ATHENA GREY, WAS FOURTEEN WHEN SHE WON HER GAMES..
'FOURTEEN? IS SHE DANGEROUS?'
EXTREMELY..SHE RAN INTO THE CORNUCOPIA AND TOOK OUT TEN TRIBUTES..ON HER OWN..
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dan·ger·ous
adjective
1. full of danger or risk; causing danger; peril...
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"WITHOUT THE CAPITOL.." --¤☆¤--
Blankly staring at the large T.V. screen, I waited for the next round of videos that I would be shown. Would it be one of my Mom? Finnick? Klaus? Static appears, then the camera starts to roll. A dark gray room pops, much similar to the one I am in, but this room was far more clean and had a giant pedestal in it.
The launch room. Glitching for a second, the video speed's up until it show's me and Milama talking just before the games had started. Watching as it shows me getting dressed in the jumpsuit, it then comes to a stop and shows in regular time me and Milama talking just before the launch.
Pulling the suit up to my chest, Milama fixed any wrinkles in the suit, her hands trembling at every tug of the fabric. Watching as she fixes the straps that connected my shoes to the suit, I wish that it were Pixie instead. Don't get me wrong. I did like Milama, she was a fresh face.
But I wanted Pixie in my last moments. Making me laugh and smile just before I go into the Arena. Giving me comfort. Fixing my gold bracelet that Pixie had given me all those years ago, I gave Milama a sad smile as she bit her lip. I would miss her. I just hope that she tells Pixie I missed her too.
"Hey, it's okay. I don't blame you. You didn't put me in here." I whisper, tucking the bracelet under my sleeve.
"I know and I am sorry." She apologizes.
"You have nothing to be sorry about." I said, trying to assure her.
"No, I do. I should have tried harder to get more information but, Snow has even more ears nowadays and I mean everywhere. I should have done more." She whispers, looking at the small camera in the corner.
"It's okay, you've done all that you could. I'm grateful for that. But can you do me a favor?" I ask, trying to persuade her otherwise.
"Yes." She said,
"Tell Pixie that I am grateful for everything she's done for me. For all of these years." I ask, feeling a lump in my throat.
"Athena, I can't. I should not be telling you this, but Snow. He had Pixie killed. Labelled her as a traitor to the Capitol." She whispers, escorting me over to the pedestal.
Feeling all the color drain from my face, I couldn't help but let a few tears fall at the thought of Pixie getting killed by President Snow. She was too kind. She was my friend. Was it my fault that she was dead? What did she do? Holding my hand tightly, she slips on a gold ring onto my middle finger, making the sinking feeling in my gut worsen. This was Pixie's ring. I had seen her wearing it one time.
Snapping out of daze, I met Milama's eyes but frowned when I noticed that they were glossed over. Her lip was quivering, but she plastered on a fake smile trying to mask her tears. I didn't blame her in the slightest. I felt like I was doing the same thing. It was like my Games all over again. Stepping on the pedestal, I hold onto her hand tightly, not wanting to let her go just yet.
