Just wait a little longer okay ? We’ll be able to yell at each other again soon.
Won’t be long Junnie. Or at least I hope so.
doesn’t stop here | Kyuhyun/Ryeowook/Kiseop
..Maybe I should have took Kyuhyun to go with me outside…but then again if a tribute were to attack, I don’t want him to get in a worsen state… Ryeowook paused as he came across a split path. ….Left or Right? …It’s definitely left. Ryeowook began to stride down the left path when, suddenly, his mind decided to play tricks on him once more. A feeling of getting the wind knocked out of him hit Ryeowook square in the chest, making him stagger back. A faint whisper of ‘I’m gonna get you’ and the sudden illusion of the same…thing he saw back when he was with Kyuhyun finally changed Ryeowook’s mind. Nope, nope! It’s right! It’s definitely the right side! Of course it’s the right side, right is always right! Ryeowook hastily began to jog his way down the right lane, failing to notice the figure of a tribute right by him.
After a minute or two, Ryeowook lowered his pace from a jog to a speed walk. I really wish I stayed with Kyuhyun now…. And, on top of that, he wished he was back in District 8…or even better, gone from Panem. He was sick of being trapped in arena where he had to worry everyday about getting brutally killed, tired of having to sleep on the damp flooring of the tunnels, and he definitely detested having to get his food from scratch with hunting and all that jazz. Did he even deserve to live in a condition like this? Noo, all he did all his life was go to school, study, draw, play with Jungwook, design crap for people who anticipated his own death and, to top everything off, his family-no his whole district got low incomes even though they were the reason why the Capitol citizens were kept warm and comfy on a cold day and have things to cover their stupid bodies! So why, why did he have to pay the price for some other people’s stupid decisions on trying to rebel against the Capitol even though he did nothing?! Couldn’t the Capitol just go ahead and kill all the rebels and then brainwash everyone else to forget about the failed rebellion? They had the technology to do so, Ryeowook was sure of it. Not only that, but why did he have to be born in some goddamn awful place called Panem? What crack was the creator on when he decided to make Panem? And Ryeowook doubted that he did anything bad in his past life to end up making him go to this hellhole.
So caught up in his frustration on the Capitol, Ryeowook forgot that he was walking aimlessly in the tunnels. When he finally snapped out of his thoughts, Ryeowook’s bitter expression turned into a face of confusion. …Where was he now? Did he wander off too far? Should he just keep on walking? Maybe. Ryeowook was about to turn to the left when, suddenly, a murmur of ‘You sure you wanna go that way?’ rang inside his head. …No. Ryeowook continued to trudge forwards, until something caught his eye.
He hit a dead end.
A huff of irritation left Ryeowook’s lips as he hissed ‘I knew I should have went left in the first place!’ under his breath. But, when he turned around, he was in for a surprise. Eyes. The first thing he saw were eyes. Full of hatred and malice while, in opposition, Ryeowook’s own eyes were wide with fear and paranoia as he pushed his back against the wall. His blood ran cold, his breath hitched, and he even began to shiver in fear as he realized the situation he was in and that the other tribute’s fury was obviously directed at him, only at him.
Ryeowook didn’t fail to know why though as one word reason ran through his mind.
If Ryeowook made an educated guess, this guy in front of him was obviously Kevin’s ally and he wanted revenge. Revenge on Ryeowook. Revenge for killing Kevin. Ryeowook slowly reached a hand over to his pocket but his mouth went dry as he suddenly realized. He didn’t take the dagger. He was screwed. Frozen in fear, there was only three things Ryeowook was able to do right now. Turn his head to the side, screw his eyes shut as he expected the other tribute to make a blow on him, and, finally, send out a desperate scream for Kyuhyun.
And, without a doubt, those were exactly the three things he decided to do.
“Come on, make your damn decision”, Kiseop thought to himself as the confused tribute kept switching from left to right. In the end, the latter one decided to run towards the right. Perhaps he thought he’d be safer going this way, but Kiseop would have ran after him no matter what direction he’d taken.
Kiseop followed each and every step the other tribute would take. Thank god he knew how to be discreet. It’s so much easier to sneak up behind someone and follow them when you’re able to do it silently.
The tributes didn’t have to run for so long, they realized as they noticed a wall facing them.
That’s right, they reached a dead end, and Kiseop was blocking the way. So there’s no way the other tribute could escape, unless he fought his way out, but the terrified look in his eyes said he’d be too scared to do that.
“This is your only chance, Shitseop. Don’t screw this up like every other thing you’ve ever tried to do in your life.”
