The gory sight had Katniss’ mobility rapt as she stood transfixed at the spot. She was moon-eyed and agape with fright and shock, she was indeed scared to her bones.
Her eyes were glued to the unpleasant scene as for some reason, she couldn’t take them off the sight. She had a strong phobia for blood and seeing this much amount of it at once was just too much for her body to handle.
She began to profusely sweat as her body started to quiver. She needed to get out of there fast or else she might spaz out as a result of the phobia. But she couldn’t move neither her arms nor legs, she was frozen, stuck in place like a statue.
“What to do?” She wondered and reasoned then finally came to a quick conclusion that pain could snap her out of this dazed condition. But how? She couldn’t move her body so how was she going to induce pain on herself?
She needed to leave this place quick
Katniss smirked haughtily to herself as she made her way to the room where the security computers were kept. She had done a good job, a great job even; disguising herself as an investigative officer and fooling that Clara of a girl was no small thing. Up until now, she didn’t even know she had that great feat of acting skills and she wondered if she’d make it big as an actress. Hmm. Noah had always told her she’d look good on television and it seems he wasn’t too far from the truth. Katniss sighed sadly at the thought of Noah as the complacent smirk faded away. She really hoped and prayed within her that he was okay wherever he was and should please hang on safely until she finds out his location and saves him from whatever mess he might’ve encountered. Katniss had reached the small cubicle described to her by Clara. She gently pressed down the door handle and the door c
The room was rendered almost completely dark as it was only lit up by a standing night lamp right next to Katniss’ bed; all the windows were shut and the blinders were closed and none of the light switches were turned on as well. Katniss had now come to enjoy the darkness as lit up rooms now irritated her.The floor was littered with empty bottles of alcohol, stubbed out cigarette sticks, wraps which previously contained cocaine and other narcotics, packs of valiums and other sedatives, empty and nameless medicine bottles that previously contained God knows what, and used syringes. Broken glasses and splinters were scattered everywhere in the room as a result of Katniss’ occasional emotional outbursts which would cause her to violently break and smash one or two things around the room.Her emotional outbursts usually involve loud groaning, sobbing, cussing and crying as she remembers Noah and ev
The clock chimed it’s tune the instant it struck the hour of eight pm. Katniss stood, looking elegant as ever, as she admired herself in front of the mirror in her room.Katniss was dressed in a V-neck ball gown that dipped low enough to show her cleavage. It was an exquisite rouge tulle ball gown adorned with a floral applique . Her long ginger hair was curled and beautifully done into a wrapped textured bun in a bow. Her face which was already starting to undergo the effects of the drugs she was taking, had it’s effects attractively hidden under layers of makeup. Her whole look was bolded by her expensive selection of golden jewelry. She gently squeezed the golden locket on her neck and smiled softly at her reflection in the mirror.She looked gorgeous. She heaved a sigh and turned away from the mirror. She picked up her golden diamond studded clutch purse and headed out of her r
“Pleased to make your fine acquaintance Miss Katniss.” Ludale said with his hand still extended for a handshake. Katniss stared him down from head to toe with disgust vividly expressed on her face. She fixed her gaze firmly on that extended hand of his for a few seconds before looking up at his face again.He had a smile on and it highlighted his river blue eyes. Katniss was good at reading people just from a mere glance, something she’d usually praise as a rare gift. She was able to pick up some weird inkles of mischief surrounding this Ludale’s demeanor. She wondered what business her mother would have with this man or what hidden agenda he had behind those bright eyes of his. Something felt wrong.She scoffed and looked away from his face then faced her mother with full attention.“Care to tell me the meaning of this mother?” Katniss inquired sternly. Ludale smiled in discomfit as he recoiled his arm, surely getting the message that Katniss didn’t want to shake
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The man was the first to come inside the room, he had a deep scar on his forehead and it made him look menacing. His eyes searched the room for the presence of people or something valuable. All that was in sight were shattered pieces of glass, fallen books and disarranged furniture and upholstery. The rest of the men that followed 'Scar-Face' entered into the room."There." One of the men pointed out. He pointed at the briefcase laid on the floor."That briefcase. Could it be it?" He added and 'Scar-Face' hummed a reply before going over to check it out. He opened the black briefcase but there was no diamond in it. What struck his attention was that the pouch in the briefcase was specifically shaped like a diamond, that is to show that this briefcase was made to house a diamond but the diamond wasn't in it. Someone was with it and surely that person hadn't gone far."Empty." 'Scar-Face' said then flung the briefcase away and it flew across the room."Se
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