Authors notes are in bold, the present is the italic writing, and normal are memories. Hope you enjoy, and this is quickly being posted as I'm sort of banned from the internet, so editing may come later, along with more chapters that will be dedicated to others if they suggest them ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. That is mine -_- But seriously, every character is from the Hunger Games books. I'm not a proper fangirl for this but- FINNIS FOREVER, BITCHES! lol.
The devil and I stared at each other, and it brought back memories each time I looked into his yellow eyes. Good days and bad... But all the days when Prim was alive...
I crouched by the door, a coarse sack heavy and sagging in my hand. Eyes slitted against the chilling air of the night, my toes were staring to get frosty in my leather boots. Gently shaking my head, I shifted forwards a bit as I heard a soft sound.
A yellow paw shifted out of the shadow of the doorway, and my finders quickly tightened as my arms rose slightly. Throwing the sack over the beast, I ran to the meadow before his yowling could wake up Prim and my mother. I felt a sting on my bare hand, and noticed a thin trail of blood across its back. The monster had gotten me. Glaring at the writhing sack, I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked the worst of the blood off before wondering how I would explain the scratch.
"Damn you, cat!" I muttered to the beast before flinging the sack over the newly electrocuted fence and into the ominous woods. Smirking, I heard his hissing and yowling as I wandered back home, pleased that I had finally gotten rid of the beast.