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

Complicated

All those stares.

It bothered her less then knowing they were staring through her.

She knows she's a monster, a mutt of the Captiol... She is sadly not stupid enough to forget all the docs told her even in a lash out is she?

Tell her once they changed up her brain like some lowly machines motherboard and she'll even save keep that analogy whispering in her ears day in and day out.

Tell her that she needs to keep a lock on it before this thing she is is not herself and just a violent mimic of a moment monster and she'll keep staring at her hands wondering how much blood is there on it and is she forgetting what she did.

But tell her not what she wants to know and it will fester like a wound ignored for the greater good of survival.

...

And that...

These... Memories...

That feel foreign to her life and yet... Scars gnaw into her side and pains shoot through a leg missing... If those aren't her memories then why does she suffer the consequences of them?

Or at those others the different ones? The unknown ones? The not mine ones?

"Peeta... Peeta." She muttered, waving her finger in the air like she was scolding a child but talking to herself since her goal was to find him for her answers and not get sucked into her own mind's vortex.

No monster would welcome her home.

No mutt would wish her health.

She could turn that how she wanted, use different words to mean the same but none of the fake or real memories, tho undistinguished from each other, ever mucked up that blood guy's face with malice... And those that did, they had this... Shine to them, this feeling of cellophane wrapped image made in jello, mushed together with ways it shouldn't.

The one with nothing to blame on being to get blamed with something... And with what docs call an incomplete process of brain rewriting... Will make the one rewritten doubt that the blame is correctly placed.

(That's one confusing sentence XD.)

Looking around as she basically stood still at the entrance of the chow hall or something turned into that... Those gazes again... Such a big room...

But a movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention more.

A fling of a fist upwards.

The platter went flying out of Finnick's hand before he could even hope to say hi like he had planned.

Arms held up on each side with open palms.

"Hey, maybe blink a little before your eyes fall out of your head." He said, not taking the destruction of his lunch that badly. The tremble in the dropped fist didn't escape him. "You can calm down."

"I'm calm, just don't sneak up on me." Percy said, turning her gaze away disheartened before lifting a brow.

That... That was not directed at her.

From a simple glance to her left only she could count at least six with either hands on their service weapon or having drawn it to an aim.

Crossing her arms, gently biting her her inner cheeks.

The platter, finally having the mash potatoes unstick from the ceiling, came falling down with a deafening clatter in the room where silence was master.

...

"Look, just... Stay back." She said with a grumble. "Next time that will be your head... Have you seen Peeta?"

"Well I--" "Peeta, where?" Percy tapped her foot on the ground, killing any hope for a chat or opening up to anything.

Finnick stared for a moment before, a bit defeated since they were not that close them too but still, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb in the wage dirrection.

"Tho he's with Katniss and the gang." He warned.

Percy flinched, dragging her tongue over where she bit, tasting copper... Of course I am so lucky... She's there...

"Tell... Tell him to come see me... I have a question no one is willing to answer..."

"I might--" "Goodbye." I turned tail before he could speak again, not in the mood to see that girl.

Finnick just watched her go, seeing how only now did the people lower their weapons.

He sighed deeeeeeply.

Rubbed his head.

"Well this will be complicated."