A/N... Hey guys, I doubt many people would be reading this at this early stage of my writing. I'm not sure how good this will end up and I don't really have an idea for a major plot, so this could just end up a lot of fluff and Katniss being all scowly but I doubt it because that stuff gets boring after a while. Happy Reading
Oh yeah disclaimer... I don't own hunger games Suzanne Collins does. Blah blah blah.
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"Rue! Rue! I'm coming!" She still has the wound from where the spear entered her body in the Games. This makes me confused, because she died, but I hear her screams, a high shrill sound that rings through my ears, and I know that I must get her to safety and ask questions later.
Once I reach her small body lying on the ground I drop my bow and kneel on the ground next to her the only thing wrong with her is what I said about the spear. She reaches to grab my bow and I let her without thinking.
Her face is blurry, distorted, and it twists and turns until I am met with the snake-like eyes of President Snow. His grin turns into a sickening smirk and my stomach flips inside me. He must have used some kind of potion brewed up in the Capitol labs. I will give it to him he is clever in an evil, evil way. First he shows up as Rue, my 12 year old sweet-faced ally from the 74th Hunger Games so he can steal my precious bow, then morphs back into his gruesome self and points the handiwork –my bow- of my father at me, fully loaded with an arrow I might add.
The woody springtime smell has faded and now my nostrils are filled with a stench that can only be associated with evil in my mind. Roses. I gag and choked for a breath of clean uncontaminated oxygen, but the scent of roses strangles me. I am engulfed by a wave of claustrophobia and accept my situation somewhat.
Too dumbfounded to move, I absentmindedly stare at him in awe as he raises the bow and points it directly at my forehead.
His pulling the string is the slowest of actions I have ever seen happen, although I'm pretty sure that it was only that way in my head. The last thing I see is his eyes light up in a triumphant smile as he lets the arrow fly.
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I wake myself up with my own screaming until I feel Peeta's warm reassuring arms wind themselves around me and pull me to his chest where I bury my face. I can't find my breath but I manage to scrape puffs of air in and out of my mouth. "It was him again" I say jerkily through my numerous sobs racking through my body, like tremors after the mine explosion, that thought brings a fresh round of tears. But all Peeta says is "Calm down Katniss, we can talk in the morning if you would like" and pulls me even closer, if that's even possible.
I manage a shaky nod and snuggle into him. I start to come back to myself and ball my hands into fists in his t-shirt. I pull him down closer for a kiss. I kiss him gently as first and then they become more passionate. Without the slightest of hesitation I begin to slide Peeta's t-shirt over his head.
He pauses for a second as if to question me, but I see the recognition in his eyes when he realises where I am intending this to go. He stops abruptly and I am disappointed but he has only stopped to say "Are you sure Katniss?" I pant out words in my reply "Well we are married aren't we?" he seems to think this means yes, my intentions exactly. We meld together in perfect harmony and let the hours tick away until morning. Who knew a nightmare could end up so sweet.
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Oh and sorry for making that scene so early in the story but I think it was necessary and I needed a space filler to start the next chapter better.
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