The Hunger Games (Fan Fiction) Book Two

Chapter Thirteen

The ruins of District four once again fill my mind. The rubble everywhere, the poor lifeless bodies, the people still alive that are mourning over their losses take up the empty spaces left in my mind. I sit silently as the hovercraft lands and Gale and Beetee stand up. Gale turns when I don't follow. He kneels in front of me and pats my knee.

"Are you coming?" He asks. I swallow the lump in my throat. "What if they're gone? The people I talked to when I came here? What if they've been taken?" I ask. He shushes me and shakes his head. "They're here," He soothes. "and they're waiting for you." I stand up and follow him off of the hovercraft.
        It's just like I remembered it. Black, smokey, and depressing. I look to my left and see Annie wrapped in Finnick's arms crying. So they made it, too. But what about everyone else?
         I shake everyone else's images out of my head and follow Beetee and Gale. Wiress is missing. Where did she go? They stop in front of the shack that I came to when I met Waverly.  I look around suddenly. Why do I feel like someone is watching us? The hairs on the back of my neck rise as Beetee knocks on the door. Once again, I see Lorin's black eyes at the window. She spots me and quickly opens the door. 

"You're back!" She whispers. She grips my shoulders and hugs me. I half-smile and hug her back. Gale tries to hold back his laugh and my smile grows wider. Lorin looks at me and I can tell she thinks the smile is for her. She giggles, before looking around as if someone might hear. "Follow me inside." She says and leads us into the shack.
       Everything's just as I remembered. The same pictures, same table, I even think that the same papers are on the table in the corner. I look for the small door I almost past when I came here. Sure enough, it's still in the same corner. My eyes almost move past it, until I see the shiny gold knob that has now been placed on it. Gale leans in to me. "My bedroom is bigger than this." He whispers. His bedroom is small. He shares with his siblings, so I know that it must be cramped. I put a finger to my lips to silence him. Someone might hear him and take it the wrong way. The last thing I want is for Gale to be punished by these people. Lorin offers us food, and when we say no, she takes us downstairs.

Waverly spots me the moment I am able to see the room downstairs. His face lights up and he runs over to me.

"You're back!" He cries. I look at him funny. "Didn't you know I was coming?" I ask. He shrugs. "Well, of course I did, I'm the one that sent in the hovercraft to come get you." He says. I look at him surprised. "How did you send it in?" I ask. He ruffles my hair. "That doesn't matter now, what does matter is that you're here and we can start our attack on Snow."  I'm surprised by Waverly's words. Attacking? Is that what we're doing? Waverly smiles and gently shakes me.

"I'm just so excited. I really think this will work." He says. I frown and suddenly pull Gale aside. Everyone is too caught up in their conversations to notice us leave. Gale looks at me concerned. "Gale, I don't know if I can do this." I admit. He tilts his head to the side, not understanding.

"Everyone says that they can't wait to get started, and they're looking forward to this, and I.....what if this doesn't go as planned? What if nothing goes as planned? What if-"

"Stop saying that. Stop saying what if. It's what makes you worried." He snaps. I shut my mouth and look down. He kneels to me and I look up at him. "You know you I don't like to snap at you." He starts. "But, this is what we've been waiting for. A change. Things are going to be different for everyone. Things are going to be better. You just have to trust me." I feel my head nod and we move back to the group, who still hasn't noticed we left. Waverly leads us back upstairs and outside. He looks around, before opening a small door that's built into the ground. He leads us down to a hallway that has numerous doors on it's side. He steps aside and allows us to pick one. I choose the one farthest down, and force Gale to come with me.