Stronger With You
Note: This is a Hayniss Story. It's my first, so please go gentle on me, but constructive criticism will be appreciated. Enjoy! :)
Haymitch's POV:
I stumble onto the stage, my head pounding, just another reaping, just the start of death for two lucky people.
"Primrose Everdeen" Effie announces into the microphone.
I watch as a twelve year old starts walking up to stage. This is just sick! I think, there shouldn't be a raffle every year to see which children will be fighting to their death! Then something catches my attention...
"I volunteer! I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" A girl screams. She has dark brown hair, almost black, with dark brown eyes to match. Her sister starts to scream and wail. She hugs her sister with all her might, until a boy, probably her boyfriend, comes and takes the little girl away.
"Well, well District 12's very first volunteer! Do come on up dear." Effie says.
As the girl walks past me she looks at me in the eyes, I look back and I see her eyes are glossy, about to shed a tear.
"So, what's your name, dear?" Effie asks.
"Katniss Everdeen" The girl replies. A few more words are exchanged between them and then Effie continues:
"And now for the boys!"
"Peeta Mellark."
I see a boy walking up to stage, his hair blonde and his face gentle. Peeta and Katniss shake hands and are taken into the Justice Building. I go into the train and make myself at home, getting a glass of my favourite liquor. When they walk onto the train they sit down on the seats opposite me.
Katniss's POV:
I sit next to Peeta, in front of Haymitch. I take in Haymitch's apperence for the first time. He has soft, longish, blonde hair and his eyes are a piercing bright blue. He is actually in pretty good shape for a man who has had hangovers nearly everyday for almost 25 years.
"Okay, so when do we stat?"Peeta asks. Too soon Peeta, too soon. I think.
"Oh, so eager! Most of you aren't in such a hurry!" Haymitch replies, holding up a hand. Peeta probably says something that annoys Haymitch, or something like that but I'm not really listening.
All I catch Haymith saying at the end is, "Embrace the probability of your imminent death, and know that in your heart that there is nothing I can do to save you." I get angry at that.
"Then why are you here then?"I ask in a demanding tone.
"The refreshments." Haymitch replies, swirling the alcohol in his glass around and raising his eyebrows, to me.