The Divergent Games

Chapter Six: Katniss

Chapter Six: Katniss

*Time Jump: 5 days later*

After the “Aptitude test” on the air craft, we were lowered into an underground facility in Chicago. The Convergent had a larger alliance than I thought. They were herding former district people from multiple aircrafts, and across the compound I could see Effie’s golden hair, Haymitch right beside her. But there was another recognizable face next to them; Gale. Gale Hawthorne.

I hadn’t seen him in years, but it was unmistakably him. I made eye contact with them and I struggled toward them. Peeta saw as well and carried my son’s limp body as I carried Prim. We tried parting through the crowd of people but with success. I made it to Gale first, with Peeta far behind me. When I got to him I stopped next to him, and that was my mistake. I was harshly pushed and I fell to the ground, but luckily Gale caught Prim. Recovering myself, I tried find him, Prim, or anyone, but they were already lost in the sea of people.

“Gale! Prim! Haymitch!” I screamed. I’ve already lost one Prim. I cannot- will not- lose another. I saw Peeta come up behind me with my son tightly held in his arms. “Primrose Rue Mellark!” I said calling out my girl’s full name. I paused for a moment before hearing a voice so small, I could’ve imagined it.

“Mommy!” I heard her scream back. I whipped my head around, still moving, at the source of the voice. I saw her waving her hands. I tried again to get to her but the crowd just won’t let me. I see her say something but can’t make out what it is. I’m starting to get shoved into a sort of auditorium, away from my daughter. As the doors to the auditorium start to close, I hear Haymitch shout one last thing.

“REMEMBER WHO THE REAL ENEMY IS!” He says, as Gale raises his fingers in the 3 finger salute. I want to say something, anything, but before I can the doors shut in my face, locking Peeta, my son Gale, and I in the dark auditorium. It’s not until then when I allow the tears to flow.  

I wake up from the horrible dream… only it wasn’t just a dream. That entire story was true. That’s the story of when I last saw four of the people I loved most in the world. It’s also the story of how I lost my daughter. I wonder where she is now. If she’s still alive, or if Gale took care of her. I wonder if any of them are alive.

I look over at Peeta. He’s still asleep, but I can tell he’s having a nightmare by the way his face is scrunched up and the sweat on his forehead. I shake him awake gently and his bright blue eyes pop open. He looks around confused, until his gaze lands on me. He seems to sigh in relief, and embraces me tightly.

“Hey, it’s okay. Peeta, everything’s fine.” I say gently.

“I- I thought- I-“ he stutters.

“You thought what.” I say into his hair.

“I thought- I thought you were dead.” I hadn’t expected this response.

“You what?” I ask pulling him away so his eyes are locked with mine.

“I was back in that God damned arena. It was the end of the 74th games. It was only you and I left, and I was- I was shoving Nightlock into your mouth. And you were dying.” Peeta was crying now. I hugged him again, but he suddenly drew back. “Why were you crying?”

Feeling my face (which is indeed wet with tears) I tell him about my flashback/dream. “I was dreaming about the day when we lost Prim.”

He nods in response, embracing me again. Through my window, I see the Pit is coming to life. Dauntless have started walking around the compound, preparing for the initiates that are soon to come. Glancing at my clock, I see that I have less than hour before I have to go the training enter. I reluctantly get up, making my way toward the bathroom.  After combing my now shoulder length hair, I braid it tightly and put on my black training clothes. Zipping up my boots, I make my way to Gale’s room.