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Location: Clothing Store in Green Area (I never found out the letter sorryboutit). Weapons: Dagger, Hunting Knife, Nightstick. Items: Pack Contents, syringe Injuries: Heavily Injured Eye (fixed with eye pad and patch), Scratches on face (healing), Cuts from glass (healing, Other minor injuries (healing). Notable Events: Mira and I battled. I won.

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☓ PAIN PAIN GO AWAY ☓

(motherfuck)

Judas didn’t have time to think as he snatched the two parachutes that came down from seemingly nowhere. The throbbing he felt in his head and the blood he could feel running down his face alerted him that he had absolutely no time to sit around and contemplate the human being he had just killed. If there were any tributes nearby, they would have heard the sounds of battle and, if they were bloodthirsty, they would be on their way to kill the sole survivor. He needed to leave.

Walking as fast as he could, Judas quickly searched for a store that he could temporarily stay in so as to fix his injuries. Out of his good eye, he spotted a store that seemed to sell different types of garments. Holding on to all of his newly acquired items, Judas entered the store and immediately sat down as far away from the windows as he could. Quickly unzipping his backpack, he took out the medical kit that he remembered being in there and opened it. Inside, there were some things that he could use to fix himself, but he needed more. Frustrated and, at this point, a little panicked, Judas opened up the two sponsor gifts that he had received moments after Mira’s death. In one of them, he found a few coins. In the other...

Judas found a fucking syringe and a vial.

If his heart hadn’t been pounding out of his chest before, during, and immediately after the battle with Mira, it sure was now. The moment he saw the light reflecting off of the thin, sharp needle, Judas wanted to toss the sponsor gift away and pretend it had never come for him.

(fucking needles)

Pretending the needle didn’t exist for a moment, Judas picked up the eye pad, held it to his still bleeding eye, and quickly placed the eye patch over the pad and onto his eye. It was strange having something obstruct his vision like that, but he knew that he had to get used to it. Checking out his other injuries, Judas patched the smaller ones up with the materials he found in his med kit. Once that was all done, there was only one thing left to treat: the pain.

Every time he moved, he could feel the ache in his head and other parts of his body. He had managed to fix everything except the pain. Slowly turning his head, Judas looked at the nearly empty sponsor gift that still contained the syringe and the mysterious vial. A bead of sweat dripped down his neck at the very thought of that needle piercing his skin. When they injected him with that tracker thing on the ride to the arena, they had done it before Judas could see the needle. Now, it was a completely different story.

Picking up the vial, Judas’ eyebrows rose into his hairline when he saw that the label on it said “morphling.” He knew far too well what morphling was and the effect it had on those that used it. Because of his past knowledge on the drug, he questioned if the drug would even work on him. He had been injected with it so many times in his life, he was worried that it would just do nothing but travel aimlessly through his veins. Then again, he had never been hurt or wounded like this when he had been injected with it in the past... maybe there was still a chance.

(just fucking do it)

With shaking hands, Judas slowly picked up the syringe, doing his best not to look at the needle, Judas filled the syringe with some of the morphling and readied it. 

(god help me)

Slowly, and most importantly after he had managed to stop his shaking hands, he injected the morphling near the spots that hurt the most. The only thing that kept him from continuing was the fact that if he didn’t do this, he would be even more vulnerable to future attack. He may have stopped his shaking, but he could not stop the beads of sweat from pouring down his face and arms. 

(god I can just hear Deirdre laughing at me now)

Finally, once he had finished, Judas quickly put the syringe away so that he wouldn’t have to look at it anymore. To his great surprise, the pain reliever was actually starting to take effect. He could feel the aching slowly becoming something dull and almost non-existent. With this new feeling of calm, Judas grabbed some of the food and drink from his backpack and, with great struggle, started to eat and drink. He needed this, this rest, for the future battles to come.

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Location

Paint Me Like One Of Your French Girls (Green J)

Weapons

Dagger, Hunting Knife

Items

Pack Contents

Injuries

None

Notable Events

None

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Deciding that it would be best to find a place to stay for the night, Judas carefully entered the store with the ridiculous name about French girls. Setting up a spot near the window, but away enough so that he wouldn’t be seen from the outside. Leaning against the wall, he did his best to get comfortable, ready to spend his first night in the arena.

