bloodandtitanium:

She knew the hit was coming. Erika had counted on it. That’s why she just laughed as she slid down the wall to sit on sit limply on the ground. Dylan was strong—they both were. It a was perk of being a Career, especially from District 2. Erika basked in the throbbing pain in her face and neck, the copper taste of blood in her mouth. 

“That’s my boy." 

Erika figured Dylan had given her a concussion because the world now felt as though it were tilting.

Her laughter did nothing to make Dylan let up. It just made him want to make her stop any way he could. Another blow to the side of her face, and more to follow. And those words; the degrading sentence that stumbled from her bloody mouth. Stop talking. Just stop. He couldn’t even tell whether or not the words had been out loud.