24 November 2012
(All of them so far)
Part 1 *•*•*•*• (sorry it sort of cut short...)
"Zaya? Zaya where are you?" I called desperately. She was gone to long now. "Zaya! This isn't a game anymore, come on!" I shouted now angry, didn't she get the message!? There was a loud smash from downstairs. I ran down to find a bowl smashed on the floor. "For Gods sake! Zaya come out now." I shouted, I heard a small giggle from outside. Shit. I ran outside franticly searching for my little 5 year old sister. "Zaya come in side come on" I said every now and then checking over my shoulder. I saw a flash of blonde hair from behind a tree and then a flash of a black hood. "Zaya! Come here now! " I screamed at her running towards her pulling out my small but lethal pocket knife. "Imogen! Help me!" shouted Zaya from behind the tree, her arms and legs flung around helplessly trying to hit her capturer. "Stop it! She's only a child!" I screamed at the hooded figure that was holding Zaya tightly. I ran towards him knife gripped tightly in my hand. I flung my self at the capturer and he automatically let Zaya go, he span around to run but I jumped onto his back and wrestled him to the ground. "Get off me!" he spat at me angrily, "Sorry, but you nearly took my sis, bastard" I held his hands onto the floor got my penknife and slit his throat quickly and cleanly. He dies instantly and hopefully painfully! "Come on Zaya, quickly inside" I said taking her hand and walking quickly into our little hut/house. "You kill-killed him" stammered Zaya tears in her eyes, "Zaya you know I had to, or he would of took you." "Thank you" she said giving me a weak smile. I embraced her tightly, "Don't do that ok?" I said letting her go and clearing up the shattered bowl. "I'm sorry, it was only hide and seek though" "Hide and seek sometimes goes wrong, especially here." I sighed and slumped into a wooden chair, "Why am I not allowed outside?" Zaya, she knew why but I guess she had to be reminded now and then, for her own safety, "Well... You know Zaya, now up to bed, it's been a long day. I'll wake you up to let you know when I'm going hunting for dinner in the morning, ok?" "Ok, night night Imogen" "Good night" I said hugging her small body and kissing her forehead. She scurried up the stairs and to her dingy bedroom. I didn't like speaking about why we weren't allowed outside. But I guess I would have to speak about it sometimes! There are people called catchers, no one knows who they are because they keep their faces covered by their black hoods and cloaks that cover their body's completely. Every one has their own personal one. No one has the same one, they lurk outside around where you live waiting for you.. Sometimes they get bored or just tired and go back to their base wherever it is. People have to go outside, to hunt to trade. To survive, but most if the tune your catcher is their waiting for you and will try to capture you. They drag you away to their base and do stuff to you. No one survives. Ever. You don't have a capturer since you are born, they can be assigned to you from any age. Zaya only got her's a few weeks ago. I saw him outside, and as I haven't got mine yet I knew it was her's. It's wired that I haven't got mine get. I'm 15 now, you normally first get yours at 3-7 years old. They took my Mother and Father only 2 years ago, they went out to hunt and got captured. Since that I've been looking after Zaya, I haven't had a proper childhood. I don't think I would really want one now, I'm so used to act the parent that I wouldn't know what to do. Children play, I hunt. Children laugh and smile, I don't have emotions for anyone except for Zaya, she makes me laugh sometimes, but it's not a proper laugh just a light one that doesn't matter much.
I felt my mind swirl as sleep got hold of me. I walked up stairs to go to my hard bed, I would need strength for hunting tomorrow.
