Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger games. (WISH I DID)
Hello, everyone had a good start to 2010? I've deicded to start it with a new fanfiction! ^.^ Enjoy and please review!!
"Katniss, do you agree?" Haymich stared into her eyes waiting for a response. Her eyes we glassed over obviously thinking about something or most likely someone. "Katniss!" Haymich was of course, drunk. And when he's drunk he doesn't like it when people ignore him.
He pushed the chair back violently. Bam! The chair fell to the floor the same time his fists banged the table. Finnick who was minding his own business flinch. The noise seemed to have processed into Katniss' head. She now realised she missed something. But who cared it was Haymich. He was always violent, dominating and drunk. She raised her head to look into his eyes then she realised that she never could so, she looked just beyond him and simply said "what?"
"What? WHAT! Is that all you can say? Is that all you think you need to say?" Daggers flying from his eyes, cutting her skin. "I just told you everything you wanted to know and let me guess you thinking about lover boy!" Katniss felt herself sink in her chair. She let the green velvet swallow her whole. Lover boy. She knew he was talking about Peeta. She felt the anger swirl in her body.
"And what if I was?" She ended up whispering the end of her question because she knew that Haymich would flip, blow up however, she didn't care. She lost Peeta, district 12 and Gale to some extent. "You promised me to keep him safe, Haymich. You promised me you would because you kept him safe." She hissed through gritted teeth. She felt a hand on her shoulder. In a sharp movement, she turned her head towards the hand but, a voice cutted her off.
"Haymich, you should understand what she's going through. I know I do." It was Finnick. He's voice got smaller and smaller. Katniss couldn't understand why Finnick would support her against Haymich. Still remembering that his hand was still on her shoulder she slapped it off turned to face him and looked him deep into his light sea green eye and hissed " I don't need your pity. Never have, never will so, don't bother to help me." She made her way toward the door of the hovercraft. Opened it and closed it just as fast.
Finnick was left shocked. He save Peeta's life and her's in a way. Finnick looked up at a drunk Haymich, at some point during this fiasco he fell asleep in his chair and had thrown up. "Well, I guess we're going to have to tell her again," Finnick mutters under his breath.
Haymich had once again regain consciousness and smirk the words, "Our Mockingjay, that is."
A/N: Sorry it's short. More will be up soon! If it gets too long email me!Now Please review! Changes or just encourgement please!
