Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 54: The Night Before

Drakobs P.O.V

Since that night with Willow around a month ago, it had sparked a relationship for us.

We started talking again and the love I had for her finally felt like I'd let it free after trying to suppress it since she had awoke from the coma. At the time I did it because I didn't want to get in the way of her family. She was gone for so long...it had been almost two years since i saw her sky blue eyes illuminate open from the deep sleep she was cast under. I felt like our relationship wouldn't work since we were not in the Games anymore. Then when she became friends with Tye I guess I got jealous...but were fine now too. At the canteen and crappy Rec Room me, Willow, Tye and his sister Teal usually hang out together if we have any free time to. It felt like, in an almost twisted way, we were like normal teenagers-except we weren't.

...and for the first time I felt happy. My pathetic excuse for a dad was no longer here and I felt happy to have great friends and such an amazing girlfriend.

...that was until the constant realisation of the inevitable battle was sooner than ever.

It was reproaching tomorrow morning in fact.

My enclosed room I'd grown to hate was going to be the last time for me sleeping in it. It had always had a cold, prison like feeling to it but since Willow would sometimes come into my room at night, her presence itself warmed the room.

At dawn the plan was to head to the aircraft space and prepare with the other districts allied with us on when to attach, through the strategists.

Even though we had been training for it, I still hated to think about having to go murder the 'enemy'. With the killings in the Games and everything that has happened, in the past, including the war led by Willows Mom, it just seemed so unnecessary. Innocent people seemed to be the ones to pay with their lives as a consequence of the greed and bloodlust Kenneth Snow held. This seems to be the only thing me and Willow disagree on;

"I don't care what you think," she practically hissed, eyes full of vengeance as I told her yet again that she can't fight tomorrow. "I'm going out there. I'm going to kill Snow. Watch the blood drain from his eyes, hear his screams as he begs for-"

"Really? You'd be stooping down to his level!" I shouted, wanting her to realise that it wasn't the right way to be. She looks back at me blankly. "In the Games I felt like that at one point. I just wanted to take out my anger towards the Capitol out, but that's what they want! They want you to stoop to their level, to play the Game! Well guess what Willow, the Game is over! You had more sense of seeing black and white in there than you do now. Now you're thinking in the same "one-track" frame of mind way through the smoke and mirrors they've created. Now you're seeing nothing but grey..."

As much as I did understand the way she felt, I also hated that she had changed so much in this was because of the Capital. She was no longer the fragile girl who sweetened my heart when it was as bitter as it was. She was now a women. Stronger that the girl she once was, tough and no longer dependant.

It was just painful to think that she had to go through it the hard way.

"But you don't understand completely though. He took my identity. Before the Games and who I am now are two very different people...I don't recognise myself anymore! It's because of the people I've had to kill! Their faces still haunt me! The torture when I was kidnapped! The nightmares I get from when they tried to use tracker-jacker venom on me! The thought of being alone. Without being able to wake up and see you..." and just like that she collapsed into my arms, her pained crying being let out on my chest with her sobs muffled.

"Hey Willow..." I say softly lifting her head up, cupping her heart shaped face, "I'm not gonna leave you, beautiful. I am going to always stick around and be right beside you." Her frowned forehead begins to soften, "ok? I know I may be an ass but I am always going to protect you no matter what."

"How will I know?"

I felt so corny saying this, but it was true.

"Because," I say laying my hand onto her chest in position, "I'll be here. I'll be right where you're heart is."