☞︎ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 ~ 𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕥'𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ☜︎

~Sacrifice?~

(this isn't edited or anything yet, this is just the first draft. feel free to point out any errors or anything, but just know I didn't skip over it, I'm going to come back to this and fix it all later.)

As the bullet flies towards us, I'm hit with a flashback. 

I'm back in the desert, with Aegis and Victor. We just emerged from the cave, and found the careers. 

Cassia snarls at us, and Oceania is smiling in her insane way of smiling. Then Cassia throws her knife, and Victor- Victor dies. 

It's hard for me to believe that every single person in that nightmare is dead now. They're all dead. Never to return. And two of them were by my hand. 

I blink, and I'm back in the present. The real present. I'm not in the Hunger Games. 

I'm shivering, and I realize I'm leaning on Myles. I want to push away from him, but I'm frozen. I'm about to be shot.

I've always been meant to be by myself. That's my fate. I don't deserve to have friends. 

No matter how much I want them. 

Everything seems like its moving in slo-mo. The bullet is aimed for me. I can tell that it'll be a direct hit to my skull. It'll puncture my brain and then I'll be dead. 

I close my eyes, accepting my fate. I hope it's for the best. The world will be better with one less murderer walking it. 

But another second passes, and I'm not dead. Nothing is black. I don't feel any pain. All I feel is something heavy in my arms... like a person. 

I open my eyes to find Myles in front of me, a small puncture wound bleeding from his shoulder. He looks like he's passed out, which is probably good for him. He'll feel less pain that way. 

Wait- he got hit. He got hit. He took the bullet for me. 

I stare at him incredulously. He took a bullet for me. I didn't think anyone would do that for me. Not in the past, not in the future, certainly not now.

"Myles?" My voice sounds weak, like a sapling that could be toppled by the smallest of breezes. He doesn't answer, though I can tell he's still breathing. 

I look up at the guards, hoping they can see the fury I feel burning in my eyes. They shot my friend. They shouldn't be smiling. They shouldn't be laughing as if I just embarrassed myself. 

I rip off part of the fabric that's still left on my sleeve, wrapping it around Myles's wound. 

The main guard stops laughing, gesturing to one of the ones behind him instead. "Alright, alright. You, tranquilizer. We'll heal them up and put them in solitary. Don't want prisoners getting ideas." He smiles evilly, sending a shiver down my spine. 

One of the guards pulls out a different type of gun, one with a neon-green handle. He pulls the trigger, and a beam of light hits me in the chest. 

I fall backwards, dropping Myles, and suddenly I can't move. I'm panicking that he's paralyzed me permanently, but the guard in front walks towards me, leaning over my frozen body. 

"Not so confident anymore, huh, little girl? Well, don't worry, this is only temporary paralyzation. You'll lose consciousness soon, and when you wake up you'll be able to move again... well, hopefully. You never know." He sneers, laughing. I glare at him, but I can already feel the edges of my vision fogging, and I know he's right.

Darkness is creeping from the corners of my vision like a spotlight focusing in on an actor. And this spotlight is focused on the guard in front, his cruel laugh filling my brain as everything turns black and I lose consciousness.