When 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 gets chosen for 68th annual hunger games and her mentor is none other then the capitol darling, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐑.
In the battle of life and death, Juliette Ambrose ends up finding herself falling for her...
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❀— 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 —❀ ACT III CHAPTER 25 ( and my whole life's ruined )
The night was far from restful. Coldness rose from the floor that she'd been moved too, Juliette realised she was no longer in the same bed she was in before, but now on the plain iced floor of a cell. No blanket, no pillows; just a thin medical robe that did a horrendous job of providing warmth to her shivering body.
She felt hot, salty tears roll down her cheek, cascading onto the floor beneath her as she sobbed quietly. The side of Juliette's cheek grazed off the floor whilst she stared blankly at the wall to the side of her. A painful sting came from the left side of her lower abdomen from where she'd been tortured mere hours before for information on the rebels, not like she'd give any away anyways.
Hours must've passed as she continued thinking and rethinking the Quell, what went wrong, who go out, who didn't get out. Although the thought of what the Capitol were going to do to her tomorrow plagued her mind, it was no secret that they'd been torturing the information out of her, probably the other victors too but she'd yet to see them.
Eventually, the daylight was welcomed back into her mind as Finnick flooded her memories, she wondered if he was okay, and if he was coping well enough to power through. All she wanted was for him to wrap his arms around her into a strong hold and tell her everything was going to be okay. With that she eloped sleep back into her body falling into a nightmare fulfilled obis.
"Get up." a gruff voice yelled as a loud bang rung through Juliette's ears causing her shoot up. It's a peace keeper whose face was covered with a white mask, gun in hand holding her cell door open.
Somehow she had managed to stumble to her feet with a slight wince in pain. To her left she sees Peeta being taken away by multiple peace keepers and Johanna to her right being dragged away into a room filled with buzzes and electricity flooding through it.
If it wasn't for the peace keeper holding her up she probably would've tumbled over by now.
Juliette was shoved into a chair whilst three more blurry figures entered the room, a bright light shone into her eyes. "What's going on?" she murmured disorientated.
Her eyes quickly got used to the surroundings. It wasn't a torture room like she'd previously seen, this time its filled with boxes filled to the brim with makeup, walls lined with wigs and closets filled with different clothes and shoes.
One of them must've noted her confusion, "Oh lucky you!" a woman with bright yellow hair exclaimed, "Caeser's asked for you on his show. We've been ordered to get you ready."
A toothy grin widened on the woman's face whilst Juliette's face dropped. After hours of torture the last thing she wanted to do was go on a talk show and brag about how she survived. Again.
Capitol Beauticians scrubbed every inch of her scarred body, bathing her in scented soaps and bubbles, washing her hair as well as styling it and picking out an all white outfit.
As they escorted her out of the room she passes Johanna who's dressed also in an all white dress, she can only assume Peeta is the same.
"You're up next!" A woman gives her a pearly grin as she guides Juliette, a hand on the girl's lower back.
Caeser was sat cross-legged on a plush red chair as he fixes his hair. "Ah," he states, "Juliette, you've arrived!" he waves to the people behind the cameras in a gesture to begin rolling the tape.
He takes a deep breath in, "Hello. Good evening and a warm welcome to the citizens of Panem. im Caesar Flickerman. And whoever you are, whatever you are doing, if you're working put down your work. if you're having dinner then pause your dinner as tonight. " he pauses, Caeser's eyes flicker over to Juliette as the camera zooms out to allow both of them to fit into the frame.
"We have a special guest. Multiple if you must. There has been a ramp speculation about what really happened in the Quarter Quell. And here with is today, to shed a little light on the subject for us are some of our most beloved victors. You just saw Mr. Peeta Mellark, now I'd like you to welcome Ms. Ambrose."
All victors knew Caeser had a talented for switching his emotions for his show, contrasting his enthusiasm to the games, even the deaths of tributes he could make sound fun and exciting even though the truth is completely the opposite.
"Juliette, a lot of people feel as though they are in the dark." he says.
She gulps down the nervousness, "I understand where they're coming from." Juliette could feel Snow's presents enter the set. His cold stare sent shivers down her spine. She knew if she says the wrong things she'd be punished for it. But how worse could it get?
"Now," Caeser says, "We want to know what really happened in that arena."
Memories flooded her brain as she racked through what she could remember, "I was in the jungle with Johanna and Aurora, we were going to see if we could find anyone else that we could.. well, kill. But we couldn't see anyone apart from Enobaria so we just left. Eventually we heard Finnick screaming at Katniss so we ran.. then there was this big flashing light. Then it turned to darkness."
Caeser hummed, "Interesting, now Finnick was with Katniss when all of this happened. Do you know if they had been planning on escaping together this whole time?"
She shook her head.
"How do you feel about Finnick not sticking with you? I mean, you could've gotten out with him just like he did. Ultimately leaving you behind to go with the rebels?"
Frustration and anger bubbled in her veins, threatening to seep out, "I was only following Beetee's plan. Finnick couldn't stay with me."
Juliette wasn't stupid. She knew what they were doing, they were probably streaming this in District 13 at this very moment. All off the districts could see this, and all she could feel was humiliation and an over-whelming sense of grief.
"Calm down," he soothed, "Do you hold some kind of resentment for Ms. Everdeen for leaving you behind? Betrayal?"
She furrowed her brows in confusion, "wha— no? Caeser I hold no grudge against her, I've already said there s no rebellion plan."
Caeser held a nervous smile, "Well that's all for now folks. I'm sure you're glad there's some truth been cleared and you've seen a familiar and beloved face during such a time of unrest. Thank you." The Panem anthem blasted through as the cameras shut off.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
hey pookies im backkkk, this chapter is so sad but yay ho its got like four chapters left, three until the dinette reunion!! It's just been hard to write since Netflix took off the hunger games movies and I lost literally all my motivation to do literally anything but I watched tbosbas today and it brought it all back!
