Dᴇᴠɪʟ's Aᴅᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇ - Nᴏᴜɴ "ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇss ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ" ╔∘ ✧ ∘════════════════════════════╗ ╚════════════════════════════∘ ✧ ∘╝ "Matthew Williams." He lifted his head at the sound of his name being called, the soft clinking of chains accompanying his movements. A guard. The usual sight; he had seen dozens of them during his stay here, deemed an enemy to public safety. It was a wonder why they didn't just take him out when they came face to face. He still remembered when he had first arrived here, the way that the other inmates stared, ice-cold gazes surrounding, suffocating. That was when he still had hope about getting out of this god-forsaken place, before the flames had been extinguished. The only person who had shown him kindness within these freezing stone barriers was, ironically, someone who should've hated him. Archibald. He called himself “Archie.” A Peacekeeper-in-training, he claimed. Short, thin and lithe, a warm smile always on his face, no matter how he felt. Even on the worst days, he was there, a shoulder to cry into, to express his worst fears. He had been there, telling him about the outside world, sneaking in little gifts if he could, putting in a good word to hopefully reduce his sentence. And then, he was gone. No warning, no goodbye, just an empty space where he should've always been. Was it a wonder now that someone else came to retrieve him, someone who paid no mind to those prisoners? A figure, blind to the plight of those unfortunate enough to end up in this world of no sympathy, no honor, no dignity? Either way, Matthew knew what was coming next. Soon, he would be nothing more than a limp, lifeless form, unceremoniously thrown into a grave, his life never celebrated or remembered. Just another statistic among the innumerable. He had resigned himself to this fate weeks ago, after Archie disappeared without a trace. There was nothing he would live for; his brother was dead, his reputation ruined beyond recognition, and his only friend gone without goodbye. And so, he let himself be led away like a dog, prepared for his tale to be cut short. But, as if something saw his plight, saw the disheveled figure and decided that he needed a second chance, He Was Spared. Matthew Lein, the black sheep of his family, the one who stole the lives of Capitol folks who had no hand in the games, a man broken by the loss of his only family, something that never deserved redemption, was spared the death penalty, instead being shipped to the Capitol in place of some winner of the tribute lottery. Who knew why whoever it was did it. Maybe pity, maybe revenge, maybe a desire to see some chaos. Nevertheless, here he stood, no longer chained physically, but now metaphorically, sentenced to a fate unknown to even the greatest theorists. A cruel trick, one of many that they seemed to be pulling lately. Every nerve, every thought, every waking moment screamed at him to take the other way out, to avoid going against his morals. But he knew that if he didn’t take this, he would be gone for good. Perhaps playing for the other team was a good thing. Just so that one can watch it all burn down once more. ==================================== Yeah this took me like a week to write mostly because I kept procrastinating it and preparing for Korea so sorry for the late post. I feel like you can tell where I started to rush things just to get it out lol Credits: All art by me Writing by me Definition taken from Merriam-Webster Song is Providence by Poor Man’s Poison
