Heyy! So this is a fanfiction between Gale and Katniss, because frankly, Katniss and Peeta disgusts me. Idk why. But I started this story on fanfiction.com ages ago XD So Idk if I should continue it, I have like 5 chapters done, so I'll post them as I edit them, BUT TELL ME IF IT'S ANY GOOD. K. Read on c:
Katniss’s Point of View
As I walked through the woods, waiting for Gale, I wondered how it would have turned out if Peeta hadn’t died. He and I would have been married on Snow’s orders, probably have been forced to have kids, and who knows what. Instead, he died while being tortured in Snow’s mansion. Because of me. I could have prevented it, turned myself in, given him my freedom. Instead, I acted like the coward I was and let everyone else take care of it. I believed that we would be able to rescue him; that I wouldn’t have to lose my freedom. If I had, Snow would have tortured me the same way he did with Peeta. He would have tried to get information out of me about the rebellion, and of course, like any normal person, I was afraid of that. Afraid to be broken beyond repair. Well, I thought bitterly, I AM broken now. Without Peeta, who am I? I was slowly coming out of that shell, that bitterness.
It had been a little over a year since the rebellion, since we had won and overthrown the Capitol. Instead of President Snow, we now had President Paylor, though it would have been Coin as president if I hadn’t killed her. If I hadn’t though, we would now be having the hunger games every year. There would be no difference between now and when Snow was President. Therefore, in my eyes, she had to go.
I suddenly shot up from where I was sitting, wondering what that noise was. Someone was coming towards me from behind. I was still as jumpy as a rabbit; still afraid that some Peacekeeper was waiting around the bush to shoot me. I kept forgetting that they were gone now but I still pressed my back against the tree, trying to hide my fear as irrational as it was.
“Catnip, calm down, it’s just me, Gale,” my hunting partner called out. I sighed in relief and sat back down. I couldn’t understand why I kept acting so stupid, jumping at every noise. I tried to stop trembling and hugged my knees to my chest, wishing this stupid shivering would go away. I looked up as Gale sat next to me.
“Hey,” he said gently, “you ok?”
I nodded and replied, “Fine. Just fine.”
He looked at me for a long second, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
“Catnip, there’s nothing to be afraid of anymore, you're safe.” I felt comforted by his words and lay my head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry; I guess I’m just not over this yet. Peeta dying, Prim dying, hell I’m still not over my father dying down in the mines. I know it’s stupid, but I just can’t stop thinking about them.”
I tried to hold back my tears, but one escaped the corner of my eye and I roughly wiped it away. I never used to cry this much before becoming a tribute in the Games, but I guess my innocence was taken from me by the Capitol, in a way. Even though it annoyed me, I was now a stupid and broken girl, compared to how I was before I volunteered for those damned games.
“It’s all my fault, every single death. If only I had given myself over to Snow; it would have saved so many people!” I blurted out, as I buried my face in my arms, wishing this would all just go away. Gale hugged me closer and kissed the top of my head.
“Come on, Katniss, you know that’s not how it is. Those people would still have died sooner or later. You know Snow would always have found a way to hurt you and the people you love,” he replied in his usual blunt way. I sighed and stood up, looking into the woods ahead of us, wondering if anyone would really care if I just died. Obviously Gale would, but still. Hearing a raven caw, as if telling me to get myself out of the depressing hole I was in, I shook myself and faced Gale again.
“Let’s just go, we have enough meat at the moment and I’m just not in the mood to hunt,” I told him, and walked off into the woods. I heard him following me as I kept walking ahead and decided to have some fun with him for once.
I yelled out, “Race you to the Hob!” and start running toward it. I heard his heavy footsteps behind me, and knew he’d win. He always does. But that didn't keep me from trying. We arrived and I opened the door and step in. Every face in there turned to look at me, like always. I sighed, wondering when all this publicity would stop. Gale looked around protectively.
One of the men said, “Lookin’ good, Katniss," and I blushed and turned away and sat at a table. Gale glared at the guy and told him to fuck off. I stared at him, dumfounded. He usually wasn’t this weird around me, and definitely not this possessive. I asked him if he’s okay and he nodded, indicating he is. I didn’t believe him, but left him alone as I ordered some stew for the both of us. Greasy Sae arrived with wild dog stew, as usual these days, and I stared disgustedly into my bowl as Gale rubbed my hand comfortingly. Sadly, things were desperate enough in District 12 to be having wild dog stew again, I thought to myself, shaking my head. My head jerked up as the bell above the door rang loudly, signifying that someone had come in. "Victor," whispered Gale as he looked up at his younger brother. He ran over to us, breathless.
“Guys!” he yelled out, racing to our table, staring at us wild-eyed.
I grabbed his arm, rubbing it soothingly, trying to calm him down slightly. “Hey, hey Vic. Calm down, and tell us what happened.”
“President Paylor. She—She’s dead!” As he said that, the whole pub grew quiet and everyone turned around to stare at Vic, who shifted around, self-conciously. Gale was looking at him with his mouth open, which I would have found funny in any other situation but this one.
“What? How? When did this happen?” Gale blurted out at him, and I could hear others murmuring around us.
Victor calmed down slightly and looked me in the eyes. “Haymitch said that it was Katrina. President Snow’s illegitimate daughter.” My mind suddenly went chaotic, and I started panicking, breathing quickly as I gripped the edge of the table. President Snow had a daughter?
