The Other Mockingjay

Chapter 13

Chapter 13:

He looks me straight in the eyes, irritated that I've interrupted him.

"Prim!" my mother says, relieved. I've broken their awkward conversation and my mom is glad.

"Wha..." I begin.

"Prim, sweetie," my mother says kindly, but her eyes say otherwise.

"Thread has been telling me that some mysterious figures were seen wandering the Village late last night. You don't know anything about that right?"

"No?" I say, confused. Honestly I haven't.

"Are you certain of that, Miss Everdeen?" Thread warns.

"Positively." I say this confidently with a steady gaze.

"Well, that's all isn't it?" my mother says weakly.

He grunts and stands up, putting on his coat. He nods to us and exits through the door. I gasp letting out the breath that's been kept in ever since he came here.

"Mother," I tell her quietly, trying to ease her through this. "I brought someone here. And he needs your help."

I motion my hand and Kayla comes out from behind the door, carrying Brock.

My mother gasps, from shock I suppose. But then the healer part of her sets in and her face hardens.

She asks me to clear the table, as she examines Brock. She feels his tiny wrists. We both can tell his bones are brittle.

"He's gone into starvation mode," she tells Kayla. "You probably would've also, but your body is stronger."

Both of them sit down and my mother makes us all some soup, using some of the squirrel I killed.

We all eat silently. Kayla and I exchange worried glances about what Thread would do if he found out about them.

After dinner, I show Brock and Kayla to Katniss' room where they can sleep.

Once they've fallen asleep, I join my mom in the kitchen.

"I'm proud of you Prim," she says, smiling over me. "What's their last name again? I don't recognize them."

"Well," I say swallowing. "You see that's the thing. They aren't from 12. They're from 13."

Her face turns a ghostly white and she stares at me in complete shock.

"I'm sorry!" I begin. "It's just that they weren't going to make it to 13 on their own!"

"13?" she says bewildered.

" Yes, it's...they say its real."

"Prim, honey you can't believe a couple of kids you just met!"

"I don't! But they'll die without our help and if we turn them in they'll be just as good as dead!" I yell, my voice bubbling over in fury.

She looks down and lets out a small sigh. I know that she's terrified, but I need for her to see the real picture. The rebellion is going to live on, with or without my sister, because 12 is the heart and soul of the entire rebellion.

"Alright." she whispers.

"What?" I say getting excited.

"They can stay here. Until they're strong enough to travel."

I hug her, beaming.

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After that nights hunger games is over, I go up to my room and get ready for bed.

I'm just about to crawl in, when I see the little note on my window. I tear it open and read what it says;

Dear Primrose Everdeen,

We know who you are. We know what you stand for. We also are aware of what you are capable of.

We too are not pleased with the methods of society. We too are not going to sit by anymore. We are also different from you.

We will actually do something.

We are not afraid. We will use abrupt force if necessary. We have something you want, but that you are most definitely lacking.

Join with us. You won't regret it. But if you don't join there will be consequences.

Your Choice,

The W.R.