No Pain, No Game (A Hunger Games Fan-Fiction)
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Sonny Cobbald: Slaughtered
The door was thrown open and Dawn ran in, throwing his arms around me. I start to cry even more, not just of sadness. It takes me a couple of moments, but I realized that I was crying mostly because of the betrayal I felt toward him. Yet he was my only friend, my only comfort. Wasn't he?
But if he were, he would've saved me. He would have volunteered.
I instantly shove him off, using all the strength I didn't know I had to throw him against the wall. Dawn smashes against it, knocking the wind out of him. I breathed hard, the blood through my veins rushing. "The hell was that for?!" he yelled, trying to get up.
"You traitor, you!" I screamed. "You betrayed me! You didn't volunteer, you're letting me die on national television just to protect yourself!"
Dawn finally got up, very angry now. "So you want me to die for you?"
I was taken back. At that moment I knew I was alone. "I don't want you to die." I whispered. "But obviously you don't care if I do."
He sighed. "Sonny, you don't mean that."
"You're willing to see me be slaughtered by kids my age just so you don't have to die yourself. Funny, though, I thought I'd do the exact opposite for you. I thought I would have volunteered for you." I paused. "But you've proved me wrong."
If I wasn't mistaken, Dawn's eyes started to glaze over as he watched me cry in anger myself. "Sonny, you better shut up. You goddamn know it's not true, you know I love you -"
My mother burst in, throwing her arms around me much like Dawn had. And even if she was crying my name as she sobbed on my shoulder, I was lifeless. I wasn't even sad anymore. I was furious. All I could do was glare at my brother, who was begging for my forgiveness yet... it wasn't real.
"'Scuse me, Miss? Son? We're going to have to take you away now." said a man who had come to the door. Another funny thing? I couldn't have cared less.
As my "brother" walked out behind my depressed mother, the only thing on my mind was how much I had hated him. Loathed him. In fact, I loathed everyone.
That was the point where I was determined to be a killing machine.