I'm hijacked by THG. I read all 3 books in just 48 hours. Then I wonder what if Katniss is hijacked instead to Peeta how the things will work, how the relationship will change. There are many versions but here's my version.
So here it is my first ever story for THG. I wish I could master Collins' enchanting narrative power. Sadly I can't. Please don't shoot me for the terrible narration, grammar and spelling errors. English isn't my native language. I'm still practicing it.
I stand there alone. The wind swirls around me, ash covers my tangled hair spreading a fine layer over my boots. The green meadow which was always green now is nothing but a remnant of dry grasses, shattered pieces of the remaining of the former District 12. My eyes search for the familiar signboard of Mellerk's Bakery but only to find a few crumbled pieces of blackened steel remnants. It seems very unusual- the always crowded Mellerks bakery is now nothing but a huge pile of rubbles, broken glasses and crumbled steels.
A tear is threatened to drop.
"Peeta", a voice whispers, a gentle hand touches my shoulder "It's time to go."
I lift my right hand to conceal the tear behind my shirt sleeve. My friend and ally Finnick Odier is standing behind me, trying to hide the sadness behind his over sexy face. He tries to smile as our eyes meet. "The hovercraft is waiting."
"Yes," I nod "It's time to go."
My eyes escapes the image of the victor's village remains untouched since the bombing in District 12. The whole district died in an instant. Only a few managed to escape- Katniss's family is among them. But my family..
They refused to go and take shelter in the woods during the attack. I have no idea what was going though their heads at that time. Obedience to the Capitol? It seems funny when their youngest son joins the rebels.
My feet stop. "Wait." I mouth to Finnick and begin heading to the victor's village. He gives me a confused look but doesn't try to protest.
I push open the entrance and walk inside. The cold wind blows, kissing my face gently. I inhale deeply. For the first time in my visit to the district 12 the air smells like grass and life rather than ashes. My eyes takes the few large building standing lonely, untouched, ridiculously mocking the ruins all around- standing high declaring the glory of Capitol over us. My feet make an unnatural thump over the ground, silent for many days. I stop in front of one lonely house.
I walk along the open door, climb thee dusty stairs. There is nothing but my footsteps.
Where am I?
My eyes burn when I find myself standing before a large mirror, a shaggy room, a book lying on the floor on it's spine.
I kneel upon the floor. My fingers touch the yellowed pages. Ash settles all over the open pages but the tiny handwriting are still visible under the plant sketches.
My sketches, her handwritings.
Everything seems belongs to a dream from another life.
'Katniss wasn't really so much careful about her room." My head shot up with a deep voice from behind. A pair of grey eyes locks instantly upon mine.
Gale!
"What?" I straightened myself to my full height. Another man is now looking in my eyes. His intense grey eyes are now piercing my soul.
"She suffers." He nods "Because of you."
"But I tried to…" I have to stop in midsentence because his hands clasp around mine.
"You're supposed to protect her."
My head hangs to my chest. I can't avoid the blame. Yes, I was supposed to protect her. I was supposed to die in the game, making sure that she was alive. She is the one the whole nation waiting for. But here I'm standing- safely and she is in the…
Capitol.
My eyes catch the battered calendar hanging in a unnatural position from the hook, reminding the fateful day.
September!
So six weeks have passed since we were rescued by a hovercraft of district 13. Six weeks since Katniss was captured by Capitol.
"Can you avoid this?" Gale says.
"No!" I nod. "But I shall…"
"Gale. Peeta!" our conversation is interrupted by some voices from outside. I look through the broken glasses; the whole crew is waiting for my return.
"Then keep your promise." Gale mutters under his breath, turning his heels towards the door.
Downstairs I snag my game bag, throw the family plant book inside and follow him to the hovercraft of District 13. Plutarch Havensbee and his crew welcome me inside. Gale throws me another piercing glare while taking his seat two rows apart. Boggs gives me a toothy grin and Haymitch is passed out in his couch in a drunken stupor as usual.
The door slides close.
"This way Peeta." Flavius smiles at me leading me through the rows of seats "President Coin is waiting for you."
"Oh!" I smile back wryly, seeing the middle aged President stilting four more rows ahead. Taking a careful glace around me I gazed into Flavius's eyes. "Any news of her?"
"Nothing!" he nods.
My heart sinks. No news. Six weeks I have not seen her lovely face, her spank. I have lost my whole family now for my carelessness I'm going to lose her too. I wonder why they can't rescue her from the arena. Is a plan or….
People keep watching, whispering behind me as I walk along to the way to President Alma Coin of District 13, the rebellious district destroyed seventy five years ago and mysteriously reborn under the ground.
Now they are leading the rebel we ignited two years ago.
They want me to be the face of rebellion.
"Sit down, Soldier Mellerk." Coin nods as I reach her row. Her hands pat the seat in her right side. I take my seat beside her. Her intense eyes are locked upon me. Her albino white skin is reflecting the sunlight. Her eyes are piercing like Caeser Flickerman.
"So what do you decide, Mr. Mellerk?" She leans forward. Her attitude somehow reminds me of Caeser again.
"Nothing!" I reply simply.
"Not yet?"
I nod.
Her eyes gaze into mine again. I try to read what is going inside her brain. But unfortunately she is good in wearing masks. I know she is trying to read me too.
"Why didn't you rescue her too?"
"We can't."
"Then don't ask me about my opinion."
Coin draws her eyebrows closer, a small smile is playing at the corner of her lips. "You love her, boy!" she exclaims.
I stare into her, not willing to answer.
A painful silence!
We keep staring at each other in a undeclared contest.
"We've received some audio tapes from Capitol!" At last it is her who speaks first.
"Audio tapes!" I blink, confused.
"Yes!" she nods again. Somehow I wonder I see a line of faint smile along her lips. She motions one of her fellow men to press a button somewhere.
A scream! Full of pain!
Katniss! Like someone is tearing each and every part of her body.
My hands automatically fly to cover my ears. The scream continues. My body looses all the resistance as I hunch to the aluminum floor.
"Stop it!" I scream covering my ears tightly trying to escape the fearful scream. Warm tears begin running down along my cheeks.
"Please!" I beg.
Coin motions to the man and the hovercraft becomes as silent as before. Two men help me to find the chair. I feel my heart still pounding against my ribcage. My whole body is still shaking like I had a terrible nightmare. Someone offers me a glass full of water and gladly I accept that. For an instance my eyes meet Gale's. His eyes are burning with both sadness and anger. Finnick waves at me from the back seat assuring me.
"It's the only trace we found of Miss Everdreen in last six weeks." Coin now fixes her gaze upon mine "And you can understand that they are not so nice with her."
I may be wrong but possibly I see a hint of enthusiasm in her eyes. my fingers instantly fly to my shirt pocket. The metal hardness of the mockingjay pin rubs against my skin. It belongs to her.
She is the Mockingjay.
She is the one who ignited this fire.
She is needed to tend this fire.
"I'll not join the rebellion until Katniss returns.." I answer icily. Coin's head shot up with my reply. But I continue.
"Because Katniss is the Mockingjay."
Sounds weird?
Definitely not good as the book. I'm not a fan of my own writing.
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