Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 34: Snow White

I wake up on the same slippy lamanet floor which I was knocked out on before. Dim ceiling lights lighten the room a little, now I am able to see the room. It's not much. Just boxed sized with a metal chair in the corner.

But why did someone knock me out by hitting me on the head? Isn't an anaesthetic suppose to be used? Or any other form of special medication?

Well, if that even happened. I could of imagined it after all. Why couldn't the whole of the Games just of been a dream? Everything just seems to of gone wrong all around me.

Except Drakob. I hope that Drakob is ok and they did rescue him too after all. He should of been rescued, I wish I had just died from the lava. I do really love him though. I know I'm only young but I really do.

"Mom? Dad?" I call out again hopefully. When I said this before, I got knocked out. "Where are you? Can you just tell me whats going on?"

Big mistake.

I feel another gush hit me then black darkness takes over, devouring me in it's path.

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I open my eyes to see that I'm in another small room with private mint green curtains on all four sides. In the corner in front of me, I can see a door in place.

My arm is hooded up to a beeping heart monitor and a feeding tube; my whole body feels completely numb and even weaker than before. Also, my hair is sprayed out over the damp pillow. Something does not feel quite right...I'm in a hospital ward.

All of a sudden, the matching metal door swings open, causing a hammering sound to echo from the wall. This made me jump slightly. I really hope that this is my parents so I can get a reasonable explanation for all of this. I really miss them too, it's weird to think about how long I've been away from them.

The shadow seems unfamiliar. It seems too small and weedy to be Dad or Mom. The shadow soon shows the owner. He has Dark overly gelled hair, greasy looking almost; with a thin moustache curled on the edges with an almost evil grin on his face. His suit is pristine white with not a crease in sight (as if he had it ironed at least three times before wearing it) and an almost camouflaging white rose in the top right pocket.

This is definoutly Snows grandson, Kenneth. The look of him just says it all in one.

This must mean that my parents aren't here.

...I've been captured.

"Hello Miss Mellark." He approached me circling me as if I was a piece of an artwork exhibit. "You look very exhausted. But not to worry, the operation is complete."

"Operation..?" I ask confused and also slightly scared. My parents have warned me how much of a snake Snow was.

"Why yes! Yes!" His overly fake voice chanted, this didn't seem right. "We amputated your leg and replaced it with a specially designed prospethic one. The best in all of the Capitol. Just for you! Willow, you should be very lucky and grateful to of had the opportunity to have it done, being from one of the poorest Districts and all..."

This takes me aback.

I look down to my bad leg and see that a new one (practically identical to my real leg) looked back at me. I pull up the hospital robe I'm wearing and prick the fake elastic skin. Wow. It feels like my old leg.

"I shouldn't be grateful at all to the Capitol!" I let out sitting up to face him properly, furious by his words. "All the Capitol have done is ruin my life. I was perfectly happy until The Hunger Games. You are no better, worse in fact!" I couldn't help saying this, it just came out from all the built up hate since the Games. I know I shouldn't of now.

"You better watch your tounge!" He warns me. "If you ever say a word out of line to me or anyone else for that matter, I will have you ilimated at the click of a finger." Kenneth Snow then approaches me, coming face to face and in return to my words, gives me the look of death then proceeds to another piece of medical equiptment. The tubes from it go into my other arm. This must be something I need.

What is he going to do?

As if he herd my silent question, he pulls out one of the tubes, strapped to the pumping tank.

My breathing suddenly feels very restricted. I try to take deep breaths but my inflamed lungs feel short and try to breathe too rapidly. Every breath I take in and out feels as if none of the oxygen is being taken into my lungs. I have to clutch onto the metal rails on the hospital bed to try and calm down for some support.

I look over to Kenneth who is grinning at the sight of it all.

"I warned you, didn't I?" He uses the cord he dis attached as a rope and swings it around in circles while continuing. "Apolagise then I will re attach your oxygen tank. You apparently need this for the rest of the day to be kept alive."

He is doing this for bad. Begging to his is the very last thing I want to do.

But my breathing feels awful. No oxygen will enter my lungs. I hate myself for doing this but after a dragged minute of holding out, I choke; "Sorry." In the smallest voice possible for him to hear.

"What was that?" He asks holding out his ear my way. "I didn't quite hear you. Speak up!"

"Sorry." He slowly connects the wire into the oxygen tank and my breathing becomes much better strait away. "Please tell me what's going on. Where is my Mom and Dad? And Drakob? I just want to go home!" I ask question after question, desperate for an answer off anyone.

"Ah, now where to start. You are in the Capitol, your parents have no idea you are here yet. We took you before the Games would finish so you wouldn't die." I hate the way he is talking about Drakob, as if he was something under his overly polished Snow White show.

"Are my parents ok?" All I can think about is their safety and if they are both alive. "And..." I already know the answer to this one. "Drakob? What about him?"

It's as if his face has no emotion at all. His heart as cold as ice, white as snow. "They are alive. Sadly. The boy won't be."

"Why did you capture me and leave Drakob?" I try to say, holding back all of my tears. "Why do you even want me to be alive?"

"The boy was of no use. It was you I wanted." This sounds too creepy now, his dead eyes gleaming my way. "It was you all along Willow Mellark."

"Why me?" I ask again. He won't answer any of my questions properly, I have to keep repeating them as if he was tone deaf.

"You are the daughter of the star crossed lovers Katniss and Peeta Mellark. The daughter of the Mockingjay symbol, which was the reason for the rebellion. Your Mother killed my Grandfather!" His face was now plum purple. "The rebellion of the Mockingjay is back."

"So..." I think about his words. "You are using me to get back at my Mom?" I ask sadly.

"Exactly that. I will make her pay for all of her actions and to stop the next rebellion from happening. This dictatorship needs to stay!"

"Then why don't you just have me killed then?" I cry gripping the metal bar now to take out my anger and sadness.

I can not cry in front of him.

His Snow White outfit matched his false smile, forged by the devil. "No. Not yet anyway. I have a much better role for you to play. It will destroy you.
And more importantly, your parents."

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Cliffhanger!!!

This is the end of part 1! Part 2 will be out soon and it will be in the same book;)

So do you think that Drakob is alive or dead? And what do you think Kenneth has planned for Willow? Will Katniss and Peeta be able to cope?

Comment what you think;)