☓ GAUDY ☓

You step out into the green area and there is a shop on either side of you. On Judas’ right there’s a store that appears to be artistically inclined called “Paint Me Like One Of Your French Girls.” and to his left is a jewelers store. Do you decide to go into either of them or continue to look around this area for a shop more to your tastes?

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☓ GAUDY ☓

The moment Judas quietly opened the door to leave the furniture store, he heard the sound of another door closing. It wasn’t loud, but he had definitely heard it. Quietly closing his own door, he looked around him, finding no life anywhere he looked. A tribute, or maybe even an alliance, had gone into one of these doors. What made matters worse was the fact that Judas had absolutely no idea which door had been opened. 

He had wanted to explore more of the blue area, hoping to find more interesting stores with things that he could use to his advantage, or maybe even a place to sleep, but this changed everything. Checking one last time to make sure the coast was clear, Judas started off away from the blue area, effectively ridding his eyes of the brightly colored blue walls.

When he took a last glance at the blue before moving on, his mind drifted towards Deirdre. The vibrant blue walls had reminded Judas of the ring she always wore on her left hand. It was large and ugly, but she seemed to treasure it deeply, so he never questioned her about it. He hadn’t thought about the old woman since he had first been reaped. It seemed like so long ago when he heard his name being called by the little man. Now, he had killed two people and was in a competition to be the last teenager standing by killing everyone else. 

(god what a fucking day that turned out to be)

He wondered as he made his way further into the mall whether or not Deirdre would watch these games. She probably would. Knowing just how strong willed of a person she was and just how hot-headed she could be, Judas had no doubt that she would probably be rooting for him, pushing others aside so that she could get a better look at the screen. 

It made Judas feel a little guilty that he knew he wouldn’t have watched the games if she was in them. What point would there be to watch a games with a familiar person in it if that person was most likely going to die?

(there was no point)

Sweeping his free hand through his hair, the corner of his upper lip turned upwards in disgust as he entered an area where the walls were painted a sickly green color. Although the color was extremely ugly, it amused Judas a little bit. 

Deirdre would probably have a ring of this color, too.

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After finding that he was all alone in the store and that there was nothing of immediate value, Judas started for the exit of the store. He was puzzled to find that on one of the walls that had been blank when he walked in not minutes before had something on it. A picture of the girl from Eleven covered in a red substance was plastered on the wall, standing out like a sore thumb. Judas didn’t really think much about it, only really questioning the red substance, and soon he was out of the furniture store.

☓ SCATTER ☓

Nothing happened!

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When he walked into the store, he was immediately reminded of a large, oversized version of his suite back at the Training Center. Inside the store was every kind of wild, crazy, and seemingly impossible piece of furniture that the Capitol could ever hope to create.

He took a few seconds to take it all in, but he never once let his guard down. It looked safe, but this was an arena, after all. There was no telling what was waiting behind each and every corner. Prepared for the worst, Judas silently made his way further into the store.

☓ SCATTER ☓

The home furnishing store is brightly coloured, kinda smells a little but the smell you get off of new furniture. Hi-Chair-lious is filled with a variety of beds, chairs, bedroom furniture, kitchen models, bathroom accessories, various lights and tables. What’s your next move?

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When the door closed behind him, Judas slung his backpack off his shoulder and unzipped it. Inside, he found a variety of items such as food, water, a map, matches, and even another knife. Keeping that in mind, Judas grabs the map and takes a look at it. The arena, as he assumed based on what he saw when he walked in, is on the small side. The section that he was in was nearly identical to the other three ones, so that was a plus, at least. Unfortunately, the map didn’t say what the names of the little buildings within this blue one were, so he just folded the map and put it away. It wouldn’t serve him much use now anyway.

It was either go into one of these stores, stay put and wait for something to happen to him, or go back out and face the crazy girl from Two and the guy she was fighting. It didn’t take long for Judas to decide to enter one of the store. But which one? He didn’t trust the large store, he had no interest in female accessories, music wouldn’t help him now, and he already had some food, so whatever this kitchen appliances store was did not need to be visited right now. So, that left the home furnishing store. With silence in every step, Judas made his way into the home furnishing store.

☓ SCATTER ☓

When you enter the blue section, you notice that no one is around, or at least for now. Within your close proximity you can see a jewellery store, a kitchen appliances store, a music store, a home furnishing store and right in front of you is a huge department store called D.I. WHHHY which looks like a hardware store. What is your next move?

