Peeta's Cure ( Hunger Games fanfiction)

Chapter 3

(A.N: A VERY BIG THANK YOU TO JennyWhipps for helping me and giving me ideas!!! :)

I'm sorry I haven't updated in sooooo long! Anway,

Enjoy! )  

Katniss's POV

The next day, there's a small knock on the door. I open the door, and find a box of tapes. I pick up the box and file through the tapes eagerly. 74TH GAMES, 75TH GAMES and a few others from the victory tour. I don't know what time it is but I walk over to Peeta's house and knock. 

"Katniss?" Peeta answers the door.  "What happened yesterday?" 

"I, uh. . . never mind. I have something for you," I say, trying to change the subject. 

"What's that?" he says, looking at the box of tapes. 

"Well, they're old tapes of us," I reply.

"Oh, alright then," he nods.

I brush past Peeta. I dump the box on the floor and tell him, "You might want to get a blanket or something, this is going to take a while." 

"Alright," he says and disappears. I take the tape marked with: 74TH GAMES and put it in to the player. I curl up on the couch as the reapings begin. Peeta appears with a soft blanket and drapes it over me and sits next to me. He sits close to me, close enough to feel the heat radiating of his arm. 

The flim editors sift through the reapings, one by one. 1, 2,3,4 and on and on.  They reach 12 and I dig my nails into my palms in anticipation. 

"Primrose Everdeen!" 

Then I see her face, as fresh as a raindrop, lovely like the Primrose which she was named for. Her blond hair and blue eyes. I start trembling. 

"Katniss?" I can feel Peeta's eyes on me. 

"Keep watching," I say. 

I appear on screen and I hold my breath. 

"Prim!"  

I glance a look at Peeta, whose eyes widen at the sight of me. 

"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"  You can hear the desperation in my voice. It then cuts to me taking my place on the stage and Effie drawing a name from the boy's names. 

"Peeta Mellark!"  I feel Peeta's body tense next to me. It then cuts to our chariot rides, which me and Peeta hold the camera for most of the time. We look dazzling with the synthetic fire, our hands locked together. My heart contracts at the sight of Rue, who I was too late to save. I squeeze my eyes shut. Next thing I know our training scores are being announced. Peeta is surprised when he draws an 8. 

"How'd I get that?" he asks. 

"You threw some heavy objects around, or at least that's what you told me," I say. He also is surprised at my 11. 

"I shoot an arrow at the gamemakers," I explain. You can tell he doesn't really take that as an explanation, but he accepts it. I realize what's coming up next. The interviews. When Peeta confesses his love for me, I wonder what he will think of all of it. 

Glimmer appears first, looking lush in a see through golden dress. Then Marvel. Clove, Cato. I flinch at the sight of him. The tributes of 4, the boy from 5 and Foxface, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 and then 11. All the fallen tributes that are now dead. Rue flutters onto the stage, just like a bird. Thresh goes by quickly since he said nothing interesting. Then I walk up, in my red dress covered with gems, patterns stenciled onto my arm.