Chapter 1
Yells and screams bellowed around me, surrounding me, engulfing me.
Panic was thick in the midst that swept through my Grandfather's Mansion. His sweet, sickly stench plugged my nose as the screams plugged my ears. My only working sense was sight, but even then that was covered in a red shimmer. Pain and anger coursed through my pathetic body. Although the direction my anger took was different to what most thought. It wasn't at the rebels who swarmed the corridors, taking control of where ever they stepped. It wasn't the disturbed Mockingjay who fought for the injustice of this world that she knew only half about.
It was at the man with my hair. It was the man who loved me dearly but was blinded by power that even my words hadn't reached him. I told him this would happen. I told him the Hunger Games were wrong. But he was blind, and deaf; like me now as the faint red glimmer had turned thick over my eyes. Hopefully, it was my blood. Hopefully, it was pouring from my head. Hopefully, I would die from the blast that was there only a minute ago. Hopefully, this pain in my stomach would finally end and the blanket of death could take me.
Feet carelessly crashed into my room. Dam, don't let it be a Capitol's. It wasn't speaking. Why? If it was a Capitol, they would be panicking and asking if I was alright. If it was a rebel it would be yelling that they've found me, the President's grandson.
Something brushed my throat. God, let the rebels just strangle me. Or even cut my throat and make more blood to join the rest. Let my black evil blood flow. Let everything of my cursed Grandfather go. I'm being picked up. Yes! They were taking me to their leader. He would kill me.
Suddenly a spark went through me. Someone's touching the gash on my side. Make it bigger, make me die faster. My eye-lids felt heavy but some weight was being taken off of it. They were taking the blood off; probably so they could show their leader who I was. I peered through to see who this person was. Ren, her hand was on my side, and... someone else was carrying me. I tilted my head with all energy I had. It was Dug, he was holding me. They were both my servants, my slaves, my Avoxs. That explained why I heard neither of them speak.
The feeling of betrayal washed through my already worn out body. Did they hate me? Did their smiles of gratitude when I gave them extra food been a lie. Was it just politeness? I cared about them, both of them. They were the only ones who didn't see a failure in their eyes. They helped me heal every time I went to training or saw anyone in my family. But that was their job. Although sometimes they just tried to heal me even when those I angered told them not to. Both of them got many beatings for that. Reality hit me, they weren't lying, and they were helping me, again, as always. Guilt replaced the feeling of betrayal as I knew the prodding Ren was doing was out of trying to stop the blood. And Dug was carrying me to safety.
Dam it! I couldn't die on them when they were risking being killed by the rebels. Shit!
Ok this is my first fanfiction so i'm still not used to it all. 2nd chapter should be coming real quick, just need to check it for mistakes (normally leaving odd words out). Ok next chapter is going to be the Reaping and obviously he's gonna get chosen and i have put a load of characters names in there and im gonna put a link to pictures of the characters so people wont be confused. i know 24 kids, excluding the officials and stuff is gonna be hard enough so just trying to help it not be too over whelming.
Ok, think thats it, oh and please review! i know everyone asks this of people but i wanna improve so critisism is fine. saying that i dont think i've spelt critisism right either... hmm..
