Hi everyone.
I've written a few fan fictions before but I am just getting back into writing now. Here is one Im just starting and will continue only if I get some reviews.
The only thing I am changing from the original trilogy is that Finnick is alive.
Hope you enjoy it.
I don't own any rights to the Hunger Games books or characters.
Katniss POV
Two years since the war had ended. Since I shot president Coin with the arrow that was meant for Snow. She fell from the balcony and I thought that would be my death sentence, that the crowd would rip me to bits. But they just passed right by me and I was dragged away. Snow had still died viscously for everything that he had done, succumbed to his illness.
We had lost so many people including my Prim. I watched her die. I watched the bomb fall and explode right in front of her. It destroyed me. Everything I had ever done had been to protect her, my little duck. I went a little insane over what had happened to her, lost my mind. Sometime my mind gets lost just thinking about it. I feel the tears starting to fall.
"Are you alright Katniss?" Peeta asked. I hadn't even noticed him standing there.
"Yes, I am fine." I replied. He had been so wonderful since we came back to twelve. Always looking out for me, taking care of me, holding me when I am sad. There isn't anything I could ever do to repay Peeta for everything he has done. Peeta turned around and left the room. I continued to sit at the window in our house at victor's village, hugging my knees close to my chest watching the snow fall. I rocked back and forth muttering things to myself about Prim, and Peeta and twelve.
I am still broken, but Peeta makes things better. I do love him. I just can't show it the way he does. I hear footsteps come back into the room and Peeta walks up beside me and hands me a glass of water. "Here, I figured you might need a glass of water"
"Thanks" He rests his hand on my shoulder.
"You know I am here Katniss. For anything you need. I love you Katniss" He says to me sweetly.
All I can muster myself to say is "I know Peeta". I don't know why but I have the hardest time saying it back to him. I do love him. I do.
"I love you too Peeta" I say as he is walking out of the room. He stops at the door but doesn't turn around. "Dinner will be ready soon Katniss". He continues to walk out the door.
A few hours had passed and dinner was ready. Rabbit stew. Like most nights Haymitch was over for dinner. There were few people left in twelve after the bombings. With everything that the three of us had been through it made sense to say close with Haymitch, especially since he lives next door to us.
"Well look who decided to show up, the girl on fire" He says as he embraces me in a hug. A hug is a strange gesture coming from Haymitch. Peeta must have told him about me crying earlier.
"I am not the girl on fire anymore Haymitch" I reply to him after letting him go.
"Well you sure do still have a spark in you" He takes his seat at the dinner table.
We sit at the table and make small talk about the weather. Haymitch asks me if I have been able to bring in a lot of game lately with the cold. When dinner finishes Haymitch and Peeta go into the sitting room to talk. I stay in the kitchen and tidy up. I do the dishes and listen and eavesdrop at the same time in case anything important has been said.
"There are rumours" Haymitch says "about the Capitol".
"Like what? Are they refusing to work since they think they are 'better' than us?" Peeta asks.
"No" I turn my head over my shoulder and peer into the room as I continue to do the dishes. I see Haymitch lean closer to Peeta.
"There is talk that the Capitol is planning to overthrow Paylor" Haymitch whispers.
"Who? Who would even want to. The districts are working together. Everything is working.
"I don't know who. All I know is that's what I've been told". Haymitch sits back in his chair. "Effie has been sending me letters"
"Effie told you? Do you even know if you can trust Effie? She is a Capitol supporter, the only reason why she helped us during the rebellion is because she didn't have a choice" Peeta was getting angry but so was Haymitch. Haymitch stood up and shook his head at Peeta.
Haymitch walked into the kitchen. "Thank you for tonight dear". He kisses me on the cheek and proceeds for the front door. I continue to do the dishes and think about everything thay they have said. Overthrow the Paylor. I can't fight again. I've already lost way too much.
