Chapter 2

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Peter stomped into the dilapidated house with a fiery red face.

"What's wrong Peeta?!" said the chubby boy. Peter turned around and glared at the fat boy without an answer. Peter had been acting so odd every since he came home one day with onyx black hair with eyes to match it. Sadly, the boys, whom he  elected himself to raise, had suffered the effects of his sudden change of heart. Their friend, Tinkerbell, hadn't been there since that morning.. They didn't know what was going on, or why, but she had always been mean to them.. well, other than Peter. It's odd how their relationship worked. One day Peter was happy and gave the boys chocolates, but the other days he was cruel and snapping at the boys for one simple reference to Tinkerbell. Something was fishy.. very fishy and it seemed to all revolve around Tinkerbell.

"What happened to the other boys?!" Peter screamed at the fat boy.

"They.. They went out to town to beg for food.." The stout boy stuttered.

"NO! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT IN TOWN TRIPS?! WHY AREN'T YOU WITH THEM?!" Peter screamed furiously.

"I'm sorry, Peeta..." the boy whispered as he prepared for the beating he knew was coming.

"You will pay for that..." Peter growled as he grabbed a whip from the hanger beside the door.

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