hi guys, this is my very first hunger games fanfic! oh and all rights goes to the amazing Suzanne Collins
Katniss POV
I'm standing on the stage holding Peeta's hand. This year we're the mentors. I look around and search the crowd for Prim. She was standing there with all the other thirteen year olds, her face trying to hide the nervousness that she was feeling. But how could you if you're in with a chance to... die.
Effie walks in front of the microphone and gives her usual speech, and the same old video is played. But this time, Effie introduces me and Peeta as the mentors, not Haymitch who is probably getting drunk somewhere; but we don't need introducing, we're known all over Panem. I'm the girl on fire, how is hated whole heartedly by the president of Panem.
"Without further ado, let's pick this year's tributes!" I hate how she's always overly happy about this. I like Effie, but she doesn't understand what it must be like to grow up in the districts, especially district 12.
"Ladies first," a second later I can see every girl crumple up, in hope that their name doesn't get picked out. As usual Effie takes a long time, she swirls her hand around in the bowl of names and finally picks one up.
She walks over to the microphone and pulls, the sticky tape that held the folded paper together. Her eyes widen before she speaks.
"Primrose Everdeen." What! No! I scan over the crowd and see Prim; she was looking at me too. Everyone either looked at me or Prim, they knew that I volunteered for her last time. I pull my hand away from Peeta's but I couldn't move; I was frozen. Not prim, not sweet prim. My sister Prim.
She makes her way out of the crowd, every eye following her and looking at me, to see how I react. At first I don't react, I don't know how too. But I realise that I can't just let her die, and stand by doing absolutely nothing. What can I do?
"I volunteer!" I shout out, for the second time in my life. Now I gained the attention of every person standing there. Effie must have been expecting this because she breaks my efforts using the next sentence.
"Katniss, mentors aren't allowed to volunteer." No, that can't be! I have to do something. I try running to Prim who was making her way to the stage, her face revealing no emotions. But Peeta stops me. How could he not let me try save Prim? He knew Prim, he loved Prim dearly. He grabs me around the waist and tries to pull me back.
"Katniss please calm down," I can hear Effie saying behind me. How can I calm down? I try and pry Peeta's arm off me, but he doesn't let go. I lash out everywhere not caring who or what I hit. Peeta knowing I won't give up started to drag me away. He doesn't try to be gentle. He drags me off stage, into the justice building, even though I'm kicking and screaming.
He pulls me into a room and shuts the door. I realise I wouldn't be able to get to Prim anyway, so I stop kicking and hold onto Peeta. My legs turned numb, and I need support. Peeta helps me over to a chair and sits by me. He keeps his arms wrapped around me, while I weep on his shoulder. Why didn't he let me go to Prim? Reading my mind, Peeta answers my question.
"The more difficult you be now Katniss, that harder they'll be on Prim later." He doesn't say it in an accusing way, but it made me feel guilty. I was selfish to only think about my life without Prim, to not realise that I'm supposed to act strong for her. I didn't think about how my actions could affect her.
We stay in the room for a while. My mind was blank the whole time. Peeta told me to stay in this room while he went and checked on what happened. I don't reply so he goes, leaving me.
It seems like ages, and Peeta hasn't returned. I slowly pull all my thoughts together, and make my way to the door. I could hear footsteps rushing around on the other side of the door. I wait till I can't hear anyone, and open the door. I walk down the corridor and spot the bowls that contained the names. I should just walk past, but curiosity takes over. Why would they leave them here, in the open, where anyone could see them?
I walk over to them and find that one containing the girl's names. I wonder who else could have got picked instead of my sister. I reach out and grab one of the folded pieces of paper.
Primrose Everdeen
My sister's name brings the thought of her dying to my head again. I reach out and grab another one.
Primrose Everdeen
That's weird, Prim's name came out again. I reach out and grab a handful, and each one read;
Primrose Everdeen
Then I realise, Prim's name being picked out for the hunger games wasn't just some coincidence; Snow is trying to punish me, and he wanted me to know that.
Prim POV
I walked onto the stage and stood there facing everyone. Effie chose a piece of paper from the boys bowl, it was Logan Xavier. A tall, blacked haired and grey eyed boy. He was about 16, and was well built. But something about him was mysterious; his eyes look dark as if he's seen horror's that no one should have to go through. They made us shake hands and then took us in to the justice building. Throughout the whole thing, I didn't reveal my emotions. I needed to be like Katniss; Strong.
They told me to wait in the room, and shut the door. After a while the Hawthorne family came in. They told me to be careful and not give up. After about 10 minutes they went and mum came in. We sat and wept for most of the time, none of us had words to say. I can't imagine what my mum must be going through; for the second time in her life she could be losing a child. We replay our best moments with each other.
"I remember my first day at school, and you specially did up my hair. You got me the best set of clothes we had. And you repeatedly told me to be careful." We both laugh, and tears fall down mum's eyes.
"I remember the first time you went out on your own, to go buy something for me. I then realised I spent most of your childhood locked away. I was never there for you..." she trailed off. More tears rolled down her cheek.
"No mum. Please don't. You were there for me! You're the most amazing mum in the world. Please don't beat yourself up about it. You had a hard life, it's not your fault." She nods, and wipes away her tears. She kisses me on my forehead and pulls me in for another hug. The peacekeepers come in say that time is over, just before leaving my mum turns around to face me.
"Stay strong Prim, for me. Stay strong."
