The Hunger Games 2 - The Flames

Chapter 25

I was left alone in the observation room till dawn, no one dared bothering me, not even for updates. It was enough that mum lost her sister again in the games, but then only hearing her mother dies in the halls we walk in. Her scream still haunts me, it was like a mixtape playing constantly in my mind and never wanting to leave.

I guess I couldn't blame myself as much, the amount of times I've heard people say 'If life gives you lemons, you make jug of lemonade' ... but I never used to understood that term till today.

"Amanda? Love you've been sitting in the same spot all day long... you need to get up and get some rest" dad spoke quietly trying to get me on my feet.

"I don't think mums ever going to talk to me again" I state after a certain amount of time. "She's going to hate me forever" I add.

"Sweetie, never talk like that .. mum loves you no matter what, she wants the best for you - she will accept it, its part of life" Dad responds holding me tight noticing the light tears that formed under my eyes.

It seemed to be that I was reliving the feelings or moments I had when I was 13 years old. Dad had to walk me back to my room as I was too emotional to function my own feet. I guess my world wanted a little father and daughter moment again... I remember having these regularly before Aloe was born.

"I remember you was just a kid and your brother was just about to turn 2. I never realised that my kids would be almost as dangerous as my wife today" he spoke tucking me in.

"Well, we do carry half of both our parents" I replied with a smile.

"Yeah, just waiting to see which one of you two managed to take on the baking genes" he responds with a smile growing across his face. "I would assume it would be you this time round"

"Me?" I questioned as dad nodded. "I'm not the one to bake, like mums not the one with making friends"

"Who knows.. it could be you dear" he responds again after a moment of thinking time, add a short poking time. "right, I'm going to do my shift in the observation room with your uncle ... get some sleep."

As I sleep, the constant screams repeat through out the entire night in my head, but that never stopped me getting some sleep. I had to pick myself up from yesterday, being emotionally destroyed won't get me this time.

By morning, I was back to my regular self, the usual giving to the districts to build up before another dark day happens. This time I made sure family and friends were guarded and safe.

"Ma'am... we have a power down in district 7" a voice said

"Right, send in some recruits to district 7, make sure they take power packs to them... I'm pretty sure Snow won't be needing them anytime soon" I replied rubbing my chin watching Snow sprawl across the floor in pain.

Just watching a man in pain .. who was once a ruler of the country brought the success of having the new life back. He was the perfect definition of the American Dream killer. I despised him for what he had done to us all, he destroyed a nation by giving us less than we needed.

He put up fences across the nation of panem to prevent us trespassing. Those fences electrocuted thousands in the past couple decades. People deserve to live a life that was free, than a cruddy life that trapped them in like animals for a science experiment.

"Get me out of here! I don't deserve this torture! Quit being such a radical Amanda!!" Snow yells pounding against the walls on his knees, I guess he was trying to find out which was the see through glass.

"Snow.. you deserve it all, putting thousands in an arena every year to kill each other is worth the pain you get everyday today, I will continue on my ways to make you suffer on what we did ... I want you to know this is unacceptable and the pain you gave us will backfire not once ... but thousands of times back to you like the bullet shot at my grandmother." I replied to his desperate cries pressing the button that projected my voice in his room. "I will remind you once more, that the families that lost their child will have revenge on you" I add.

A couple minutes passed by as I watched snow do nothing but pluck the leaves off the roses we gave him. Just watching him do nothing for ages got us bored to death, we had no choice to give him the last surviving roses from his garden to him.

"Hey Amanda" Mark said walking in all in gear

"Hey Mark... what's with the gear?" I asked turning in my seat with a cup of water in my hand.

"Oh, I was asked by the weaponry team to test out new weapons" he answers taking the seat next to me

"Seem interesting" I said with a light laugh

"Ah, finally gave the old man something to do in his cell" mark spoke

"Yeah, something to cure us all from being dead of boredom... nothing's working at all" I replied "nothing.."

"We're working hard for a new potion... still have no clue what that last ingredient is... we've tried twice with the ones we made before and no success but I'm sure it's going to be this one" he answers

"Dear, I'm sure it's going to work but it's a 1 in a million chance it's going to make him powerful again ... I can see it" I replied almost instantly.

Mum told me a couple years back that everything about me would change, of course I didn't believe her as I was a typical teenage girl. Now, I have to take everything in consideration, I had to think about things before it actually happens to me. Now, being the daughter of Katniss Everdeen aka Katniss Mellark .. I knew I wouldn't stand by it and I would go against it at times.

I've realised since I became a leader for a temporary amount of time, I lost connection with Mark and gained more with Jake, despite the fact I absolutely hated Jake ... but we were close. My schedule was completely full for the rest of the month while Marks had gaps in his... he wanted time with me but couldn't.

"Have you asked for a day off?" Mark asks pulling me into a tight hug before I left for a meeting.

"I did" I replied.

"Then? Your free?" Mark asks again with a small smile

"Sorry" I replied with a sad tone. "if I took a day off, there won't be anyone taking control... there's not a soul in this dungeon that can take it like I can" I added

"How about your mum?" He asked pulling me back by the arm trying to keep me back for a little longer.

"I'm too afraid to ask her... She might not even be talking to me" I respond after a couple minutes.

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A/N:-

I'll be updating shortly after this chapter reaches 100+ reads and I wanted to give a notice.
Please if you don't mind checking out the new book I'm writing 'The Bad Boy Next Door' I really want it to do well in order for me to continue the series.