Gale watched the small television, mesmerized, by what he saw on the screen. It was Katniss, with a flamboyant blazing white wedding dress. With long wispy sleeves, her dress transformed majestically while Gale stood with his jaw agape. Her dress turned from innocently captivating to hotly hypnotizing. The gown morphed into a gray-black dress with dusty wings, absolutely amazing. The edges were still burning slightly, and Gale took the chance to take it all. With slow realization he thought of the Hunger Games. This beauty, deeply mesmerizing, was going to die in some painful way.
That could not be tolerated. Gale was going to save her, with the help of District 13. He had to.
Meanwhile, Katniss was hiding away in the jumpsuit, with past victors surrounding the gracious Cornucopia. When the bell rang, she darted straight for the center. It was packed with weapons. Grabbing the bow and arrows, she dashed away in fear of any bloodshed.
"Can we pick Katniss up through the force field?" Gale asked, agitated. His finger fumbled with the telephone, and awaited the answer.
"Of course. We have to make sure our Mockingjay will live. The force field is nothing compared to what we have in 13." An assuring voice said.
Gale could breathe now. Katniss will live safely. And then Gale could defend and fight.
Gale was going to make sure this catnip was going to make it through every single obstacle. More correctly, he thought, the Mockingjay.
