"What the hell were you thinking?! I didn't train you to loose! I trained you to win!" Jshlatt yells in rage.
"That kill would take zero effort! He's from district twelve, they're weak! Their only purpose in life is to provide fuel for us!" He keeps going, pacing around the room.
"I'm not your killing machine Jschlatt! I had no choice but to let you train me! I was only four!" Bad yells back in anger.
"Don't you dare talk back to me!" Jschlatt hisses through his teeth, leaning his face inches away from Bad's menacingly.
"Why should I, you're not my father." Bad crosses his arms, cocking a brow with confidence. His confidence soon perished from his uncles next words.
"Oh yeah, well thank god for that "accident" then, cause I don't see either of them here." Jschlatt says mockingly, backing away from the shocked brunet
Bad's breath hitched. "You were behind it all, weren't you?"
Jschlatt just grins at Bad, that being the only thing he saw before he blacked out.
END (for now...)
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Love in Despair ~a Skephalo fanfic~ ✔️
FanfikceHunger Games au If you didn't already know I made this as a short story, but now I'm gonna rewrite it as a long story! So Yeah. Also CW-TW for blood, death, talk/ references of sewer slide, violence, strong language, and most importantly ALOT of an...