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☓ SCATTER ☓

The grip on his knife loosened as Judas watched Cyprus and the girl from Four run the opposite way, choosing to avoid him. He was prepared to fight till the very end, but thankfully it didn’t end up coming to that. He followed them with his eyes until he was sure he couldn’t see them anymore. When they disappeared, he wanted to sigh in relief, but he knew it was too late for that. There was still something to take care of.

Turning his head, Judas stared at Brunelle who was standing a fair distance away. Now that the other two were gone, it was just them standing there. It was then that Judas’ eyes fell towards the ground and he saw the bloody footprints. Alarmed, he quickly glanced down and saw that the bottoms of his shoes were coated in blood. Biting his lip, quickly contemplated what he should do. He didn’t want to have to kill Brunelle now, nor did he trust her enough to ally with her. Hell, he didn’t trust anyone as a matter of fact...

Slowly, Judas began to wipe off his shoes on the floor around him, ridding them of the substance that could potentially be his demise. Had he not noticed the blood until later, later could have been too late. He maintained eye-contact with Brunelle the entire time, making sure she would stay put. After he finished wiping his shoes, Judas, with the slightest movement, shook his head at Brunelle. This was all he could do to ensure that she wouldn’t follow him. Hopefully she would pick up on it and listen. If she didn’t, well, 

(then i’ll have to kill her)

then Judas wasn’t sure what would happen. Not wanting to waste any more time, Judas sprinted away from Brunelle, leaving her in his dust as he headed north. He didn’t look back, but based on what he could hear, it didn’t sound like she was trying to follow him. Good. 

After a bit of running, Judas suddenly stopped when he saw two tributes in the distance. He recognized one of them as that loud and obnoxious girl from Two. It was her and some boy and, of course, they were fighting. Glancing to the side, he saw that he was right next to a building similar to the one that Cyprus and the girl from Four had entered. Hoping that neither of the dueling tributes would spot him, Judas quietly entered the blue building.

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☓ INTERVIEW ☓

Caesar: Ladies and gentlemen, please help me in introducing our next tribute of the evening: Judas D'Souza of District Six!

Judas: *silently enters and sits down*

Caesar: So, Judas, tell us... how are you enjoying your stay in the Capitol so far? Is it everything you thought it would be? Perhaps it was more than you thought it would be, or maybe it was less?

Judas: *silence*

Caesar: *turns to the crowd and laughs* Looks like we got a silent and deadly type here, folks! *audience laughs along with Caesar*

Judas: *silence*

Caesar: Speaking of deadly, I'm sure you were absolutely delighted when you saw that you had made a 12 in private training! I mean, I know I was absolutely floored! Did you expect to make the highest score of the year?

Judas: *silence*

Caesar: Oh, come now, Judas! What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? *laughs along with the rest of the audience*

Judas: *turns and stares at Caesar*

Caesar: ...Was it something I said--

Judas: *slowly opens mouth, revealing absence of tongue and causing the fake blood that he had held in his mouth to slowly trickle out onto his suit*

Caesar: Oh my goodness gracious! Oh my! Oh me! Oh wow!

Audience: *gasps of shock*

Judas: *gets up and walks off stage

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☓ THE WHITE DEATH ☓

“After finishing at the Library station, Judas made his way towards the elevator. Looking back over his shoulder, he watched as the few remaining tributes started to finish up for last day of public training. Most of the training stations had been deserted, left by the trainers that ran them. They probably wouldn’t get to see any use until next year when a fresh batch of tributes would come through the doors, looking for ways to kill everyone in their path.

He pressed the elevator button with a click. Not two seconds later, the doors opened. It had dumbfounded him the first time he saw one of these elevators working. It didn’t seem possible that they could move so fast, but each time he watched them open, he was proven wrong. Stepping inside, he pressed the large, glowing button with the six on it. Not even a second later, the doors closed and the elevator started to move up. Judas was in the middle of thinking about a book he had read at the Library station, a book called Rebecca, when he noticed that the elevator was going past the sixth floor. 

(is this thing fucking broken)

Judas watched the buttons on the top of the elevator go up and up until, finally, the light illuminated the very top floor: the roof. When the doors opened, Judas repeatedly pressed the six button, hoping the door would close. His efforts were fruitless, however, so eventually Judas decided to leave the elevator and see what was going on. Was this Daisy’s doing? Maybe Albus? It couldn’t have been Brunelle... 

