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>Vide: Dream
(this is a dream i am asleep and this is a dream)
--I'm very disappointed, child,-- Oracle says in your head. –I expected more of you.—
You cringe a little, wondering what you did this time. She's glaring down at you from somewhere high up, which makes you feel tiny and insignificant. (is she floating that doesn't make sense)
--You are a failure. You can't fight, you have no significant powers, you are worthless.—continues Oracle. –I brought you back, at great personal risk, and this is how you thank me?—
She keeps talking but you tune her out because this is probably a dream and she doesn't make sense anyway. So you just sit there and listen to her tell you that you've messed everything up and you're not as smart, not as strong, not as obedient as before. After a while she stops and the dream thoughtfully recreates her death in minute detail, just in case that still bothers you.
(it doesn't)
(not much)
You decide to go down the hallway (because suddenly i'm in the troll base), walking slowly with a hand pressed against the wall. This is where the dream – you're 90% sure it's a dream -- can be different, either a betrayal dream or a death dream. You have to be careful, because it can take you off guard.
As you walk, it gets darker and darker, until you can't see your hand in front of your face and you wish you had Aurumi's power. (who's aurumi and why would her power be important) It's so dark that the darkness has a texture, a sort of slimy-velvety texture that pushes against you and slides across your skin. Okay, you think, maybe it's just a dream about scary darkness. That would be good. You can handle the dark. You haven't been scared of the dark since you were a wriggler.
But now it's getting hotter and you can smell this disgusting, sickly-sweet odor permeating the air. You think you may have smelled it before, but can't place it.
The dream decides to make you aware of the fact that you're walking on thick carpet. Cushh, cushh, go your feet on its thick pile. Cushh, cushh, cushh, splodge.
You stop. (not good i'm not awake don't go looking for trouble turn around) You take a step forward, then another. Splodge. Splodge. The carpet's wet, obviously, and you don't know why. There's no light, nothing for you to see by. You're a little spooked. (turn around) And then you see it, up ahead, a brilliant white light. You run towards it, but trip and fall and whatever was on the carpet is now all over you and it's not water. It's thicker and sticky and warm. You get up again and the light's coming from the opposite wall (when did it get there) and ouch, it's bright.
The light shines down on the hallway and oh gog you're going to throw up. There's blood everywhere, gallons of it, in every color imaginable (well no not really just all of my friends' colors), soaking into the carpet and splatter across the walls like some mad abstract painting. There's so much of it that at first you think that's all there is.
But it's not.
(this isn't real it's a dream)
You can still recognize most of them, and that makes it all the more horrible. You try not to look at them, at the wounds that killed them, at their faces. The ones that you can't recognize you have to guess at, but a pair of familiar goggles stained army-green doesn't leave much doubt and neither does a skull-topped staff dripping two colors of blue and maybe it's weird but you hope they were together when they died, getting along for once and you can't look anymore. You turn towards the shining wall and cover your eyes with your blood-smeared hands and hold your breath so you don't smell the blood (that's what it was obviously why did it take me so long to realize).
You hear someone walking toward you out of the wall which you guess might only be made of light after all but your eyes hurt when you try to open them so you don't. And a hand falls on your shoulder and someone says "Hey, Vide, what's the matter?" and you know him, you know that voice (he's alive how is he alive what) and you open your eyes and go to hug him because that's what moirails do and maybe, just maybe, everything's going to be okay –
You stop. He's standing there, smiling, with his sunglasses neatly in place just like they always are, but his skin's glowing as bright white as that wall and all of a sudden you're scared, you're so bloody scared and you ask him what's going on. He smiles at you and my gog his teeth are sharp and he says "I am perfectly fine, Vide," and takes a step closer.
(that's not him)
You look at him closely (it's not), at his skin and his hair and his teeth (that's not him that's not him that's NOT him) and you feel really cold and you run right out of there and down the hallway.
And then you're still running but you're in the woods now and the blood that was on you from the floor isn't sepia and purple anymore, it's blue-green and there's an awful lot of it and you're so confused (i don't know anyone with that color) but there's a knife in your hand, holy fluttering curtains, when did you get a knife?
A tree's handy, so you lean against it and he's there all of a sudden, smiling, with that cursed glowing skin. "Knew you had it in you, Vide," he says (had what in me). "Didn't it make you feel powerful? To stop someone like her?"
You bow your head and shiver because it did feel powerful (what i didn't kill anyone) and you're going bad and you know it but you can't stop it (i didn't) and he's just sitting there, what in gog's name has happened to him…
(this is a dream it's only a dream) You can feel the blackness rising up around you, trying to drown you and this time he's already drowned too, there's no one to pull you out (please let me wake up please please).
"What happened to you?" you ask him and he grins with his sharp, sharp teeth,
"Really, Vide? Don't you remember?"
And that hurts like a slap to the face. (he's just messing with your head he doesn't mean that) You tell him of course you remember and he grabs you by the arms and pulls you to your feet and stares down into your face (i need to wake up) and those pointy teeth are dreadfully close to you (let me wake up) and he's holding onto you by the shoulders and his grip's so strong it hurts (please) and he says "You do realize it's your fault?" (wake up) and he's right it is your fault (wake up) and this is what you did to him (wakeupwakeupwakeup) and he's close enough for you to feel his breath in your face (this is only a dream just wake up) but he's not breathing (wake UP) and he whispers "Do you see what you've done?" and he's right of course he's right he's always right (WAKE UP!)

