Mass release: 7/16
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Lovise Holst-Mathiasen
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"I never heard any of that," Jose gasped.
"No wonder," I scoffed, "the only copy of those archives were left with my clan, none of the others wanted the future generations to know of this, because it would damage the narrative they were manipulating all the population to focus on. That is: The Haynes are untouchable and rightfully the top 1, and nobody should confront them because it would never change, as they were blessed to always be picked. The Mathiasen are a shit bunch of cursed ruffians, who only care about revenge, are mentally ill, only have brain and no fighting skills, even less the ability needed for leadership."
"Then a type of brainwashing," Timmy pointed.
"Yes, that'd be the perfect word for it. The Haynes were ashamed of having lost to the Mathiasen once, even though they were only in the top of the chain to begin with, because of my ancestors. They got too used to being the ones to say the last word, to have everyone looking up to them, and to being a bunch of spoiled brats who need the affirmation that no matter what kind of shit they do, they will remain on top."
"They wanted to hide their shameful past, because they didn't want to be picked on, since they only lost to a Mathiasen because of their actions. Keith Haynes was not a rightful man, he betrayed his best friend, girlfriend, and he broke her heart because he never thought they would both be chosen, he never thought she would end up being better than him, that she would keep a grudge and aim for something better, because to him, the best out there was him. He thought that no matter what would happen, she would be a pushover and hand him the 1st place."
"She didn't," I mocked, "because we're better than that. She not did not shut up, sit still and looked pretty, as she cut all contact between their clans, so the Haynes could never use the Mathiasen again for their own gain. Why should she give up the first place to them, just because our ancestor did? She had nothing to do with Adrien's choices, she was a human being just like him, she had free will and was able to make her own choices, just like him. The Haynes underestimated my bloodline, and that fucked them up, in the most tragic edition of the games ever, the bloodiest of all."
"The only edition in which only the top 2 tributes barely survived. Mathiasen and Haynes. No wonder, according to the archives, they used to call the 62nd Nightmare, it was horrifying to everyone who watched it, and nobody wanted to even talk about it at all, many people apparently got no short of traumatized from it, kids who watched it. It was just plain brutal," I stood up, walking towards the small black fridge at the side looking for a bottle of water and finding four different types of it. "Rich people are so weird, can't they just drink normal water, what's with those 4 types of it?"
"Try the bubbly one before judging it," Severin scoffed. I clicked my tongue, and grabbed the one with a red lid. "How did know it was that,"
"Intuition, baby boy, c'mon, don't make me repeat it for the 1000th time, I'm pure intuition. Besides," I opened the bottle, "you said it as if it was the best one, the top 3 dress red, each water bottle type has the lid in a different color. Red, yellow, green, and blue. Blue must be the one I'm used to, since it's in the lowest category, and I'm used with water from low areas. Red is the top, so, logically, the water you sound like it was the best one should be the one with the red lid," I winked and took a sip of it.
5 seconds in and I'm sure my skin got green-ish, because I felt no short of nauseous, I choked on it, and ran to the bathroom, beating the door open and speeding to the sink.
"Ew, ew, ew, fucking ew, bleh, bleh," I blurted dramatically, but genuinely desperate to wash the taste from my tongue. "Who drinks this shit?" I cried, tears in my eyes. "This is horrible, it taste like… like… gas and horse pee, and never even drank horse pee," I cried, and to my dismay, all of them burst out laughing. "Bloody bastards, this ain't funny."
I gasped, grabbing the toothpaste tub, opening up, and putting a ton on my mouth, and chewing it, feeling even worse.
"My belly is bubbly, this is not good, I think I'll," I burped, "ugh," again, and again, and again, and again. "Who drinks," another one, "this shit?" I cried. "You did it on," another burp, "purpose, Severin," I yelled.
"Oh man," he choked laughing, "and you want to get to area 1? The bubbly water is the only one they drink there," he giggled.
"Fuck that, fuck that, fuck," another burp, "ugh," I ran to the fridge and grabbed the water with the blue slid, and turned it, drinking it all, all of it in one go, then I grabbed another and drank it too, and to feel ever better, I picked a third bottle and drank half of it. Taking in a deep breath, I drank a bit more, letting out a deep breath, "Oh, boy," I put the bottle down and brought my hands to my face that was burning, "am I blushing?"
"And it's not a little," Jose giggled.
"You think I'm overreacting, dumbass?" I glared at him.
He had the audacity to laugh, "You definitely is."
"Yeah?" I grabbed the sparkling water bottle and went to his bed, then handed it to him, "Drink it then, Joselito," I scowled, "aren't you the alpha male and some shit, drink it then, show me how I was overreacting."
His jaw dropped for a second, but then he smirked wolfishly, took me by my waist and brought me closer to him, making my skin go from hot to boiling hot, "I didn't call you Knows-it-all now, did it, Love? Don't call me that, it hurts my feelings, it's Jose for you," he purred and grabbing the bottle with his free hand, he brought me even closer and I went in, straddling his lap, with a flirty smile on.
"Drink it, Jose."
"What will I win if I do what you're telling me too?" He purred.