He didn’t make it very far out of the elevator before he realized that something was extremely wrong. There were two men dressed in all black suits that stood outside, facing Judas with emotionless faces. Judas stopped mid-step and stared back at them, matching their lack of emotions with his own. While his face displayed no emotion, on the inside he was extremely confused and starting to become worried. Was this part of the games? Was this... no it couldn’t be the private training they talked about, Daisy would have told him about this part. This just didn’t make sense.

Before he could consider turning around and going back in the elevator, the two men in suits came forward, grabbed Judas by the arms, and pulled him toward the center of the roof. At first he resisted, but Judas stopped when he saw that they were dragging him to someone. There, in the middle of the roof, was a little table with a large umbrella covering it in shade. Sitting at the table was a man that Judas had never seen before. His hair was a deep black color, he wore a suit that was far more fancy and looked far more expensive than the suit the other men wore, and in his lapel was a large, white rose. The rose itself seemed unnatural, like it was fake. It was too large, too white, and too perfect looking.

“Hello, Judas.” The man said simply in a tone that Judas knew instantly was amusement. He was enjoying this, whatever this was. He was relishing in what was to come. With a snap of his fingers, the men pulling Judas released him and stepped to the side with their arms behind their backs. Who was this man?

“I expect you are confused. Please, do not feel threatened. I mean you no harm.” He spoke slowly, almost as if he were talking to a baby or a dog. Judas just stood there, watching this man, wondering who exactly he was and what the hell he was doing and why he was doing this.

“I have brought you here to talk about a little... dilemma that we have encountered because of you, Judas.”

(what)

“As you know, you have come from a... special place.”

(oh)

“You see, you hold highly classified information regarding a top secret project that we here in the Capitol have worked very hard to keep running as well as secret. And, well, the president and I feel that things would get a little sticky if that information was leaked.”

(why do you sound constipated)

“Do you understand me, dear boy?”

Judas didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to say anything. He feared that if he said something out of line or perhaps anything at all that this man would have the two guys behind him commit murder. Then the Hunger Games would only have twenty-three tributes this year.

“What am I supposed to do?” Judas asked suddenly right as the man was about to start talking again. Instead, he closed his mouth and considered Judas for a moment, taking him in with his snake eyes. It was like watching a predator figure out the best way to attack its prey.

“All you have to do is keep your mouth shut, Judas. That’s all. Keep your mouth shut, and we won’t have a problem.”

Instantly, Judas thought about the facility head back in District Six. This was basically the same speech, but coming from this man it seemed far more deadly. If words could kill, his words could commit mass genocide.

An awkward silence took over from that point. Judas just stared at the man before him while the man himself was doing something akin to checking his nails for dirt. This was all just... this was not at all how Judas expected his last day of training to go. Biting his bottom lip, Judas felt his hands go clammy so he placed them by his side, trying to dry them on the fabric of his training uniform.

“Okay.”

A subtle smile spread across the man’s face and he clasped his hands together. “Wonderful.” He states simply before motioning to the men behind Judas. “Take him away.” They were right behind him before Judas could even think about turning to look at them. They grasped his arms in their hands and they started to lead him back towards the elevator. Judas’ mind was racing and a headache started to form. At this point, all he wanted to do was sleep. Just before he was pulled into the elevator, he heard the strange man speak once more.

“Oh and, Judas? Do make sure to enjoy the rest of your time in the Capitol. Wouldn’t want your last days to be spent with regret, would you?”

And just like that, the elevator doors closed and Judas was descending down to his suite, left to dwell on what had just happened for the rest of the night.

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☓ONCOMING TRAGEDY☓

“Wake up, Judas! Rise and shine! It’s time for Private Training, so get up!” 

Judas winced the moment he heard Albus’ knocks and yells. For such a tiny man, he sure knew how to throw his voice around. Biting his lower lip and rubbing his heavy eyes with his hands, Judas got up from his bed and stretched. A sigh escaped his lips when he finished and he stared around the room, stopping when he saw his reflection in the mirror. The bags under his eyes that were normally quite prevalent seemed even more so in the morning light that draped in through the window. He had not slept a single minute since returning to his room,

(big fucking mistake)

but he couldn’t have slept even if he wanted to. His mind refused to calm itself after what had happened the day before. He had just sat there on his bed, legs drawn up to his chest and his head resting on the wall behind him. The events of the day before played over and over in his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. When he had gotten back to his room, he thought that he had been dreaming, or that it was all one big hallucination caused by stress. Unfortunately, he knew that it couldn’t have been fake. It had really happened. He had been graciously visited by -- 

“Hurry up, kid! You’re going to be late if you dawdle like this!” 