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>Vide: Wake up

Prologue

The world had flooded over the years and nations from all over the world moved to the last bit of land which was known as eastern America. A War broke out between the citizens of this country and its former government. To keep order and justice among the people they split all the people into 13 districts. Those who stayed with the government during the war lived in the capital of a new country called Panem. About 5 years later the capital captured at least 2 children from every district for a soldier project called Project Nicro. Among those children were Mason, Maxie, George, Will, Angel and Klaire. Through the years the capital experimented on people for the perfect soldiers. Another rebellion broke out and threatens the capital, will masons team pick to help or fight the capital.

Part 1: Mason
A young Peacekeeper walked through the halls of the hidden lab; he had his hair combed back and carried a cup of fresh coffee as he opened the door to a lookout for the next experimentation. He sat in his chair with a set of buttons in front of him as he looked over the professors and doctors taking notes on a much younger male on a medical bed as they checked his pulse and heart rate. “When are they going to finish” he muttered to himself as he watched the monitors. A small speck of movement caught his attention on a camera that looks into the halls that lead to the room below. He noticed a shadow along the walls in the shape of a human, the peacekeeper pulled the gun out of his holster and left his post to patrol the hall, when he turned the corner to the next section of doors he froze in terror as he witness a scientist getting shot and falling to the ground as a young blond haired male walked closer to him with a gun and sword in hand.

Mason woke up alone on a medical bed bright lights blurred his vision as he climbed off the bed and fell to the metal floor. He wore a dark green jumpsuit with metal shoulder guards and a small red N on his chest. He struggled to get up due to no feeling in his legs and arms but he knew they were there. He examined the room as his eyes got use to the bright lights; he was in a metal room with medical equipment in almost every inch of the room, at that moment he heard footsteps outside of the reinforced metal door that separated him from his freedom. The footsteps started getting louder as he got ready for a fight as a scientist enter the room looking up from his notepad toward Mason. The scientist opened up his lab coat pulling out a handgun and aimed at Mason, Mason grabbed the scientist and broke his wrist while the gun flew into the air and landed into mason’s hand, he gripped the gun and pointed toward the scientists head. “Where is my brother!” mason yelled into the scientists face as he pointed the gun. “Who are you talking about.” The scientist said while holding his broken wrist and trembled in fear, “Maxie A. Wolf, he’s one of your experiments!” mason yelled as his anger for the capital controlled him, the scientist passed out from the pain and fear as mason took his ID and opened the door. He stumbled into the hallway; his limbs began to become sore as they recovered from the numbness, as he walked through the hallway he noticed a sign leading to the peacekeeper Armory, he began to turn toward the armory when a peacekeeper turned the corner and spotted him, the peacekeeper struggled to grab his gun from his holster but mason was faster and shot him in the kneecaps then the chest. “How many of these morons are there?” mason said to himself as he opened the door to the armory. The room was filled with swords, guns and armor in all sizes. He began grabbing all the gear he would need to break out his friends and his brother from about 20 or more peacekeepers and scientists. He grabbed a 15mm pistol with 5 extra magazines, a sword made from the same metal as their vehicles, and a standard issue rifle for his brother. Mason ran down the hall stopping at every door leading to an experimentation room. He came across a door with a sign saying A-136: subject Maxie. Before mason could slide the card through the slot a scientist came running around the corner with a knife in hand heading strait for mason. Mason grabbed the man and threw him into the wall and did two quick shots as he unsheathed his sword as another peacekeeper came around the corner gun pointed at his head.

The peacekeeper was frozen with fear as mason walked closer to him with has sword and gun in hand. The peacekeeper shot his gun hitting masons arm. He dropped the gun from the shot but threw the sword and lunging it into the peacekeepers chest; mason pulled the sword out of the corpse and examined his wound which had already started healing “what’s wrong with me?” he questioned himself as he opened the door where three scientists studied a young male on a medical bed. Mason grabbed the closest scientist as the other shot at him hitting their comrade in the process; mason grabbed his gun and shot the first one in the head and the other in the chest, the men collapsed from the shots and mason dropped the body and headed to the young man on the bed. Mason Grabbed the male and carried his out of the room.