The Divergent Games

Chapter Eight: Katniss

A.N./: Okay.... a few quick things to say. First, this chapter is dedicated to @KSDivergent for being an awesome supporter! Thank you so much! <3 Second, sorry, but this is another filler chapter. I've got a bit of writer's block and I'm trying to get to the action, but that's not going to happen for a bit. But either way, enjoy!

Chapter Eight: Katniss

After training with Four, I head over to the tattoo parlor where Tori would be waiting. School was released early and the Pit was full of Dauntless teens and children. I walk into the parlor and Tori was doing a tattoo on a young Dauntless teen. She smiles as I put my stuff down and make my way towards my station.

“So, how was training?” She says.

“Same as usual. I think I gave Four another scar...” I reply, earning another smile from her.

“Figures. You should have been here earlier. Dauntless have been coming in here like I’m selling crack or something. I’ve been doing these all day.” She indicates to the teen she’s working on. Right now, she was drawing the Dauntless symbol on the boy’s shoulder.

“Well, we know which faction they’re choosing.”

“I know, right?” She says, laughing. The bell to the shop rings and another group of teens walk in. As I’m starting on the first one, the bell rings again and I look up to see who it is. Peeta is rushing towards me, a frantic look on his face.

“Hey, babe. How was the school? And shouldn’t you be at the bakery?”

“Katniss, we need to talk. Now.” He says, not answering my questions.

“What? No, I can’t. I’m kind of in the middle of something.” I say as I continue to draw on the person’s skin. I think it’s kind of weird that I’m the one who took up a job that involves drawing. Peeta was always the artistic one.

“Well, as soon as you’re done, we seriously need to talk. I’ll be in the back.” He makes his way toward the door that says “Employees Only”. I guess you could say he was an employee. He substitutes for me sometimes.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.” I quickly finishes the tattoo and tell Tori I’m taking five.

“This better be good.” I say as I enter the room.

“I think I’ve found her.” He says.

I look at him confused. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I. Think. I’ve. Found. Prim.” He says slowly. I feel my eyes widen and I fear that I’m going to faint.

“What are you talking about?” I say, sitting down across from him.

“I was regulating the Practice Aptitude tests this morning, and there was a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes that looked just like Prim did when she was little.

“Peeta, she was three years old last time we saw her. How do you know for sure? Did she say that her name was Prim, or…?” I say, desperate for answers.

“Sadly no. I was going to drop it when she told me her name, but then when she was taking her test Beetee and I saw something that we shouldn’t have. We saw it, Katniss. We saw your Mockingjay.” He says, pointing toward my boot. That’s where I keep the pin nowadays. I take it out and examine it, not sure what to say. When I finally do, I speak slowly, my voice full of worry.

“If you’re right about this Peeta, even if this girl isn’t Prim, this could only mean one thing… She’s Divergent.”

**

Peeta had to leave right after that conversation to go to the bakery, and I had to get back to work. When the clock struck 6:00 p.m., indicating that my shift was over, I head straight home. What Peeta had told me was a lot to take in. Was that girl really my daughter? Was she still alive after all? Even if her name was changed, it’s still a possibility. On another note, if that girl is Divergent, then she’s in danger.

Tori was the first one to tell me about Divergence. She says that she’s learned that there are only a few people in the Factions that still remembers the Capitol, the Hunger Games, and when Panem fell. And they all have in common: They were all personally affected by the Games or the rise of the Factions. She said that her younger sister was reaped at 17, and she says Peeta and I remember because I was in the games. She knows someone else that is Divergent because their wife was killed when the Factions rose, and so on, and so forth. I’m pretty sure that Gale, my son, is Divergent because Peeta and I were Tributes, and since he lost a sister because of the Convergent.

That means that girl is somehow linked to the Games or the Factions. Entering the house, I hear laughter coming from the living room. I see Gale, Uriah, Marlene, and Lynn sitting on the couch, each with a slice of cake in their hands. Walking into the room, they all look at me and smile.

“Hey Mrs. Mellark.” Marlene, Lynn and Uriah say at the same time.

“Hey guys. Not that I don’t love you all, but why are you here?” I say.

“We are celebrating surviving the Practice Tests.” Gale says, earning cheers from the rest of the group.

“Yeah, and Mr. Mellark gave us cake!” Uri says, smiling at his half-eaten piece of the delicious Dauntless treat.

“Where is Peeta, anyway?” I ask them.

“He’s still at the bakery locking up, but he should be here in a few minutes.” Marlene says.

“Okay then. Thanks guys.” I say, heading to my room. Once inside, I sit on my bed, just wishing that all the troubles in the world would go away. But the world doesn’t work like that. I have to protect the Divergents. I promised Tori and the rest of the small group of Divergent rebels that I would. Because without us, sooner or later the Convergent will find them, and they will destroy them all.