Home At Last

by INeverFinishAnything

Summary:

After Sejanus died, he woke up in a cold, dark void. He was never given the district 2 burial ritual, so he had to figure it out on his own. eventually he makes it somewhere- and sees a very familiar face.

Sejanus wakes up in a dark, almost void-like place. Everything comes rushing back in a moment. He was killed by the very people he was supposed to call family, friends, colleagues, or brothers. the very people he was told to look up to. Killed for having an ounce of compassion. Now he has no way of getting food to even make it on this journey to wherever he's supposed to be headed. He waits here for maybe a few days hoping that maybe, maybe someone would remember he exists and help him. Maybe someone from the Covey. Maybe Maude Ivory knows, he might have mentioned something to her. Maybe Coryo told Lucy Gray. Coryo, maybe he would, he knows about it that's for sure, but there's something telling him that he wouldn't. Maybe not all the memories have come back yet. Maybe someone else will. But Nothing happens. He starts walking with nothing but a gut feeling to guide him. Hoping he might, on some miracle, make it there. He kept walking and walking until he couldn't anymore. He collapsed onto the ground, with no energy to keep going. Then he looked up. He made it. He was home. He was in district 2. There were so many people there, and once they saw who he was they made sure to stay clear of him, after a bit of confusion of him being there. but there was one person who stood out to him, the person stopped, a distance away, and didnt seem to know what to make of it, shocked and confused.
"Marcus?..." that seemed to snap them back to reality, and they just, walked away. Sejanus eventually found enough energy to lean against a tree, not knowing what else to do, no one wanted him there.
he seemed to stay there for awhile, maybe a couple days, before someone sat beside him, "why are you here?" Marcus, and some bread.
"Well, it seems I died."
"yeah, but how? You didnt seem to have food when you arrived. I mean even I did, I don't know how, but I did. I have a suspicion though." Marcus handed him the loaf as he asked the question.
"I wanted to help some people, and they killed me for it. No one either knew or cared enough to give me some bread."
The response seemingly answered his question. "Thank you, by the way, for the bread"
"ah, so you knew"
"as i said, i had my suspicions. Why here?"
" I'm here because this is my home"
"you gave that up a long time ago"
"i was 8. my father gave it up, i never wanted to move, wish i hadn't."
"I'm sorry things turned out this way for you"
"You're one to talk"
"Why'd you choose this tree?"
"What do you mean?"
"This tree, its not one here, its like it belonged somewhere else." he stood up and out reached him arm for Sejanus to grab so he could see the tree.
Almost as soon as he stood up he fell back to the ground, not because of the hunger, the bread was fine for now, but because he instantly knew this tree. The Hanging Tree.
Marcus treid to catch him as he fell, too late, but the effort was there. Sejanus answered before Marcus could ask more questions. "Its how I died. It's The Hanging Tree in district 12."