Kiseop felt this inexplicable energy inside him. Euphoria wouldn’t be the right term to describe the feeling, but the level of intensity was the same. He felt a sudden boost of motivation burn up inside of him, like nothing could ever stop him. Motivated to kill that other tribute, no matter how wickedly sick this would be. It’s like he wasn’t Kiseop anymore. He was on fire. Unstoppable. The sweet, gentle, quiet and mysterious Kiseop who was too shy and afraid to just say hello to a classmate. This Kiseop didn’t exist anymore. He was all gone.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but,” Kiseop grabbed his fellow tribute by the collar and pushed him forcefully against the wall. “You’re the one who killed Kevin, am I right ?”
I miss you Vinnie.
I will! I wiil! PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO!!!!!!! D’:
I’ll try Kevin I promise. I think I found out who killed you so don’t worry about me ♥
from D6: I’M STILL HERE KISEOPIE!!! I’M ALIVE *cries cause I can’t speak with you anymore* TTTTTTT-TTTTTTT
How did they bring you back to life ?
Gosh this is so weird, but I’m so glad you’re safe. Get well soon Vinnie, okay ? I miss you :c
Oh well, friendship was cool while it lasted.
Ryeowook wandered down the dark halls of the tunnel, giving off a small sigh. Occasionally, he would glance back, just to make sure no one was following him, or to make no hallucination was going to haunt him. Once he made it to the ladder, the nation’s anthem began to play. Wow, just in time. What nice timing I have. Now he’d have to go ahead and see the District 6’s tribute’s face hovering in the sky. Great.
Once he climbed back to the surface area, Ryeowook crawled over to a wall and stared up at the sky. Alongside the District 6 boy tribute, who’s name was Kevin apparently, the face of the District 6 girl flashed right by him. How ironic. Both District 6 tributes died on the same day, but not from the same person at least.
”..I’m sorry I killed you, Kevin…” Ryeowook murmured as he began to twiddle with his silver bracelet. Then, he remembered that he shouldn’t be staying outside for too long. Kyuhyun was waiting for him back in the tunnel and Ryeowook did promise that he’d come back as soon as possible, without anymore scratches and bruises on himself. Getting up, Ryeowook dusted himself off before he began to walk back to the tunnel entrance. Once there, Ryeowook heard a small rustle and quickly directed his attention to the side of him, and maybe it was his mind starting to play tricks on him or maybe it was just too dark, but he didn’t see anything. It must just be some animal or something… Which added more of a reason to quickly make his way back to Kyuhyun, or else some rabid animal might attack him.
He climbed back down the ladder and back to the world of the underground and proceeded to look side to side. ….Which way did he come from again? Ryeowook was never the best in direction. And this is why you should have taken Kyuhyun with you…. Ryeowook mentally scolded himself. Finally, going by his instincts, Ryeowook trudged on, unaware of his surroundings, or the fact that Kevin’s ex-ally just so happened to be following him….
The steps were getting louder and louder, which meant the other tribute was closer to Kiseop. He was about to get up and run away until something else distracted him : the national anthem along with the Capitol seal hovering in the sky, soon to be replaced by the faces of dead tributes. Both tributes from District 4. A beautiful girl from District 5. Another girl, this time from District 6, just as gorgeous as the previous one. Her name was Jia. Kiseop couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. Maybe Kevin knew her. Maybe Kevin and Jia were friends. It must be so painful to lose a friend because of this cruel, inhuman thing they refered to as the hunger games.
It didn’t take long before Kiseop truly understood how it felt to lose someone you loved. A tear rolled down his cheek, followed by a second and a third one, as he watched Kevin’s face briefly appear on the floating screen. Kevin. Kevin. Why Kevin ? This wasn’t fair. He was the first real friend Kiseop ever got, and he just disappeared like that. Tears kept streaming down Kiseop’s face, it was unstoppable. How could he have let that happen ? Was it that hard to go outside and check on Kevin ? But no, he just sat there expecting his friend to come back safely. Because obviously no one ever dies in these games ! We all come out of there alive ! “Nice job, fucktard”, Kiseop mentally shouted at himself for letting his only friend die. He was so angry. Angry at himself, angry at the Capitol, angry at his stupid ancestors and their pointless rebellion that only made things worst.
Kiseop’s frustration went sky high when he heard a voice, the same feminine high-pitched one from earlier, say “I’m sorry I killed you, Kevin…” Sure he did sound pretty regretful, but he still killed Kevin. He still drowned him. And Kevin certainly did not deserve this.
Kiseop tried to follow the steps he heard earlier, which most likely belonged to the one who killed Kevin. He was going to have his revenge.
sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me