(would you please kindly shut the fuck up, sir)

Doing as he was told, Judas walked out of the ironic comfort of his room and started towards the living room. It seemed that he was the last to wake. When he caught a glimpse of Brunelle, Daisy and Albus in the living room, he knew that he must have been really late for they all looked ready to go. Albus had an annoyed presence about him while, on the other hand, Daisy seemed to radiate calmness and tranquility. He knew, however, that if he looked in her eyes he would see something completely different, so he decided that he wouldn’t.

“Ah! Finally!” Albus all but screamed at the top of his lungs as Judas emerged. Upon hearing his scream, Daisy turned and gave Judas a reassuring smile before getting up and walking over to Albus.

“Sleep well?” She asked with that usual light, airy voice of hers and Judas just shook his head. He could tell that she knew that something was wrong, but she didn’t say anything. The subject was dropped after that. 

When he heard the beginnings of an Albus rant, Judas immediately tuned out and started thinking about what was to come. Private Training had finally arrived and this was, in essence, the deciding factor between whether or not Judas would survive the games. He found it incredibly ridiculous that a single score could determine if someone lived or died, but that was just how it was here in the Capitol. And, if there was one thing he learned during these last few days, it was that the Capitol was extremely ridiculous in more ways than one.

Finally, when the ranting had come to an end, Judas, along with the rest, proceeded to make his way out of the room and towards the elevator that would bring him to the training centre. Just before he walked out the door, something caught Judas’ attention out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widened when he saw it and his hands instantly became clenched. He pulled his gaze away from the object and slammed the door shut behind him, not wanting to see it anymore.

(that fucking)

There, sitting on the counter of the room, was a single white rose.

(bastard)

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☓ SAVAGE ☓

Positive

Trained in Hand to Hand Combat with the trainer.

Gained an idea of how to fight in close combat.

☓ TRANQUILITY ☓

Positive

"Trained" at the Library station.

Spent the rest of the training day unwinding and reading books.

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☓ TRANQUILITY ☓

When he finally finished at the Hand to Hand station, Judas felt like he could have filled a bucket with the amount of sweat that dripped off of his body. He kept expecting for his muscles to scream in utter agony, but surprisingly they didn’t hurt as much as he thought they would. Perhaps this was a sign that he was getting stronger, or it just meant that he would feel all the pain tomorrow morning. Regardless, he did not regret any decision that he had made thus far. There was no time to regret such trivial things. Regret kept one away from their goals, and that was the last thing Judas needed.

After that endeavor, Judas decided that he needed to find a place to calm down. He didn’t  just want to sit and do nothing, so that eliminated the Meditation station. He didn’t want to do too much work since he was tired, so that left out most other stations. Eventually, his searching came to an end and Judas made his way over to the Library station where, upon arriving, he found a mass amount of books of all shapes and sizes.

Once there, he sat amongst the books and began to read to his hearts content. He read books of fiction and books of reality. He read books that had been published recently and books that had been published hundreds and hundreds of years ago. He could not finish every single book because, obviously, he did not have the time, but he read as much as he could. It was calming, the feeling of concentrating on one thing while all the worries of the world seemed to melt right off his shoulders. For hours, he did not think about these games at all. This all changed when he felt a tap on his shoulder from the woman who was in charge of the station. She alerted him that the station was closing and at first, Judas was confused. He understood when he looked around and saw barely any tributes in the room, however. Training was almost over. That was it. Getting up, he walked past the librarian woman and then started back towards his suite, mentally preparing himself for the challenges ahead.

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☓ SAVAGE ☓

It hit Judas suddenly as he was running on the track for his usual morning run. This was the last day of training. Today was the final day to gather oneself and prepare for the arena. Of course, it wasn’t as simple as that, Judas had learned. Once public training was complete, each tribute was to show their skills and be evaluated by the gamemakers. A score would be given between one and twelve that let everyone in all of the country know if this tribute is destined for greatness or if they are destined for failure. One number, that’s all it takes. One number could mean the difference between life and death.

