The Lost Tribute: chapter 1
On one of their nights in the Victors Village, Haymitch tells Katniss and Peeta why he wanted to them to win, why he made the effort to help them. Under the influence of alcohol, Haymitch reveals the story of his time in the arena, a story of his secret love for his fellow District Twelve tribute, Anya, and how he ultimately watched her die. First Hunger Games fic. My Gods, I love this series, so darn much. Team Peeta! :3 Please review !
NOTE: this story is partly AU, because obviously there was a different female tribute for District 12 when Haymitch was in the Hunger Games. But for the purpose of this story, we can overlook it, can't we?
Prologue
It was on a cold night that Haymitch finally revealed to us a little more about why he had helped us. We were sitting round the fire in my house, my mother and Prim cuddled up together, Peeta and I sitting next to each other, Gale a strong presence on my other side. I felt like I was being torn in half. Haymitch was drunk, but when is Haymitch not drunk? I sighed: the silence was becoming unbearable. I don't know what prompted him to begin talking, but talk he did.
"Want to know why I sobered up enough to help you two?" Haymitch asks, pointing from Peeta to myself, words slurred. He pauses, swigging from a bottle. I figure he's waiting for an answer. I glance at Peeta. "Why?" we ask simultaneously.
He takes a long pull from the bottle, and I resist all urges to just knock the bottle from his hand.
"Because I know what it's like," he says, "to lose someone you love to the Hunger Games. To the Capitol." He takes a final swig from the bottle then launches into his tale…
Yes, it's short, it's a brief prologue to kind of get the feel. This is the only chapter for now that I want to write in Katniss' POV. Next chapter is Haymitch's POV then third person. :D
Please review, and may the odds be ever in your favor!
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