The Hunger Games (Fan Fiction) Book Two

Chapter Two

The first thing I do is run to the kitchen. That's where my mother should be. When I don't see her, I run upstairs. The house creaks, and I hear the pitter patter of Buttercup's feet trail behind me. I glance back at him, and he softly purrs at me. I shoo him away.

"Not now, Buttercup." I say. He stands there, with the same confused look I have. I finally pick him up and stroke his fur. It isn't his fault he's confused. He's wondering what's going on just like me. I continue up the stairs and into my mother's bedroom. She's not there. It looks as if she had been in here, and put up a fight while someone tried to take her away. I move over to the bathroom, and am about to go back downstairs when I hear a noise come from my bedroom. I creep up to the door, and slowly, silently open it.

"Prim," A voice says. I sigh and am ready to close the door, but then I remember that he took my family, and I need them back. I put Buttercup down, but he just follows me into the room. He sits on my bed and licks his paw.

"What a sweet animal." He says. I stand still, my mouth unable to speak. Why is he here? Why now? I open my mouth, but it's do dry, and I have nothing to say anyway, that I close it. President Snow takes a step closer to me, flashing his white teeth to me.

"How are you?" He asks. I am still silent. It's quiet between us for a while, him waiting for me to answer him. But I can't. He walks around me in circles, looking me up and down, hands behind his back. "Primrose, I hope you understand why I'm here." He says. I swallow and utter out the first words since I saw him.

"Get out."

Snow stands in front of me with a pretend hurt look. "Oh, don't be that way. I just wanted to come talk to you." He says. I narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't want to talk. Where is my mother? And Cinna? And my prep team?" I ask. Snow looks out my window for a second before looking back at me. "Too much of a distraction, I had to send them somewhere else for a while. Don't worry, they'll be back after our conversation." His voice deepens when he says the word 'conversation'. What is there to talk about really? I won the games, he shouldn't be bothering me anymore. "What do you want to talk about?" I ask. He half-smiles. 

"You, Miss Everdeen."

I take a seat on my bed and place Buttercup in my lap. He purrs in my arms and hisses as Snow walks up closer to me. He jumps from my arms and flees the room, the same thing I wish I could do; flee.

"Miss Everdeen, I'm not sure you're aware of how much damage you've caused because of your little rebellion." He says. I scrunch my eyebrows. Rebellion? What rebellion? I don't know anything about a rebellion?

"I don't follow.." I trail off. Snow twiddles his fingers with the rose in his breast pocket. I wait for him to say something. "Do you remember when you jumped onto the hovercraft during the games?" He asks. I slowly nod. "Well, my dear, because of that, it seems that you've started a rebellion." He tells me. I shift positions on the bed.

"Well, I didn't jump on the hovercraft to start a rebellion." I say. Snow lifts an eyebrow. "I did it because I didn't want to see Peeta go. I'd miss him." Snow starts pacing again. "I see." He mumbles. I'm not lying. I would never try to start a rebellion. But, I'm sure Katniss would. So, I'm probably taking after her.

"Snow, I'm not sure-"

"President Snow," He corrects me. I roll my eyes

"President Snow, I'm not sure I understand what's going on. A rebellion has started? Because of me?" I ask. He takes a step closer. "That's correct. And after I've resolved this mess, I'll be sure to take care of you." He threatens. A noise from his pocket interrupts us. He reaches his hand in his pocket and pulls out a small communicator. I've seen one of those in the Capitol. He messes with some buttons until someone's face appears on the screen. The face is fading in and out, and Snow hits the back of the communicator to try to fix it.

"Loxin, Loxin, can you here me?" Snow asks. The screen flickers to static.

"-Snow, it's District four. They've-" The screen dies out for a few seconds before flickering back on. "-uprising. We need you." Snow switches some knobs before speaking into the device.

"Hold on. I'm coming. Send in the bombs if necessary." Snow looks at me and then as quick as a blink of the eye, he's gone. Buttercup comes trailing back in, and I pick him up. I head downstairs, but there is still no sign of my mother or my prep team. I curl up on the couch, and whimper softly. Eventually, I fall asleep.

"Prim! Prim!" A voice calls. I sit up suddenly, and glance at the clock on the wall. It's been almost an hour. The door swings open, and my mother comes stumbling in. I run over to her and wrap my arms around her tightly. She pats me on the head and sighs.

"Thank goodness you're alright." She whispers. My prep team comes stumbling in after her, looking worn out. I let go of her and look at them all.

"Where've you been? Who took you away?" I demand. No one answers. They're still trying to catch their breath. Octavia is the first to respond.

"We..don't know....someone attacked...us..and we were taken some...where..far away." She says. The rest of them nod in agreement. I look to my mother, who looks ready to pass out.

"Prim, what happened?" She asks. I shake my head. "I want to know the same thing." I say simply. Just as they've all caught their breath, our television clicks on. We all gather around the small box, and watch in horror as District four is being bombed. Men, women, and children are running for their lives, but most of them don't make it. Snow's face appears suddenly.

"We would like to report that the destruction of District four has been complete." He says. He says that there will not be a rebellion, now that District four has been bombed. I want to turn my head away, but can't. They did this because of what I did. Because I thought I was doing something harmless, but I was really defying the Capitol. I shut my eyes suddenly, and run for my room. My mother follows after me, but I push her away.

"Leave me alone!" I scream. She looks at me with shocked, hurt eyes. "Primrose," She whispers. I fling myself onto my bed, and cry into my pillow. "I want to be alone!" My voice is muffled from the pillow. My mother is silent for a moment, and when I look up, she's gone. I cry some more into the pillow, until I become angry. I killed all the people. Not President Snow. Not the bombs. Me. Because I couldn't accept what was.

I grow angrier and beat the pillow. I throw it on the ground. Tear the sheets off my bed. Make a mess of the room. But after it's all done, I'm still responsible. The people of District four are still fleeing from their only homes to go where? To a dark forest where the only type of protection they'll get is maybe some trees? It isn't fair. I have to do something. And right there, I make a quick decision. I grab all of my clothes and place them in Katniss's game bag. I can't stay here and watch this all happen. I have to do something. And tonight, after everyone is asleep, I will.

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Chapter two of my new book is uploaded! Do you guys like it so far? Honestly, I'm not very fond of Prim right now. Really, she isn't my favorite character. I think she complains about Katniss too much (which is really weird saying, considering that I made her say it) but that's how I made her, LOL. So um, go ahead and VOMMENT (I just figured out what that means! Vote and comment! Not vomit! Genius! But, if you want to really vomit you can do that too, haha) And I'll upload ya later!(: