Gale's Fate Awaits [On Hold]

Part 12: A little Rue-Ful?

Before I can move, Glimmer's tugged away from me by her hair. Katniss stands behind her, her fingers enveloped in Glimmer's shiny blonde curls. Katniss pulls back her fist, her knuckles level with Glimmer's nose.

"Back off!" Katniss barks at her. "He's mine." She growls again. Glimmer smirks, her hair still in Katniss's grasp.

"I honestly don't think he's yours. He was just about to kiss me. Right, Pretty-Boy?" Glimmer laughs back. If I say no, I'll be Glimmer's target. If I say yes, Katniss won't speak to me again. After weighing my options against one another, I open up my eyes.

"I will be her's for as long as I live. You, Glimmer, don't even know my name." I say calmly.

"But, handsome-" Glimmer interjects.

"But nothing. He's mine." Katniss growls. I've never seen her like this. Predatorial. It's....unsettling.

"Stop!" I yell so loud that it grasps everyone's attention. I look out to the tributes watching us. "This concerns none of you! Turn back around!" I yell. Some people blush at the anger and authority my voice had, others murmur in hushed conversations. "Can you please stop acting like two six-year olds fighting over the last piece of cake?!" I snap. They both look at me, confused, Katniss dropping Glimmer's hair.

"Bye." I say dismissively as I turn my back to them and walk away. I walk to the armory.

It's full of the deadliest selection of knives I've ever seen. Daggers and swords line the walls. Some as small as my finger others as long as my arm. Thick sheathes cover the angular metal tables along with whips and other devious devices. I grab a small, pointed star off the table. Spinning it in my hands, I realize what it is. A throwing star.

They're old, yes. But I still know how to throw one. It's my secret, my dad taught me when I was very young. Even Katniss doesn't know.

The room is empty besides a small, dark skinned girl. I think she's from 11. I look over at the opposite wall and fling the star. It sticks and I grin in triumph. The small girl gasps.

"Wow, that was amazing." She says, her voice barely a whisper.

I nod and look at her, "Thanks. I'm Gale." I say, extending my hand. She gladly takes it, a small smile on her lips.

"Rue." She whispers.

"That's a beautiful name," I whisper, kneeling down to her height. She giggles nervously. "For a beautiful girl." I finish. She smiles brightly, her white teeth sparkling against her skin.

"You aren't too bad yourself." She shrugs. "You've already gotten someone to fall for you." She glances back at Katniss. I smile.

"She's not mine...Want to know a secret?" I feel like I could tell her everything. When I see her, Posy comes to mind, along with bits and pieces of Prim. Rue nods eagerly.

"She just wants to fake our relationship...She thinks of me like her brother and, well, I don't think of her like my sister..." I whisper directly into her ear, stressing that our relationship is one sided. She glances down at her feet, thick pieces of curly dark hair falling into her eyes.

"Want to know a secret?" She whispers. I nod.

"I can see it. When she looks at you, she loves you. She's just not ready to confront it yet. Give her time." Rue says sheepishly. She's full of such intelligent advice for such a young girl.

"Gale! Come here!" She whisper/yells. During my thoughts, she moved over to the entrance. I walk to her, glancing out.

I see blonde hair in clumps on the ground along and hear a gut-wrenching, blood curdling scream. Katniss's scream.

A.N. 

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