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I'm no superman pt IINick groaned and opened his eyes. His head was hurting, but it was a dull ache. He blinked and then looked around and realized he was in a dimly lit room. He gasped and sat up and then tried to figure out exactly where he was, because the last thing he remembered was being in the middle of the street.
He appeared to be inside a bedroom, not a cell or anything, so either Simon was showing odd kindness, or someone else had saved him. “Hello?” He called.
Then a man stepped into the doorway, his arms crossed, and he tilted his head a bit. “How’re you feeling?” He asked. Nick didn’t recognize him, but he seemed friendly.
“Alright, I suppose.” Nick said with a small shrug. “But...oh my god, my friends! I have to go.” He jumped up and then started to push by him, but the man didn’t seem to want him to leave.
“Slow down. You can’t run out while you’re as beat up as you are.” He said. “I know where y
I'm no supermanA young man walked down the street, staring at the sidewalk and tucking his hands into his jean pockets as he tried to keep himself from making eye contact with anyone he passed by. He needed to be invisible for as long as he could and, due to a very terrible mistake, he was having to quit a lot of things he used to do and go under the radar. Nick was the superhero of this city, and his identity had been leaked.
Everyone knew now that the completely average Nickolas Fletcher-Hodgkiss was the incredible hero, mainly known as Wonder Boy. Nick could never come up with a proper alias for himself, so he just stuck to the name given in the paper headlines, and he felt it suited him well enough. He was able to protect the city at night, and go to school and play his music at local bars during the days and some evenings. He was a badass, and yet still could maintain his normal personality, but now...now that had all suddenly been ripped away from him.
He couldn’t be the same average joe
Reaping - Alec WattAlec arrived home early from working in the factory. He was feeling a little tired, but mostly he had a lot to think about. Tomorrow was the Reaping, and he knew he was going to end up on the chopping block. Not that he'd give his parents the satisfaction of knowing they had just set about ruining his life, but there was a chance they wouldn't be picked, too. He was truly, honestly hoping their name wouldn't be called.
He walked in the door and he saw his parents speaking together in hushed voices. He frowned, but stayed out of their line of vision and crept up to the doorway, leaning back against the wall and just listening.
"I say we just volunteer." His mother said. "It's not common for people of this District to volunteer. That way we know for sure that he'll be in the Games."
"We might get some judgment for that, don't you think?" His father pointed out.
"I'm not sure that I care, Ivan. Alec is crude, rebellious, and hasn't listened to a single word we've said since the day he lea
First Quarter Quell - Reaping "Theo! Get your brothers and sisters and go outside, would you? Your father and I are about to have some serious discussions." A small woman called up the stairs. She looked almost like a doll, for she kept herself looking so perfect.
A moment later there was a thunder of footsteps as all the children came downstairs. She watched them with a scrutinizing stare, making sure they all were dressed well enough to represent their lifestyle and family correctly. She nodded and walked back towards the dining room area where her husband was waiting for her.
"Alright, I think we're safe." She said with a nod. They sent their children out for the afternoon so they could have a serious conversation about who they were going to choose for this upcoming Game. Being from District 1 they were absolutely intent on making the best choice possible to represent their District and their family. This choice was certainly not a game to them.
Antonia, the mother, breathed a sigh of relief once th
My version of class doodlesHe was so scared, every bone in his body had to be rattling. He felt like they were, anyway. His body was aching and all he wanted was to be with Wesley, but their recoveries had to be separate. Curtis didn't like it, but what choice did he have? He had to get clean before he died from these drugs.
Everyone in the rehab was too kind. They hugged him and thanked him for making the right choice. Curtis wants to roll his eyes, he doesn't trust them, but he's too tired and feeling too sick to call them out on their BS.
He hated the people he saw around him. All tired eyes, sick expressions, desperation, hate, bitterness. Curtis hated seeing himself mirrored in the faces of all these people.
He had two roommates, Ciaran and Bishop. Ciaran loved vodka and cocaine, Bishop loved heroin and anything that would get him high as quickly as possible. Curtis understood Bishop more than Ciaran, but he didn't trust either of them. He just wanted Wesley. So, he just sat on his bed, hugged his knees, an
he doesn't give a damn about me Curtis slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the flat he lived in. He blinked a few times and then winced and slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed and then he just stared off into space, towards the doorway of his room. He wasn't seeing anything in particular, but the entire room was a total wreck. Clothes were scattered around, and it looked like he didn't care for anything that was in his room. Anyone who knew this man when he was younger would be shocked at the state of himself and the room, but he didn't care what anyone thought anymore.
He slowly got up, wincing a little as his knee felt stiff and ached. He just frowned a bit and wandered out into the kitchen area to get himself a beer. This was how his mornings always started. A drink to take the pain away. He opened the fridge and his eyes widened at the state of the fridge. It was almost empty and there was only one bottle of beer sitting there. This was not normal for him and hi
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