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Zelo/Henry Drabble: Simply What Now?Henry stared at the body under his, panting heavily. Blood of his now deceased opponent had splattered on his torn clothes, making some spots damp, and on his calloused hands, the liquid warm against his skin.
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He had done it again, and he had survived again, bringing momentary peace and safety to Zelo and himself again. That's all he wanted now; peace. How could he have been so stupid that he'd volunteer to play these horrid Games? Just exactly what was he thinking?
Of course, before, he didn't know love, and didn't feel the need to stay back there, in his district, in his village. And if he hadn't volunteered, he wouldn't have met Zelo anyway.
Henry pulled the dagger out of the corpse's chest, the blade making a sickening sound as it left the flesh, the muscles. The chubby cheeked teenager winced at the sound, then carefully wiped his precious blade on the hem of his shirt, standing back up.
"Zelo?" he called, nervously looking around for the blonde head he was desperate to see. He ha