All rights to Suzanne Collins….. I don NOT own any of these characters…though I wish I did. This is basically my rendition of "Catching Fire", with the exception that Katniss is actually pregnant.
If Only….
"If it wasn't for the baby" Peeta muttered angrily. Just my luck that he was loud enough to hear. Now the whole Capitol knew! And sure enough, the camera's went to me, just in time to reach my horrified expression. Why the hell did he do that? Just tell it out like that. I tried looking away from the camera's, mortified, but I was just met with more looks.
Over the heads of the other Tributes, I saw Cinna smiling slightly, Effie paling, looking as though she was going to stop breathing, and Haymitch….well, I don't know what Haymitch was doing. He had this sort of pained expression, but his mouth hanging open wide as it could go, eyes wide open, and by the look of his stature, he was having trouble breathing. I was confused, but before I could react, I was reminded of the idiotic thing Peeta just did as the buzzer went off. All of a sudden, all twenty four us of were standing, and before I knew it, Peeta had grabbed my hand. Not wanting to break our love façade, I resisted shoving him away, and conjoined my hands with the District 11 tribute.
Once I was sure the camera's were shut off, I unlatched my hands, whipped around to Peeta and yelled "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" and stormed off towards the elevator, leaving Peeta in a surprised stance. Before I reached the beloved elevator, Cinna congratulates me and briefly explains that Effie fainted. I chuckled. Once there, I jab the button with my thumb, and Haymitch comes strolling up to me, just as the door opens. "Hey there sweetheart, did the baker make the bun in the oven?" he chuckles, and struts into the elevator. I follow after him, but instead of punching a button, I turn to him. "You shut your mouth Haymitch, or you will die in this elevator tonight." I growl, and turn to the buttons.
I punch twelve, and just as the doors are about to close, a hand shoots through the door. Good grief, who now? And as though the world just wants to torment me some more, Peeta comes walking in, panting, as though he was running to get here. I turn to leave, but he grasps my shoulder, forcing me to stay. Every muscle in me stiffens. "What was that?" Peeta asks in an exasperated tone. Anger bubbles inside me. I whip around, meeting Peeta's gaze, and shoot back "What the hell does that supposed to mean?" He stood, mouth agape and retorted "You just yelling at me out there! What was that? You had no right to-" he froze right there, under my death glare.
"No right? NO RIGHT? You're the one that announced I'm PREGNANT to the whole damn world!" With that, I thrust my hand into the button board, pushing level four, and immediately get out. Before the doors are completely closed, I turn and whisper in the most menacing tone "If you ask me what was that one more time, then I promise you don't have to be worried about other tributes. I'll be there with a bow to your head in seconds. And that way, it's totally legal." And with that statement, I stalked off to the nearest stairwell to sulk.