Part 2 *^*^*^*
I woke up and rolled over to find Zaya at the side of my bed, "Morning" said Zaya "Good morning your up early what's wrong?" I asked Zaya who came and cuddled next to me in my cozy bed, "I had a nightmare, that's all" "What about?" "The capturer, but I'm ok it was just so dark.." "It's ok, you know they won't come in the house. Look I have to go hunting for the week now. See you later ok?" I said getting up and walking over to my pile of clothes and weapons. Zaya curled up in my bed and quickly fell back asleep. I pulled on some scruffy clothes that kept all the heat inside me. I tied the laces of my black leather boots and picked up my knife, equipment for traps (snares .etc.) and my favourite weapon, my bow and arrow, the arrows are made of the finest silver in our town. And the bow is strong wood, varnished and with a long piece of carved bone screwed onto it. On the bone my name was carved onto it. It was all together extremely expensive, my Mother had bought it for me on my 6th birthday, I had been learning to hunt pretty much all my life. It's the only reason I'm alive right now. I walked out the house and pulled out my knife ready for sudden attack. I stepped carefully all the way until I got to the edge of the forest, my place. I automatically relaxed when I stepped into the piney woods, I know I should be on full alert but you couldn't help but feel... Free! I set up some snares scattered here and there and walked to the stream that ran through the woods. When I got there I sat down and gazed into the glistening running water, it was so pretty, everything about it ha it's own life, all working together in harmony. I sat there for about 5 minutes until I heard a noise in front of me. I froze and spotted two fat rabbits. My predator instinct appeared and I pulled out an arrow and placed it on the bow, took aim and freed the tense string so that the thin arrow span through the air and into the rabbit's heart. The other one froze in shock and gave me the chance to kill it to. Two rabbits in what 30 minutes, that's tonights dinner sorted. I picked up the limp dead body's and pulled out my arrows gently. I walked back to check my four snares. Success, one more rabbit and two squirrels! I gathered them all up and swung them over my shoulder. I walked back up to the stream and sat on the rocks humming a lullaby my mother used to sing to me to make me sleep better. I ran my fingers through the icy water like it was my hair. I realised that I had a piece of elastic in my pocket and tied my hair into a messy plait that trailed down my back until it met my waist. I had emerald green eyes, chestnut hair with blind streaks in it, smooth skin which is sadly scarred and bruised. And mostly covered in mud. I scooped a handful of water up and splashed it onto my face making me slightly cleaner, I ran my finger gently over my cuts and scars. They still hurt every single one of them. You don't want or need to know my past. I pulled up my sleeve showing a long deep pink line going up all of my arm. I shoved my sleeve back down and started to skin my kill, all were plump and pin especially the squirrel! I washed off the bare flesh in the stream, tied a piece of string around their necks so that I could hold them freely without ruining them. Just as I got up I heard a sound, not an animal, something bigger. A human. I pulled out my bow and set it ready with an arrow, I turned around on my heels searching every tree and bush around me until I saw a black shadow from behind a tree, I slowly walked over to the tree being as silent as possible. I backed up against the other side of the tree and peered around the corner to find a black hooded figure, I jumped out and pointed the arrow at his neck. He couldn't go anywhere or I would shoot, "What do you want?" I demanded, "You" "No, I don't have a capturer yet!" "You do now" he said in a smooth voice, I frowned and lost concentration for a few seconds and bam! He had me in a head-lock. "Get. Off. Me!!!" I shouted kicking my legs, "Why should I, you killed my brother!" he spat back at me, I flung my elbow into his shoulder and he fell to the ground. "Well he was about to kill me sister! I had every right." "Urghhhh, you have bony elbows" he moaned, I felt a rush of guilt for this boy, as he couldn't move I sat next to him and tied his hands together with a spare piece if rope from my bag, "What's your name?" I asked "None of your beeswax!" "Fine I'll just leave you here for the wild dogs then." I got up and started to walk away, "Wait! Come back. " he called, I smirked and sat back next to him. "My names Imogen Haynes" I said "I'm Peeta Black" "Hello Peter" I smiled "No it's P-E-E-T-A not Peter" "Ok ok calm down! Can I just do something?" "Whoa what?" "Don't worry it won't hurt Peeta." I said chuckling quietly, I reached over to Peeta's head and pulled down his black hood. I was surprise that capturers didn't where masks or second hoods! He had blonde hair with brown streaks in it that hung over his eyes (like a surfer style!). His eyes where deep, dark blue that looked like the nights sky as the light reflected off of them. His face was built perfectly with no flaws to see. I could see through his cloak, that was flattened against his chest, that he has impressive muscles. He was beautiful. "Not that bad. " I lied "Well now I can see you properly your not that bad yourself" he said attempting a shrug but failing. Hold on are we flirting? "So your gonna kill me?" "Well... Yeah" he frowned up at me, "If I let you go, will you try to kill me?" "I can't promise anything" I didn't understand what he said. I didn't trust him either but there was something about him. "You've never killed have you?" I asked "Of course I have! ....... No" he said sighing. I started to unwrap his wrists and took off the string, "You don't want to do you?" "No. " "Then why the he'll are you in a job where you kill people?" "Runs in the family." he propped himself up so that he faced me "You can change it you know." "Ch
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