The Trackjacker And The Mockingjay (Katniss Everdeen X F.OC)

Outing

(Fun fact: Gale will do something in future chapters that you will like, only one thing after a lot of not like.)

This is bothersome

I just wish they left me alone, but sadly, she knew they wouldn't anytime soon.

Twisting my black ring around my finger, eyes rolling.

But well, to get out of here I guess I can't go murdering that Kaaaatniss bitch, and that she needs to actually think logically about this.

She can't let herself act out of turn just like that, somehow she needs to suppress that instinct to kill her... She knows this. Info, info and info, that's what's needed here.

Just what is real or fake anymore? Fuck. What can I believe? What can I know to be true?

This is a bother... I can be sure of nothing, nothing at all. Fucking dammit!

Their stupid breathing exercises don't work. They can keep on yapping to me about the benefits and how I can stay calm but it doesn't fucking work!

Taking a deep breath with a grumble, I hate this... I despise this... Just what... What is real?

...

Looking at my lap before shaking my head hard... She knows she can't give into all the negativity, that would just but like losing reason and Percy cannot let that win.

But damn is it confusing, the inability to tell what was true, fake, a lie, reality.

This can't keep going on like this.

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"No. I will not permit it." This woman is pissing me off, no she should stay calm.

"I am here as courtesy not to ask permission." Percy said, sole reason was she got to walk out of that room was Haymitch vouching for her and she can tell with enough courtesy that he'd mean it, the 'being on her side', that she better not muck up the trust others have in him... It can be very useful for her. "If I don't see it for myself... They say goodbye to the nice little weapon you want me to become." Eyes widen at me while I chuckle. "Hit the nail on the head yeah? I know how you presidents act, you always need weapons in your wars. I heard from a little gossip that you wanted to save me not Katniss from the arena, I wonder why?"

Drumming my fingers on the desk, grin plastered on my face. Ignoring Haymitches hand on my shoulder as I throw my hands out at my side with a shrug, hands out and facing the ceiling.

"Candidate, victor, one in a generation, a jacker, Percy... Whatever title I sport I always have people wanting to use me, you are not the first, I can read between the lines even if this--" Tapping the side of my head. "-is messed up for me. I am no willing weapon tho. I fight for what I want, you rebels are just doing what I would do and what I currently want is to see that myself. Stand in my way and see how much of your pristine command center stays blood free."

"You're doing it again, calm." Haymitch gruffly whispered.

Lifting a hand, I gently bit the black ring with an eye roll, whatever I can act how I want, no one here will know who my brother is anyway.

"Oh shut up." Shrugging off his hands, side eyeing him. "All I saw was those videos. I deserve to see what became of--" "I'll authorize an outing." This Coin woman said that like she was sending me on a picknick... An outing, don't make me laugh.

"But."

Ah, there it is.

"But you'll wear this to ensure you are no danger to anyone, much less the face of our revolution."