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

-Coin-

(fun fact: you know how Percy can't fully extend one of her arms, like there is a little bend to it... Why is it now that I realize, after my brother exploded, yes, that's what the doctors called it, his elbow in a fall, and that it is the same for him? His fine arm can even overextend a bit, and the other he can't fully extend flat... I wrote this story's first chapter a few months after he healed, and I realized it now! In 2025!)

Fucking shit, this pisses me off!

And you idiot! Stop staring! A training dummy is made to be hacked apart, isn't it?!

Putting my foot on the stiff material of the dummy head, my weight pressing it in a little.

"AAH!" Punting it hard enough that it crossed the room in one second flat despite it being my fake leg and bouncing upwards off the wall, doing a half spin and flinging my blade out of my hand in a spinning arch.

Lacking a surface to stab into, the blade impaled the fake head, it bouncing with a clank on the ground.

Flicking the other one towards the ground as I walked over, letting go, and it sinking straight into the stiff, rubbery ground.

"Not a surprise to see you here." I turned around.

"Ha?!" Head tilted, eyebrow lifted.

"What surprises me is they gave you blades." Coin said, the ever-confident woman being the only one, as I told Katniss... I guess she earned me calling her name even if because Peeta revealed the truth and how it might help me get used to it... So yeah, as I said earlier, despite it being because Coin wanted to use me, she was the only one who had not lied and made her intention clear... If for no other reason than only for that, I can owe her a little loyalty... A little... Only on the I'll listen to you like any other soldier would type but nothing more... I don't really trust presidents who want to take over and control things after all.

"I grabbed them, that didn't stop me." I... She shrugged, irritation still filtering through, but the white hot anger had dimmed through slicing and dicing.

"Feel free, as long as you don't hurt my men."

"I won't as long as they know their places."

Percy wondered what Coin was here, and her patience was not eternal, be it before or after the mind-altering, and the allotted attention span was ticking down.

"It was you that I wanted from the arena."

"Such flatteries..." Picking the blade up and fully removing the fake head from it, letting it drop.

"And yet it is the truth. The Mockingjay had been Plutarch's goal, while I needed a strong and reliable, relatable face for this."

"And that would be me?" A surprise laugh escaped Percy, and she looked back at 13's president, jabbing her pointer finger into her own chest. "Me? What did you smoke, Miss President?"

"You always had a strong standing, the protector, kinship in being from a peacekeeper bloodline, admired, steady, and again, strong... The Mockingjay has been... Hard to work with."

"Hard to control, you mean." Silence was proof of her words. "Well, let me ask you something, for you are not here to chat... What do you want?"

"Soon, we'll send a team to help suppress the opposition in 2, and once that is done, we'll be able to walk into the Capitol. I need you on the front to show Snow he hasn't won, that despite his games, it is the victors he created that will cause his downfall."

"And you need my agreement for...?"

"I don't, but so much has been hidden from you. I thought you'd appreciate a heads up, don't you?"

"You're a snake of a woman."

"This is a world where the strong survive, and I became strong." With a little bow she had never seen anyone do before, Coin bid her farewell and left.

See? This is the limited loyalty Percy gave Coin, just enough she'd hear her out, just enough that she'd willingly be her tool to stop this, but nothing else, and only for as long as their goals align.

Watching the magnetic door slide closed in their discussion with a scoff.

An annoyed grin stretched across Percy's face.

"Maybe hide your disdain a bit better, Miss President, disgust mars your face up like a rabid dog's fangs do the hands that feed it."

(For those that didn't see my post on my profile, this story will get updates on Sundays at 10 AM IF I WRITE!!! It is not promised, but if I do write, they only get published on Sundays at 10 AM, like this, which was written Sunday but at 8 PM, and so it didn't get published, but pre-scheduled for today, the Sunday after it.)

(FYI, when this first pre-scheduled chapter publishes, I have probably already finished writing the rest of the book, but we'll see, 95% sure at the moment of writing this.)