After the private training, then they would be interviewed by the one called Caesar. Judas had remembered seeing him on the recap of Daisy’s games. He was an extremely fruity man that was essentially the embodiment of a rainbow. All the tributes would dress up in fancy attire and then sit there and let this walking rainbow interview them. Daisy had told Judas that the interviews were also extremely important because it gave the sponsors one final look at all the tributes before the games truly began. His mentor had stressed this part and given Judas a look when she said it. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was implying, and he agreed, surprisingly. A sponsor backing him would mean a better chance at surviving. A better chance at surviving meant a better chance at making it to the final battle and, well, it was straightforward from there.

(straightforward to absolute chaos and batshit crazy tributes)

As Judas slowed down his steady paced run into a slow jog, he thought about what other training stations would be good to visit. He glanced around the room as he ran and while he did this, he spotted a station that was void of tribute life, for the most part, that he had thought about visiting the day before. Coming to a stop, he exchanged his running shoes for his regular ones and walked over to the Hand to Hand station.

When he arrived, he stumbled across who he assumed was the trainer sparring with another tribute. It was a boy that Judas did not know the name of. In fact, he had barely seen the boy at all since the games began. He remembered seeing him in the reaping and knew that he came from District Nine. The boy leaped forward, yelling something about feeling very emotional because of someone named Zayn, but was stopped by the trainer. He sidestepped the boys assault and grabbed his arm, twisting it around his back, causing the tribute to scream out in pain and fall to the ground. 

(well that was fucking easy good christ)

Whilst the boy was writhing in pain, the trainer turned his attention to the newcomer who had approached the station. He was a middle aged man with messy, unkept hair and an equally unkept beard. His hair was dyed a strange, dark purple color and his beard was an entirely different color, an emerald green.

“Welcome.”

Judas was still watching the boy on the ground moaning in pain when the man spoke. Turning his attention to the trainer, who was at this point looking rather impatient, Judas decided he would actually speak to this man instead of just nodding like normally. It didn’t seem wise to do anything to piss him off even further. However, before he could he was interrupted by the trainer.

“Let us begin.” He said simply before sprinting full speed towards a wide-eyed Judas. Raising his hands up, Judas clumsily dodged to the side as the trainer attempted to deliver a tremendous punch to his abdomen. 

(what)

He barely had time to regain his composure before the man came at him again, this time with a wide kick. Unfortunately, Judas was not able to dodge this attack and his legs were swept from under him and he hit the ground ass first. He bit the inside of his cheek as the trainer stepped forward and stood over Judas with his arms crossed. 

“Get up.”

Judas did as he was told and then took a few steps back, trying to guess what would be coming next. This time, the man took a slower approach and circled around Judas. Around and around he went and Judas kept eye contact with him the entire time. It was because of that that Judas noticed something peculiar. He didn’t have time to think about it, however, because soon after the trainer attacked, trying to land a barrage of blows on Judas. Judas avoided most of them, but one or two of them managed to land. Had these been injuries caused by an actual weapon, he would be wounded but not dead.

When he backed up this time and raised his arms in front of him, Judas thought about what he had just seen. Right before the trainer attacked, his left eye had twitched for just a second. Perhaps this was... Judas had to make sure.

This time, Judas was the first to attack. He stepped forward and threw a punch at the trainer, who dodged it, obviously. Following that, he threw two more and followed by trying to hook his leg around the trainers. The punches failed, but the leg move did not. He successfully managed to hook his leg around the mans and then, using his body, he pulled with his leg and pushed with his hands at the same time, causing the trainer to fall. However, he rolled to the side and was back on his feet in an instant. Judas expected this, however, but what he expected more was the counter attack that was soon to follow. He was right.

The moment he hopped back on his feet, the trainer closed in on Judas. He did not give any hints as to when he was going to strike with his hands or feet, but Judas knew where to look. He continued to make eye contact with the trainer, waiting to see if his hunch was right. When he saw the twitch, Judas’ eyes widened and he dodged to the side right as the trainer attempted to deliver a devastating punch, kick combo. Judas could see the shock on the trainers face as the boy grabbed the trainers arm and then put him in the same position he himself had put that boy from Nine moments before.

“Not bad, boy. Not bad.” He said as Judas released him. “Ready for more?” He inquired, to which Judas responded by raising his hands and nodding his head. For the next few hours, Judas trained with the man, doing his best to absorb the various fighting styles the trainer showed him as well as the motions for how to defend himself as well as go on the offensive.