Kidnapped {D9} /// 46th quell

[EMS]

Storm Winterselle
Seventeen | Male | District Nine

My eyes dart back and forth across a page in my book taking in the words as I dive into another world. I can almost see the fairytale creatures coming to life, but it's all ruined the moment the door opens. My sister slips through, and I can tell she's wanting to do something. It's dangerous for her to slip out in the middle of the night, and mom and dad never approve. But I guess that's where I come in. I've always watched her back because she's my sister, and I love her dearly. And I don't want her to get in trouble, but sometimes I fear hiding her from my parents will backfire on me. Folding down the corner of the page, I stand up allowing myself to take her in. I hate that she does this, but I'll always respect her wishes. "Don't stay out too late, and be safe, and be home before mom and dad wake up, and I'll see you tonight." I have to keep an eye on her. To make sure she stays safe. "This is why you're my favorite." She wraps me in a warm embrace, and I allow a smile to spread across my face. But I really hate that she does this. We're our own people though. "But don't worry! I won't be out too late, dont wanna keep you up waiting dad..." I'm definitely not her father, but I know she's joking, and I hope she understands why I worry. "Love you." Then she skips off. "I'll be on the porch waiting." I call out after her hoping she hears. Walking back inside, I grab my book, and I sit down in a chair where I'll wait for her return. But I'm the meantime, I place my nose back in my book, and I begin reading some more. I'm about a page or two away from finishing when the lights go out. I can hear footsteps approaching quickly - "Rainbow?" I ask quietly before standing up. Something hits me hard - This isn't my sister. I'm on the ground, and they're shackling my hands. "Rainbow this better not be a sick joke." Each breath catches in the back of my throat. "Rain-" Something is placed in my mouth, and I can't even speak, and then the darkness grows darker. I'll never get to finish my story.

Storm has been placed as d9m runner

[cameo]

The entirety of the house hushes into a sound slumber. Numerous siblings, I can vaguely keep track of, breathe heavy within their salty dreams or sweet nightmares. Few of us elders patter silently in our nightly rituals. But for us as an entirety, there’s no true rest amongst the hungry poverty. A need for escape aches me, as it does nearly every dim hour. Coyly I slip into one of my Brother’s rooms, while the arch of my lips immediately imply my meaning for this visit.

No words need to be spoken for Storm to gather my intent. “Don’t be out too late, and be safe, and be home before mom and dad wake up, and I’ll see you tonight.” Permission is granted, which enhances my grin even more so. Rarely does he deny me guard in a flee to seek mischief.

“This is why you’re my favorite.” Is nearly giggled from my ecstasy of gratitude, and as I envelope him in a thankful hug. “But don’t worry! I won’t be out too late, don’t wanna keep you up waiting dad.” I tease him within my natural sarcasm. There’s no surprise his concerns will never fade, which is just another reason I appreciate him so. When I feel invisible amongst the litter of my Parents’ offsprings, he reminds me that I’ll never be forgotten by all. “Love you.” And with that promise, joyful steps carry me to my desired location.

Liquor, drugs, music, trouble, and flirtation consume the majority of the moon’s time. Streetlights remain nonexistent, while my frequent event for this time doesn’t require such. An isolated Haven grounds the party of my choosing. Intoxicated souls of all ages dance amongst the blazing fire providing our sight. And for these moments I elapse in my drunken euphoria, free from the worries of the Panem.

A graceful strive walks me home after a mere couple of hours on elation. The last thing I desire is to keep generous Storm up, waiting for my return before he allows his head to rest. Certainly I could continue until the rays of a new day peeked the horizon, while I couldn’t do that to my Brother. And luckily sobriety isn’t required to achieve retrieval to where I must be. If anything, a lack of so increases clearance upon my mind and actions. Have to love my ability to contain my booze.

Disturbance welcomes me half a block from my residency. “Storm!” Instinctively screams across my tongue, as I witness Sentinels capturing him into submission. He’s the kindest of us Winterselle kids. What could they possibly desire from him? Let alone to handle him so roughly. Without thought I’m hastily rushing to intervene, while the alcohol finally knocks into me harshly…or perhaps it’s something else as well, as I feel a physical opponent resisting my strive to breach back to my feet. “Storm!” They have me as well. And before I can comprehend, my ability to speak is being refrained from me and my wrists are being restrained. Has the desired influences manipulated my brain more then I can understand? Only tomorrow will tell…

{Rainbow Winterselle has been placed as D9F Runner}