After a bit Katniss came in, she took my hand and we left the justice building. Peeta and Logan were waiting for us. We all sat in the car that was going to take us to the train station. The car ride was silent; I leaned over and placed my head of Katniss's shoulder. I caught Logan looking at me a couple of times, but not in the way a predator looks at its prey. Before we got out of the car Peeta told us to smile and wave. How could I when you were sending me off to my death? But maybe I wouldn't die, I had to try. So I got out, one hand holding onto Katniss, another waving. I put on a smile and acted as if I was going to my favourite place in the world.
We all got into the train, it was amazing. The ceiling was decorated with chandeliers, that looked as if they were made out of diamonds. The flooring was a deep red carpet, the walls painting a lush pink. The tables made out of a cream coloured wood, and the chairs matched with red cushions embedded in them. The sofas were a dark purple with silky soft cream cushions. The windows were covered by curtains a little darker than the colour of the walls. When I first saw the house in Victor's Ville I thought it was beautiful, but this was something more.
We sat down on the sofas while Effie to check if everything was fine, and when we were leaving. I don't know what to say, and it seems that nobody else does either. We all sit silently when Effie walks in, looking quite furious.
"Why is no one telling me what's going on? I want to know, it just so happens, I'm responsible for getting these people at the right place, at the right time!" She walks across the carriage ranting on and exits through the other door. I turn around to see Peeta trying to hold make a laugh, and Katniss faintly smiling. I give Peeta a questioning look.
"She's a control freak." Ah right, it makes sense now. Peeta grabs this opportunity to end the horrible silence.
"So Logan, you want to tell me anything about yourself?"
"No."
"We need to know Logan, please."
"I don't want to talk."
"Logan, we want to help, and to help we need to know about you."
"I said I don't want to talk!" He stands up, kicks a chair that had the misfortune of being nearby, and walks away. He leaves the carriage. Peeta gets up to follow him, but Katniss pulls him down again.
"Give him some time, he's just shocked. He's been sentenced to death pretty much." Realising what's she's said, Katniss quickly turns to look at me to see if the words she said had an effect on me. But I know what's going to happen. I realised I haven't said anything since saying bye to mum.
"Where's my room. I want to lay down for a bit."
"What me to come?" Do I want Katniss there? I nod, as she gets up takes my hand and leads me out of the carriage to my room. It was the same colours as the living area, but it had a nice big bed. I walk over to it, and sit down. Katniss gets down on her knees in front of me.
"Hey prim, look at me," I look up to see nothing but concern in her eyes.
"You're going to make it, I promise," I don't know how she could promise such a thing, but for some reason I believed her.
"Okay, Katniss could I have some time to myself please?" she hesitant but then nods, kisses me on my forehead and then leaves the room. I lay back and cuddle up to a pillow. Now that I'm all alone everything sinks in. I Primrose Everdeen at the age of thirteen have been picked for the hunger games, where I will fight to the death, and will probably end up dead. Tears slowly roll down my face, and I drift off to a dreamless sleep.
Logan POV (his dream/nightmare)
I cower into the corner, ready for the explosion.
"LOGAN YOU PATHCEIC EXCUSE OF A SON! YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY. NO WONDER YOU MOTHER THOUGHT IT WAS BETTER TO KILL HERSELF. COME HERE NOW!" I slowly walk into the next room. He stood there, towering over me, his belt in his hand. I stood up straight knowing that if I showed any sign of weakness, he would make it worse.
He lifted his belt and lash out. It hit my shoulder coursing a small dent, and a lot of blood to fall out. I winced but didn't show any more signs of pain. He lifts his belt up again, and this time it hit my head. It burned and I cried out in pain.
"STOP NOW! DON'T YOU DARE CRY!?" he lashes out another time, and it cut across my left leg. But I couldn't hold it in, I cried out in pain. In the end the pain got too much, I feel to the floor and saw the alcohol bottle he had consumed, before I fell unconscious.
Prim POV
I heard a soft knock on the door, and Katniss came in.
"Come on Prim, it's time for dinner." I get out of bed and follow Katniss back to the living area. The table of filled with delicious looking food. At the same time Peeta came in.
"He wouldn't open the door, and it was locked." So me, Katniss, Peeta and Effie ate together that evening. After talking for a bit I headed back to my room. I didn't feel like doing anything, but just before I entered my room, I heard someone groan in pain. I could tell, because that's how most people sound when they come to mum for treatment. I walk towards the sound, and stop outside a door. I think this is Logan's room. I wasn't sure whether I should enter, but he sounded as if he was in so much pain. I turn the handle but it doesn't move. Peeta said that he locked the door. I try again and again. He needed help. All of a sudden the noise stops. I hear him get out of bed and start making his way to the door. I debate on whether I should turn and run, because I'm not sure I want to face him. But I was too late; he was standing in front of me already. He face was red and he sounded out of breath, and he was covered in sweat. He looked scared and vulnerable for a minute, but then he face hardens showing no emotions at all.
"Ar-rrre yo-uu o-kkay?" Oh comes on Prim, stop being so nervous.
"Yes I'm fine," he says as if he didn't want to answer in the first place. He steps back and shuts the door. Great going Prim, can't even ask a guy if they're okay without making them uncomfortable. I turn around about to make my way to my room when the door opens again.
"Thanks for asking anyway," he gives a weak smile and then closes the door again. I didn't realise that I too had a smile on my face until I reached my room and say myself in the mirror.
what do you think? any good? any tips or advice?
in my mind, Prim looks like a younger version of Leven Rambin (the girl who plays Glimmer in the movie) and Logan looks like Logan Lerman!
review please!
-themockingjayxx
