaps the color blue would always remind me of her.
Sorry I never told you
All I wanted to say
And now it's too late to hold you
'Cause you've flown away
So far away
Never had I imagined
Living without your smile
Feeling and knowing you hear me
It keeps me alive
Alive
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