the Phoenix and the Viper
Being impulsive has never been Jeno’s thing.
He thinks with his mind calm even in the stormiest of situations. Waves would clash as people would yell, trouble stirring beneath the gray clouds, and he would still assess the situation passively. He adapts to changes and overcomes them as easy as breathing. He’s never been afraid of the Reaping nor the Hunger Games itself.
But at this moment, his heart thunders even more than it ever has.
“For the male tribute… Zhong Chenle!”
His hand shoots up quicker than anyone else’s in the field. Barely taking in a breath, he yells,
- Part 1 of the Phoenix and the Viper
“Anyways! The 75th Hunger Games is coming soon, the Quarter Quell! Jaemin, how do you feel about this as a Victor? Is there anything you’d like to say to the soon-to-be-Tributes?”
Jaemin stays silent for a while before lifting the mic to his mouth, his hand gripping Jeno’s like it’s his lifeline.
“I’d say... ‘may the odds be in your favor,’ but that would be a lie, wouldn’t it? It has never been in our favor. The battlefield is cruel, but whatever you do, do not lose yourself. That is all.”
“You may survive the Games, but you can’t ever leave it. He understands it perfectly now. The guilt of killing other people still gnaws at his heart, it feels wrong to be here after he bloodied his hands. A murderer shouldn’t be looked up upon, they should be shunned and locked away in a jail cell.
He shouldn’t be here.
- Part 2 of the Phoenix and the Viper