Kaz is fifteen when he’s reaped, but he’s been training for six years, ever since he saw his brother being murdered on screen by a teenager, ever since Jordie’s lifless body was sent back in a box
he will never forget staring at his brother’s corpse, that moment when what hope remained finally left and something inside him stirred, insisting that someone must pay for this, that his family wouldn’t be hurt like this again
while Kaz waits in the Justice Building, the only person that comes to say goodbye is Jesper, and as they share a quick hug Kaz furiously claims that this is not their last meeting
he rarely speaks at the Training Centre, and when his stylist tries to dress him up in the most ridiculous garb, he calmly tells her he will not be the laughing stock among the rest of the tributes and to whip up something decent, for Christ’s sake
Kaz wonders what a miracle it must be, that his drunken mentor’s liver can still handle that amount of liquor each day
thoughts of his dead brother haunt him every night because this is where Jordie slept and ate and dressed and was prepared for slaughter
he trains with the other tributes, observing his opponents, deciding which ones are threats and must be put out first
once in the arena, Kaz starts taking down the tributes one by one
numerous parachutes fly down bearing gifts when the sponsors realise Kaz is ruthless and didn’t come here to die
the residents of the Capitol wait eagerly for the cameras to show Kaz because there’s never a dull moment with him; everyone is talking about Kaz Brekker, the excitement they felt as he bashed a boy’s skull in, how they clung to the edge of their seats during a particularly intense fight
meanwhile, the people at home can’t bear to watch: there’s a monstrous gleam in Kaz’s eyes, and with every tribute he kills they know the last Brekker is slipping away even further
he injures his leg during a fight with the colossal girl from Two, and during the times when his leg isn’t almost numb with pain Kaz tracks down what’s left of the tributes
every slit throat and snapped neck means he is one step closer to home
after he’s won and he’s back home in district 10, the horrors of the arena keep him awake in the strange new bed, and during the few hours of fitful sleep, his brain brings back grotesque memories of when he murdered innocent children
he can’t stop thinking about the families that are mourning because of him, can’t help but think of the siblings that are broken beyond repair just like he was after seeing Jordie being drowned on television
Kaz can’t look the Ghafas in the eye because he was the one that killed their daughter, felt her warm blood on his hands and patiently waited for the canon to sound her death
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Hey guys, I saw a lot of commentary about this picture concerning Sora’s clothes. No, this does not mean that there will be customization elements like in 0.2. This is one of the new drive forms, called Guard Form, which allows Sora to wield the shield he is pictured with. Hope this clears things up a bit!
“No mourners, no funerals. Another way of saying good luck. But it was something more. A dark wink to the fact that there would be no expensive burials for people like them, no marble markers to remember their names, no wreaths of myrtle and rose.”
I really wish that if Terra is returned that Riku would be
willing to become his new master. Master Eraqus doesn’t have experience with darkness to properly teach him how to deal with his
darkness like Riku does.
Downpour on Main Street by Brendan Bowen Via Flickr: Is it even real…? Did I really trek around Disneyland Park in the pouring; and I mean POURING rain on this night back in January? Indeed I did with good company. It might be awhile before we see storms like that again in SoCal, but one thing’s for sure: it made my home park just that much more beautiful that night.