The (little) Spark

The (littliest) spark in me

"With this, the 3rd Quarter Quell games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district!"
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I want to scream so bad. First, I learn I'm having a baby, and now this?! I already won his stupid game!
"UGH! That pale little- " I realized prim was there."katniss... you know you shouldn't swear-" my mum says before I cut her off. I can't cuss in front of her. "-He wants nothing but power and his sick, twisted, repulsive form of entertainment!" I smash some glasses onto the table. In turn, I got a lecture from my mum.  I don't pay attention.  Then, something clicks.

Peeta.

The father of my child, my love,  is most likely going into the arena. I can't let that happen. I rush across the room and as soon as I open the door, a slash of cold air comes across my face. I bet thats snows heart beating around panem, his heart is so cold it radiates across everyone."Hey, I'm not done with you-" I bolt off before she could say anything else.  I reach haymitchs house, not to far from mine.

"Oh, killjoy, why don't you come join me?" He says in a     mocking-like tone of voice.
I look at him. He knows better. I just cut to the chase."Haymitch, I need your help. I need you to keep peeta alive. Peeta lives, not me. I need you to volunteer for him."
  He just stares at me, looking suddenly.. a bit upset." Oh, we are talking about the 3rd quarter quell? Well, what's it say that Peeta was here 45 minutes ago, begging to save your life and you just now show up? You could live a 100 lifetimes and NEVER deserve that boy."
I give him a stern look. "Promise me."
"You know if I get called, than there is nothing I can do-"
"I know."
He gives it a thought. "OK." I walk out the door, thinking about my unborn child.

I can't stand it anymore. "I'm NOT going to be a shiny, small chesspiece of his any longer.  This time, I'm gonna be a player. I will make sure they all get the message."  I start to think about it.. The tour is 3 months from now, but as I'm 7 months along, they still wouldn't care. Even if the residents do, the president won't. Which would mean I'm gonna be nearing the end of my pregnancy in the arena. I just want to go home, not for a lecture, but to think it over.

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I think this over as I go into the living  room after the lecture and everyone's in bed.
People are gonna be out to kill me AND my child! I can't loose my unborn child-

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

Who could that be?

I open the door, only to see a certain blonde-haired boy. "Hey, katniss.. I decided to drop by seeing as we are going into the arena.. again." "Tell me about it.. by the way, peeta, how are we supposed to go into the arena with a child on the way?" " I don't know, katniss, I dont know.." I feel a kick in my ribs.  "She missed her daddy alot ." " yeah, I bet he did." " you think it's a boy?" "Yeah, I do! I have a feeling."

He cuddles up next to me, next to the fireplace. "I wish we could stay here forever, katniss.. " I looked at him at his baby blue eyes and say, "I love you, peeta. Nothing will ever change that, not the games, not the capitol,  not even prim."
"That's good to know."  I strip off my clothes, and peeta does the same. He carries me up to my bedroom.

"You ready , katniss?" I gave him a small nod. "Alright, I just don't want to hurt you, so I will make it easy." He starts kissing down my neck and into my torso. He's  like a kid on Christmas,  eager to open his present. In more ways then one.

Soon enough,  we fall asleep on eachother, in a spooning position , but not before the birds and the bees. We had to atleast once.
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The next 2 1/2 months, well, is the day I'm dreading. 

We all go to the justice building, with a whole entire crowd watching us. Effie reaches her hand into the bowl, giving me a look of despair. "As always, ladies first.."
"Katniss everdeen.." Effie says in a sad, almost depressed tone. I let out a tear, and gave her a depressing look.  "And now, for the men.." she sighs as she opens the slip of paper in her hand. ".. Haymitch Abernathy.."
I hear a voice. It was peeta's."I volunteer as tribute."
"I can't let you do that. "
"You can't stop me, let go."

No. He need's to be alive. If  anybody, it should be me and haymitch. Not him. My child needs a father. It was guaranteed I was going back in. Everybody else salutes in honor of me. I almost break down , if it wasn't for my image and peeta, then I wouldve.  "Peeta, no.." I whisper. Not enough for others to hear,  luckily. The peace keepers drag us away before I could say goodbye to my family. To prim. To gale. Even to that beaten-up cat.

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I tried my best ! Sorry, it's on a bit of a cliffhanger..