I DO NOT, I REPEAT NOT!!!!, OWN THG. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO SUZAN COLLINS!!!!!!!! NOT ME!!!
Chapter 1-
Katniss’s P.O.V.
I follow the mockingjay though the forest. It seems like I have been following it for quite awhile now. Finally, it leads me into a bright clearing. As soon as I step into it, I immedetly want to run away, but my feet won’t move.
In the middle of the clearing are Peeta and Gale. They are on their knees about 5 feet apart. Their hands are tied behind their backs and their mouths are gagged. I want to run up and help them but I can’t move. They just look at me with pleading eyes. I don’t know what to do. Then, the two people I don’t want to see ever again, come out of the trees, opposite of me. President Snow and Coin.
They walk toward Peeta and Gale. I’m terrified now. Snow walks towards Peeta and Coin walks towards Gale. They both pulled out guns and pointed it at each boys head.
‘NO STOP!’ I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t speak or move. I can’t let them die. I can’t let gale die. He may have created the bomb that killed my little sister, but he is still my hunting partner. I have to protect him.
And Peeta. Oh no, not Peeta! I swore to protect him. I swore to myself that if anyone had to die between us it would be me. He is the boy with the bread. He saved me, more than once. Peeta is the one I can’t live without.
Then, simultaneously both presidents pulled the trigger.
I woke up with a start. Sunlight streamed though my widow. My room smelled of something delicious. Greasy Sae must be in the kitchen, cooking. She has been doing this three times a day everyday for the past few months. At least she gets government pay for putting up with me.
I get up and change into some jeans and a dark green shirt. I brush my hair and decide to leave it down today. After the bombing in the capital, my prep team decided to cut my hair in layers to make it look nice and even. But what they didn’t know is that now it is a pain to put my hair in a braid because it just keeps falling out. I walk downstairs to find Greasy Sae in the kitchen just like I expected.
“Morning, what are your plans for today?” Greasy Sae asked, looking up from the food and smiled.
I returned it. “I’m probably going to go to Peeta’s and work on the book” I said knowing that she knew ‘the book’ meant our tribute to the tributes book. Peeta is helping me with it. I tell him what to draw and he draws it for me. He has tried to teach me how to draw, but that was just an epic fail on my part.
“That sounds good. I hope you have fun.” She says with a wink as she passes me a bowl of soup.
“It’s not like that and you know it.” I say taking a bite. The soup taste amazing.
“Oh I know, but I also know that you miss him every night”
I sighed. I don’t have a good come back for that one. What she says is true. I do miss Peeta at night when the nightmares come. I miss his strong arms around me, protecting me, always protecting me.
But that was before the capital captured him and highjacked him. Putting false memories of me, of us, into his brain. Back when the rebels first rescued him, he wanted to kill me. He thought I was the enemy. Peeta is better now, he still has flashbacks sometimes, but they are not as bad as before.
I finish eating and tell Greasy Sae I’m leaving and that I’ll see her later. I walk outside into the warm spring air. I walk across the Victor Village to the other side where Peeta lives. I knocked on the door but know one answer. If he was painting or baking he wouldn’t answer, so I Iet myself in.
“Peeta!” I called out peeking my head in.
“Back here. I’m outside” he called back.
I walked though the house that was exactly like mine. I went through the backdoor outside into the little garden. Peeta was sitting on a stool his back to me. In front of him was a white, clean canvas. On a little portable table beside him were his paints. There were so many of them, and in his hand was a paint brush. He turned around, saw me and smiled.
“If you busy I can come back later” I said staring into his bright blue eyes. My heart did a little leap, for no apparent reason.
“No its ok. I thought since it was nice out that I would paint outside for a little bit.” he said not breaking his stare. We stood like that for awhile, just staring at each other. Then I noticed another canvas sitting on the ground at his feet. I walked toward it. The painting was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. It was the cornucopia from our first hunger games. Peeta had captured it just right, the light hitting it, everything.
“Wow, Peeta this is amazing.” I said looking at him in awe.
He shrugged, “its ok.” He said modestly.
“I’m serious. It really good, I wish I could do that” I said indicating the painting. Peeta smiled and chuckled a little under his breath. “What?” I asked looking at him.
“Who says you can’t?” he asked me, when I don’t answer he says “come here” I walk over to him. He hands me his brush. I look up at him questionably as if saying ‘are you sure about this’. I can’t even doodle! “I’ll help you” he says turning me to face the canvas.
He stands behind me and takes my hand that’s holding the brush. My eyes never leave his face as he does this. His reaches behind him with his free hand grabs and dark green. I smile; I guess he remembers that it’s my favorite color. He sets the paint in front of me. Then he guides ours hands toward the paint and dips the tip in gently. Then takes my hand and leads it across the canvas.
“Look your painting.” He whispers in my ear. I can tell by his voice that he is smiling. I turn slightly to look at him, our faces only a few inches apart. He is smiling a true genuine smile, a smile I haven’t seen in a long time. I smile too, a genuine one like his, one that hasn’t been seen in awhile.
“No I’m not; you’re the one moving my hand.” I replied looking into his bright blue merchant eyes. Slowly I reach behind me, till I reached the paint. I dip two fingers in it. I quickly bring my fingers up to Peeta’s face, and wipe the paint on his cheek. He stood there looking at me. “Now, I’m painting.” I say laughing.
“Very funny,” he says with a suspicious grin on his face. Then wipes paint on my cheek.
“Hey!” I say laughing
“Now that’s funny.” He chuckles.
I the take the paint brush and flick it at him. The paint splatters all over him. I turn to run as he reaches out to grab me. I only make it three steps before I feel him catch me by the waist. Because of his artificial leg we fall to the ground, laughing, me on top of him.
I sighed “’I wish I could freeze this moment right here and live in it forever’” I said looking at Peeta. He looks like he was trying to remember something.
“I said that to you right before the quarter quell. Real or not real?” he asked brushing a stray strand of hair out of my face.
“Real. Everything was real; I was just too blind to see it.” I said the last part in a whisper, but I knew Peeta heard me. He looked at me with a loving expression on his face as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face. Then I did the unthinkable I leaned down and kissed him.
(So what do you think?? Plz let me know and once again I do not own hunger games!! That’s Suzann Collins and I am not her! <333)
