Heaven Lies Within Hell // Auto + Larceny

[Arrow]

Larceny Theft
Victor of the 45th Maze Running

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    Ice increments its vines viciously freezing my veins laying frost upon the arches of my cells. Scarlet stains the snow before me as its cool kiss christens my cheek. A world of white wanes warping wickedly around me drowning me in euphoric din of cheers and cries calling forth a new dawn. I lay unkempt and frozen atop the darkening ice as my shadow seeps within its satanic stain. My muscles lie mute and my body incapable of moving becomes one with this moment amidst the demons of destruction. Above the frigid freeze which seeps into my skin I spot the sight of sifting colors, the demons dreaming of what damnations I have been driven through. My throat clenches but my lips lie still, I cannot speak. I stare from across the rift of survival. I suffer among the shadows they have sent. I fall from the heavens and into the heights of hell as darkness drowns me in my sins. 

    A dreary darkness dies yielding to its war with the world of white. Stinging sears my retinas, the blue within my irises illuminate being drawn into the darkness of my pupils. My lips part yet sound does not slide from their silence only gruesome gasps grip the room in which I am encased. Cold creeps criminally through the streams of my blood from a bag clear as crystal. I attempt to move my hands only to be restrained by shackles to my sides. Panic pierces my perception as a struggle surges beneath my skin. I cannot scream and I do not cry. I remember nothing, I feel nothing, I'm no one. Figures fall in from the single door a needle drives into my neck as my teeth snap sadistically towards the invader. I return to my throne within hell. 

    My visit to the realm of death and devastation does not dwell for soon I am dauntingly returned to the walls of white which continue to win my mind's war. Freedom fills my thoughts as the restraints are now recalled and silence is all that sits upon my skin. Meek muscles manipulate my position to rise from my death bed only to have me fall to the frigid floor. Creeping still attached to my arms is the crystal clear creation of the devils demanding my prisonership. Through the mists of my mind my fingers floss around the needle's never ending supply of secretion. I nearly gnaw my way through the tough tube when wind whips my bare body. Hands engulf me as my screams now full and flourishing spill from my lips. Eyes dig into my own as a white robe is warped around me. The hands help me to grab the crystal guiser's pole as I walk with its wheels and its sin still seeping into my skin. 

    Alone I wander wistfully through the fields of my misty mind. A hallway haunts my bare footsteps as I stumble and tumble down the eternal exit. Along my journey towards my final resting place I pass a boy mimicking my state. His eyes are guazed and his body trembles as he lies bare upon the tiles. His words drone dimly through my ears as I pass onward towards my final destination. "Why can I see. I shouldn't be able to see."  I lose myself inside my thoughts. Why can I see, wait, can I even see? Is this truly vision?

    Somehow I am soon in a shelter of silk and the needle is now missing from its succulent secretion in my arm's vein. Around me the fog is clearly but the mists soon migrate memories to my mind. A city lies of glass glistens out my window and my body lies clothed in the finest fabrics of pure black. A mask of death too marked in black hangs upon my face so only my mouth and eyes mitigate in the view of my mind. I look like a monster... Then I remember that I am. 

    Soon my silence sends me to the living room of the Training Center's third floor. My hands lie lightly upon a window's pane as I vacantly view the world below me. They hustle and bustle and beam with brightness but above them a shadow stares from a heaven of hell. In a matter of moments a crown would be pulled from the blood of bodies and placed upon his head. They would cheer and cry christening the birth of a new king, but it was not the heavens he was ruling. Then a thought dared tip toe into the turbulent state of his mind. Not a word of Auto had been uttered since the hellish after birth of the Maze. He couldn't dream to accept the daunting truth that she still lies somewhere buried beneath the snow. Yet if that was the case, then why was this storm so silent in the speaking of her name?

[cameo]

Auto Theft
Victor of the 45th Maze Running
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Pristine beauty glance my vision from across the sketch of my exterior. Not even a scratch decorates my porcelain skin of youth, not an ounce of filth, or crumb from the remains of where I just resided. The memory of that unruly environment has been erased from my physical existence, while mentally it shall never fade. Both neither pain nor frost brittles my outer frame, while internally the chill and aches consumes me powerfully. Confusion controls me for a lengthy moment, until a mere recollection snaps me back into reality. The Capitol’s craft has my depleted body within its sinister cradle; patching me from the terror it endured me through.

White is an ironic view that’s suffocating me. There’s no longer pureness engulfing my virtue, or gracing the environment I’ve been forced within. Agony of my other half slithers into my slice of our shared soul, and it leaves me empty. Loneliness companies my woken stance, and it’s more harmful then any blade could ignite. Is the Capitol not intelligent enough to realize placing me in the same room, as my Twin is the sole cure for my ailment? Guess that’s an idiotic question. Or is he no longer around to heal my aching heart?

No…if one half has depleted, the other surely would as well.

“Larceny!” Loudly echoes from my deprived, cracking vocals. Fear riddles my thoughts in a manner far too gruesome. There’s not a chance my survival would linger without his thriving as well. But…uncertainty harms me beyond control. The last sight of him burns deep agony into my thoughts. “Larceny!” I must see him.

A man, in identical white, ventures into my chamber, wearing the façade of the virtuous color just as well. “Relax! Your Brother is still recovering down the hall. If you keep screaming, you’ll be sent into the same realm as he is.” He warns viciously.

But his threat is exactly what I crave. I have to be with him. “Larceny!” Continues to lack from my throat in gruesome volume. Before another can venture past, the sharp sting of poison drifts me back into the darkness of slumber.

Bliss carries our joyful skips through the gloom of District Three. Innocence had still sheltered our young soul, yet never entirely since the birth of our chaotic existence. Any other would witness even a sweet game of ours as demonic. Who may retrieve the most value within five minutes of thieving? Fortune rains against our petite fingertips as we steal from the unworthy. Four bright eyes glisten upon our divided treasure, calculating the wealth of each. But as usual the kneeled stance within a secure corner pertains no victor. Equal rewards have graced us to dissatisfaction, as it often occurred. But Father will be proud.

Will Father be proud of this triumph?

“Did you watch the Maze Running?” I question the Maiden manipulating my hair into displaying perfection.

“Of course I did.” Her delicate voice flutters across the sulked atmosphere, igniting a wicked grin across my cheeks.

“Great. Then you know what I can do if I don’t get my wish of seeing my Brother!” Is muttered with high clarity through my clench jaw. Fear ruffles the brush gliding through my hair. My reputation has been noted.

A quiver shatters the lip of the poor woman trying to speak. “I was told he will be up soon.” She reassures in a shaken manner.

Eyebrows crease upon my forehead, until the rumble from an adjacent room settles them. Another word isn’t even spoken, as I pull from her diligent expertise. Beauty is far from my desires on a regular basis, and especially so with my need for Larceny. Three seconds are awaited to observe if it’s simply a Staff entering, but the room to my door doesn’t budge. Hastily I yank from the luxurious confinement, to have relief wash across me.

“Looks like we’ve stolen yet another victory.” A stumbling smile welcomes my Twin from behind him. Automatically I’m clawing to his side and engulfing my arms around him. “I blacked out after 1…I was so…” Scared, but that I can’t admit. All I can achieve in breaking is burying my features into his shoulder. “Of course we both made it though, I didn’t doubt that for a minute.” Once again we’ve thieved in existence.