The 100th Hunger Games- Fourth Quarter Quell

Chapter 50

A MONTH LATER

Crystal POV

It has been a heck of a month for me.

Lux has been teaching me my family tree and roots. They start from Katniss, and apparently, she's my grandmother. Lux tells me that Mrs. Everdeen was my great-grandmother but he didn't tell me much about her. Katniss married this guy who was a baker named Peeta. Peeta is apparently my grand-father.

It's hard to remember these small little details about what my sister was like. She had the same eyes as me, with the same long, flowing hair that she loved to put into braids. She had a knack in her bow and arrows. She loved strawberries.

Ever since I went back from the Capitol, I moved into a house with Lux and we have a fireplace filled with pictures of my siblings for easy remembrance. Lux has been trying his best to help. All I can do is to cooperate and try to remember too.

The Victory Tour was crazy. I saw people's eyes glancing at both of us, in rage and I saw Ashley's family, glancing at me with sorrowful eyes and with a devious snarl still hanging on their lips, as if waiting for me to die along with their children. A pang of guilt had stabbed me in the heart and I just can't get over it till this day. When I see the Districts, they don't seem quite happy. I don't know what I've done wrong, but I'm pretty sure I didn't kill anyone in the Games but her. The girl with the smile of a devious fox, prowling around, searching for prey.

My eyes shift to the fireplace. I've been sitting on this seat for around an hour, just thinking about the Games, with the fireplace blasting in heat to the house, as the icy, chilly wind blows in. I look at the heat, and just wonder where this heat comes from. I don't know how long I've been staring in space, looking at the flame flickering in the wind before I hear footsteps.

"Crystal." He starts, tapping his warm hand onto my shoulder.

"Yes, Lux?" I ask. I remember this conversation. It was around two weeks ago. He started talking about it, saying how the Capitol hates us and we have to fix everything with this idea.

"Have you thought about it?" He asks slowly. I feel the thumping in my heart and I know what he's talking about.

"Yes." I reply. The Capitol hates my guts. The Capitol hates Katniss' guts. And hates Peeta's and all the descendants. I know I shouldn't be so selfish and bring a innocent little life into the world to save thousands, but if this is what's going to happen if I don't, then fine. All I'm worried about now is if the child is reaped. Then, in a short period of time, I'm screwed.

He kisses me on the cheek.

"Thank You." He says and I smile.

"If it's for the greater good, I gladly accept my fate."

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Carmen POV

Sometimes I wonder why I did that. Maybe it's just me, but I don't have an answer for my instinct to allow him to be next to me, feeling my bare body as it hits his cold, naked self. And I'm pretty sure it was a stupid decision because I think I'm getting pregnant symptoms.

Recently, I started having bad cravings for my District's wild boar stew made by Greasy Sae, the old lady at the Hob, who passed down the recipe to her daughter, Emily. I don't know how Paylor discovered it, but she sent Lawrence over to get two pots of it back into 13. I don't know how much I craved it, but I think I gulped down at least a pot from the whole week. Oh well.

The only thing I've been doing for a boring week is lying on Lawrence's stomach, feeling his abs on my head, as I lay down on it. I don't seem to want to do anything but see him. He doesn't seem to do anything but stay into the room with me, pushing back all training schedules at the least, and stroking my hair as we stare at each other in silence for that brief moment in time, looking out for each other.