Revenant | narnia + hunger games

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Empty. That's what Peter has felt for days since Nia left. Still sitting in the same spot constantly repeating her words. Coward. Useless. She has every right to hate me. Why did I do that. I could've stopped them. I can still try? It's too late now. I just want to see her again, I don't even care if she's yelling at me. He put his head in his hands, tears threatening to spill again. A faint noise was heard from the doorway as Laurie walked in and handed him a tea, "Don't even worry about them Pete, they don't get our plan. Your siblings will come around and either way," She stirred the spoon in his cup, "it'll be a distant memory soon enough." Peter sighed  and took a sip as he closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall.
~
Peter blinked a few times snapping out of his daze. He was at another council meeting, at the head of the table stood Mark, his father. But Peter just calls him Mark, he was never much of a father anyways. They had more of a professional relationship than a family one. Peter suppressed his yawn, and the urge to hit his head on the desk until he lost consciousness. How did he even get here, What poor life decisions did I make to get here. His phone buzzed in his pocket Laurie. Oh right I let her into my life. He mentally rolled his eyes. He had been so young and stupid, joining the council just to impress her and escape his fathers constant belittling. Thank god she moved away when she did or he wouldn't have realized how horrible she was. He paused, confusion washing over him. He hadn't been that drunk at the gala to get back with her, even if he did why would he follow through the next day when he came to his senses. Peter sat up straighter. Matter of fact, he barely remembered coming here to this meeting in the first place. Shit. He stood suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor loudly. The room fell silent as all eyes landed on the blond boy.
"Sorry," he cleared his throat, "I have an important, uh, meeting to get to"
He said trying to avoid the contempt filled gaze of his father.
"Sit down." Mark ordered from his seat.
Shifting his weight slightly, Peter hesitated,
"No."
He said finally, as he closed his folder and left the room.
~
Ed you fucker pick up the phone. He groaned as his call was declined once again

PeterPevensie: @EdTheJust Pick up your phone. Please.
     - > EdTheJust: wtf is wrong with you.

Peter's phone lit up
"Ed.. I think Laurie did something to me"
"What?!"
"I don't know what exactly, but I keep spacing out and have gaps in my memory. I don't know what's going on... Ed I need help"
"...." A faint sigh could be heard from the other side of the phone, "I'm on my way"

~

"Nia, Nia get up"
"Edmund I can and will kill you Leave me alone."
"Just get up and come with me"
"What are you a child who needs chaperoning? Get out."
"Niaaaa"
"Fuck offfff"
"I'll tell Enne on you."
Nia lifts her head from her pillow, "ugh what do you want and why can't Enne help you"
"Nia this is serious,"
The girl sat up in her bed with a curious look on her face, "What the hell are you going on about"
"It's Peter"
"I don't care-
"He's in trouble"
Nia feels a pit form in her stomach, "I'll be ready in 5."
As the door closes behind Edmund, Nia pulls out her phone. Hesitating over Finnick's number she paused, quickly deciding against it and dialling Haymitch instead.
"What do you want?"
"Damn did you run out of alcohol or something?"
"Cut to the chase girl"
"It's Peter..."
Haymitch let out a long groan, "I'm on my way. Bring your guns."
"You don't even know what happened"
"Do you?"
"...no"
"Then bring the guns"
"Wait- Nia quickly stops Haymitch from hanging up, "What do you think happened?"
Haymitch sighed, "I'm not sure but I have a feeling it has to do with that mystery device we keep hearing about"

The realization hit Nia like a ton of bricks. He was controlled? Of course he was. And we didn't notice? Nia felt horrible, all the things she said to him. She should've known he would never do that-
It's not like she knew him for long but, that familiar aching for him that is always with her sat heavy in her chest. She needed to make this right.