A Rebellious Spirit | Book III

Chapter Thirteen | Only a Dream

[Authors Note]

Just a warning, but I am not all that great at writing romantic stuff. I prefer adventure/war stuff. But, it's not all that bad.

Stay classy and drop a comment! Tell me what you are thinking so far! Decided to have a bit of a reward thing :) first three people to leave a decent length comment will get a follow, a shout out, and the first comment will get both of those things and on of the unnamed tributes :)

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Gloss and Cashmere, brother and sister from District One.

Enobaria and Brutus, from District Two.

Wiress and Beete, from District Three.

Hector and Kaylee, from District Five.

Percy and Criss, from District Six who looked even more frail than Mags.

Johanna and Blight, from District Seven.

Cecelia and Woof, from District Eight.

Too many faces from the reaping recaps. Too many Victors who had been betrayed by the Capitol by being tossed back in the games. Quinn hadn't been able to bring herself to watch the rest of the reapings, all she knew that Katniss Everdeen-- the darling of the Capitol had been reaped. The odds of Peeta Mellark not volunteering to go with her were slim too-- at least if all of that star-crossed lovers and marriage were all fake. Which Quinn was positive it was. Twelve hadn't had a Victor for years, they needed anything to get one. And pulling a card like that sure improved their chances.

Quinn had her blankets pulled tightly around her. She stared blankly at the window by her bed, watching the scenery fly by her in the darkness at two hundred miles an hour. The only reason she knew that was because Remilda had tried to start up conversation at dinner by bringing it up. It was something to think about, but her mind kept wandering back to what would be happening in just under a week. In just one day she could end up back in the games. But she tried not to think about that, she tried to think about the fact that another Victor could have been voted into the games.

But the idea of Finnick and Mags being in that arena with Victors who were angry and just wanted out, Victors who were prepared to fight like Enobaria with her filed teeth to be fangs...it wasn't something she wanted to watch happen. She already felt helpless-- this had been the main thing that Quinn had run away from. Losing a tribute, thinking there could have been anything that could have been done.

Quinn took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she tightened her grip on her blanket. She couldn't help but let her mind wander to the voting that was going on at that very moment in the Capitol. Who was Orion voting for? Did he even vote? Was it even a requirement? He wouldn't vote for her, would he? He'd refuse to vote. He wouldn't even vote. That wasn't like him, to do something like that. He was opposed to the games, he saw what it did to tributes-- he didn't buy anything the Capitol said about it.

Quinn hadn't done much thinking about Orion. She had pushed him out of her thoughts, but she had had Coleman and Isabella to distract her. But now, going back to the Capitol. She was bound to see him, which in a way she was glad about.

If there wasn't going to be a favourite tribute, then seeing Orion may have been the one good thing about being a mentor. But if there was a chance that Quinn could be the favourite and go back into the arena, only to die-- she didn't want to see him again. She didn't want to lose him.

Quinn took a big breath again and let it out in a sigh as she rolled over and finally tried to go to sleep. Slowly her eyes stayed shut, and she could feel herself drifting off into sleep.