The Hunger Games (Fan Fiction) Book Two

Chapter Six

I step off the train and cough as dust flies around me. I don't remember it being this dusty the last time I came. As soon as I plant two feet into the ground, I'm whisked away to the Remake Center. Just how I remember it. Gale keeps looking around the Capitol in awe, his face not once showing a hint of anger.

"You like it here, don't you?" I ask him. He looks down and his angry face reappears. 

"It's alright. Nothing special." He says. I roll my eyes and smile as we enter the Remake Center. Once I'm inside, I'm ambushed by Octavia and Flavius. Even when it's only two of them, I feel like I'm being run over by ten people.

"Prim! Oh, I'm so glad to see you again!" Octavia squeaks. Her skin is now dark green. I half-smile at her and watch her bright blue hair shake everywhere. She turns to Flavius, and shakes him in the shoulder. "I told you, oh, I just knew it, I was right!" She repeats over and over. Flavius sarcastically rolls his eyes and waves her gloating off. 

"Yes. Yes. You were right. Calm down." He says. I glance between the two. "Yes, but you didn't think I was going to be right. You thought I would be wrong, but I wasn't! I was right!" She gloats. I place my hands on my hips. "Right about what?" I ask. Octavia giggles and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"I told him that you would be back here unharmed. I knew President Snow wouldn't injury you no matter how angry he was." She says proudly. I look at her like just said the dumbest thing, which she kind of did.

"Unharmed? You think that I'm not unharmed? What about all those people in District 4? They're homes' blew up because of me. I'm back in the Hunger Games. That's worse than any injury. I watch people that I love die right in front of me. Sometimes I'm the reason for their death. There's nothing about me that's unharmed." I start to walk to the elevator, when I stop and turn back to them.

"Why were you betting that I wouldn't return? Not even as a mentor?" I ask Flavius. He's silent for a long time. I shake my head and continue for the elevator. As I step inside, I look around. Gale must've already found his prep team. I wonder what flaws they'll find in him. Maybe he's too big for someone who lives in the poorest district. Maybe he's the ugliest thing they've ever lay eyes on. I press the twelve button and wait silently for it to go up. The elevator has a window in it, so I'm able to see the Capitol. Some people down below point up at me and wave as I go up. I meagerly wave back. Why am I so shy? I'm going to be the leader of a rebellion, I have to start taking charge.

The elevator dings, and I step off. I see Cinna sitting in a chair waiting for me. I run over to him and wrap my arms tightly around him.

"Cinna!" I cry. "I missed you!" He wraps his arms around me and I feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket. That's what I miss a lot about him. His hugs. He's three times bigger than me but he still hugs so soft. He looks at me and his green eyes sparkle at me. 

"I'm happy to see you, too." He says softly. His voice soothes me and relaxes my shoulders. I look at the table and see scattered papers everywhere. Each one has a unique drawing on it of a dress. "What's this?" I ask. He spreads the papers out so I can see each on of them. "Designs for your dresses." He tells me. My smile grows bigger as I look at each drawing. Each one is so beautifully designed, the colors are all different and the each design is completely different from each other. I look at Cinna and hug him again. "These are beautiful." I say. He looks at me and scrunches his nose. "You haven't been remade yet?" He asks. I shake my head. "I left Octavia and Flavius after they were betting whether I'd be back in injured or not. Can you believe that?" Cinna is silent and looks at me. 

"What's wrong?" I ask. He still doesn't say anything. I look behind me. No President Snow. Then it dawns on me.

"You thought I wouldn't make it back alive either, did you?" I ask, angry. Cinna looks down and mutters something I can't hear. I'm really surprised. Cinna bet that I wouldn't be alive by the time the next games came. "We all thought after the bombings-"