The Hunger Games (Fan Fiction) Book Two

Chapter Three

The house creaks with each step I take to the door. After I grabbed my clothes, I sat by my bed and waited until I heard the sound of my mother's door shut. I didn't bother taking any food, my mother would need that, and people around The Seam have been saying that Greasy Sae's food is more expensive now.

I take larger steps as the door gets closer to me. I glance at the clock, before slowly turning the knob. I'm not sure why I was being so quiet. My mother has always been a heavy sleeper, since she was used to my father having to talk loud, after working in the mines. Noise didn't ever bother her. She once slept through a fire that happened at Maybelli Potridge's house. The knob turns ever so slightly. I open the door a crack, just enough to let a fraction of air in, and slip out. Once the door shuts behind me, I'm off.

I sprint along my path, and am trying to be quiet, but the peacekeepers don't ever stay out at night. Even they need sleep. It's so dark out. And cold. I swear the temperature has dropped at least forty degrees. I clutch onto my arm as I keep running.

I stop when I reach the gate. Katniss told me that the gate was never charged, so she was always able to go get us food. But, how did she get out? Its too risky to jump over it, the peacekeepers might catch you. I wish I could see. I shut my eyes for about ten seconds, and allow my eyes to adjust a little to the dark. I wish our flashlight worked again. I run my hand along the gate, and finally feel a small hole on the bottom. Its a good thing I'm small, so I'm able to easily slide under. I drag my bag under and then race for the lake.

I silently slip my water jug out of my bag, afraid that someone will somehow hear me. The water smells a little murky, but clean nonetheless. I'm just about done filling up the jug when I hear the snapping of twigs from behind me.

I freeze in my place and recall back to that night when I was in the arena and I heard Cato's feet traipse from behind me. It was as if he didn't know that any loud noises that he made could kill him right there by someone nearby. I quickly grab my stuff and hide behind the first tree I see. There's a rumble in the bush, and a figure slowly emerges. It's Gale.

He silently sits on the edge of the lake, and rests his arms on his knees. He looks peaceful, dipping the very tips of his fingers into the water and disrupting the gentle waves of the water. He picks up a pebble from the dirt and flicks it across the water. The gentle waves now tremble viciously. This kind of remind me of my life. I was at first just still water, not moving at all, no worries. Then something came along and vibrated me a little (My father dying), changing my pattern. Then something stronger came along and disrupted my gentle waves. (Me having to go to The Hunger Games.) And finally, the rock of my life came smashing into my waves, completely shaking me and ruining my waves. (Katniss dying.)

I've beens tanding still for too long. I remember what I was supposed to be doing and turn to run around him. But because it's so dark out, I don't see what's in front of my and trip over the roots in the ground.

"Who's there?" Gale stands up immediately. I see his figure standing by the water in the moonlight. He reaches over his shoulder and pulls out a bow and arrow. I stand up suddenly and wave my hands in reassurance.

"Don't, Gale! It's me!" I cry. Gale lowers the arrow and cranes his neck forward to see me. I take a step closer and reveal myself. "Prim?" He asks, shocked. I bow my head and silently move over to him. "W-What are you doing out here?" His voice is a mixture of confusion and anger. I look up at him, and his face remains in the same expression. "Gale, what are you doing out here?" I ask him back. He folds his arms. "I come here when I can't sleep." I nod. "I don't suppose that you come out here very often do you?" I shake my head. He folds his arms, waiting for a response. "I'm running away." I mumble. He unfolds his arms and looks at me in disbelief. "You're what?" He asks. I sit down and sigh. "I'm leaving. I need to go do something about this uprising. Its my fault that it started, I have to-"