am·biv·a·lence
/amˈbivələns/
noun
the state of having mixed feelings or contradictory ideas about something or someone.
It all started with Elliot's eyes not budging from the screen that sat in her kitchen. She sat in silence, she knew he could pull...
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"You and a syringe against the capitol?" Haymitch says taking the 'weapon' out of Katniss' hands. "See this is why no one lets you make the plans."
"What the hell are you doing here?" Katniss asked Finnick, enraged by her lack of knowledge in the entire scheme they are playing. Plutarch and Haymitch had stolen a capital's aircraft to get the tributes out of the arena, but they could only get four, Seth, Beetee, Katniss, and Finnick, everyone else was taken by the capital.
"Stop, stop. Just listen." Finnick said to the girl.
"We couldn't tell you with Snow watching. It was too risky." Haymitch spoke, finally loosening his grip on the girl. "Better for you to know nothing." Katniss pushed off of her former mentor.
"Where's Peeta?"
"Now, Katniss." Plutarch trailed off. "You have been our mission from the beginning. The plan was to always get you out." Katniss looked at him questionly. " Half the tributes were in on it. This is the revolution. And you are the Mockingjay." He was nodding his head, agreeing with himself. "And we're on our way to district 13 right now."
"Thirteen?" The girl questioned.
"Thirteen, yes."
"Where's Peeta?"
"He still has his tracker in his arm. Johanna and Elliot cut yours out and I believe Elliot tried to get his, but she couldn't in time." Haymitch started talking to the girl while Plutarch and Finnick went to see if Seth was up yet.
"Where is he?"
"In the capitol..." Haymitch trailed off. "They got him, Johanna and Elliot."
"You son of a bitch, you son of a-" Katniss began to slap and hit Haymitch. "You promised you would save him over me!" Katniss shouted while Haymitch tried to pin her down on the ground. Plutarch took a needle and shot it in the girl's back making her fall to the ground, slowly going unconscious.
"You promised. You're a liar, you're a liar." Katniss repeated that statement over and over until she fell unconscious.
"Welcome back." Elliot squinted her eyes, adjusting to the bright white room. The voice was deep and cynical. She let out a groan, feeling a burst of pain in her abdomen. She tried to bring her hands to her stomach, but she couldn't. Elliot felt the ice cold silver chains on her feet and hands. Once she finally got her eyes opened, she saw a totally white room, the chairs, the bed, the walls, and the floor we plastered in a blinding white. It was a small square room with a thick, white door with a small window that leads to what looked like a narrow hallway. She was laying on a white bed with scratchy sheets that sat in the middle of the room. There were also medical carts with needles, medical scissors and tape.
"Ms. Young," Elliot looked up to see the one man she despises, the culprit of her pain. President Snow.
"You FUCKER!" She screamed at the man, trying desperately to get out of the chains.
