Tributes of the Capitol
AN: I seriously have no idea where i am going with this story. But since reading Mockingjay my fingers have been itching to write a fanfiction. So here it comes! Enjoy!
The sun was boiling us all. It was the hottest day in ages and the fact that thousand people where standing crunched together on a single square wasnt making the situation any better. I shuffled between the sweating bodies until i finall made out my family. My parents were holding hands, their colorful skin of rich blues and greens mingling, and looking uneasy across the mass of people. My brother stood beside them, not entirely grasping the reason why we were standing here and clutching my fathers leg, as if he was scared to loose him. Which wasn't all so unlikely, considering the constantly moving crowd. I squeezed through some more people until i reached my mother. The look in her eyes was distant, maybe even scared, as if she was trying to find a solution to un unsolvable problem. I layed my hand on her shoulder and tried to comfort her, when suddenly everyone was moving backwards. I saw father pick up my little brother, careful that he wasnt stepped on by someone. In this stressed crowd it would surely mean his death.
I also stumbled backward, paying attention not to hurt anyone myself. After a few seconds we werent pushed back anymore and i stood on my toes to see what had happened. The new peacekeepers, recruits from the thirteenth district, had made place for a stage that was now rumbling out of the ground, where we had been pressed away from. Someone in front of me was trying to watch the action and stood in my way. I jumped high, trying to sneek a look at what was happening. The peacekeepers were guiding the living winners on stage and preparing seats for them at the back of the stage. I gasped as I saw Katniss holding Peeta's hand tightly as they took places on there seats. Then again my view was blocked by a man, who let his daughter sit on his shoulders. I growned but it wasn't necessary to see anything anymore. The sound of a winner's voice, supported by a loud microphone, echoed over the entire square. Immediately the loud mass was quiet, shocked by the speaker's voice.
„Good afternoon, people of the Capitol!", the voice greated. I could make out the speaker now. It was Johanna. She stood infront of a lectern, that had probably been installed by the new peacekeepers. Her dark hair were wild and uncombed, making it look as if she had a mane. Her eyes were glistening with a certain beastliness that I had to compare her to an agressive lion, ready to pounce on his pray. A smile was playing on her lips and I knew that she was liking how she was the one announcing the hunger games for once. She allready had been in the arena herself, and she belonged to the ones who had survived. Twice. I dont know if I was jealous of her, but I guess not. My parents, my father especially, had always wanted his children to win the hunger games one day. Like all other parents of the first district, they wanted the glory of living in the town of winners. But perhaps they were even going to get this now. The last hunger games were being announced.
„Today we have gathered to announce that the seven winners and leaders of the revolution against the Capitol have made a decision.", Johanna leaned forward on the speaker's pult, eager to cost out every second of this. „After voting, we have decided that the hunger games shall take place one more time. And because we know how much you people like watching children die, we thought it would be fun, to let you watch your own children take their last breaths this time. And I mean only your children". Johanna leaned back, enjoying the confusion rolling over the mass. Confused and astonished looks were being exchanged. Then it was quiet again, as if the people were demanding for an explanation. Johanna laughed a dry laugh into the microphone, making my stomache twist at the sound of it.
„Yes, you have heard right. The last hunger games shall be exclusively for the children of the Capitol. After all you have done to each and every one of us", Johanna made a gesture to the other six winners sitting behind her, „we decided that you deserved your own games."
I saw Peeta wanting to stand up from his seat but Katniss motioned for him stop. Reluctantly he sat down again, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe this was happening. He probably didnt want this, I thought. I wondered which of the winners voted for the games to take place a last time. Johanna I'm sure of. Haymitch? Probably. Peeta? Seeing his terrified expression, I dont think his is happy with this situation. Then my view glides to Katniss. She sits straight, her expression blank and looking forward directly into the crowd. Meanwhile Peeta let go of her hand, looking more or less disappointed with her. I watch her closely. She laid on her hands on her lap, pressing them tightly together, as if she were fighting some stress. But then i see it. As Johanna carries on her speech about why the first district deserves the last brutal hunger games a smile appears on Katniss' lips. Revenge, I think suddenly, as i remember all the things happening to her because of the Capitol. Revenge is what Katniss wants, for the death of her father, for the pain she and Peeta went through, and mostly for the death of her little sister. I had not only heard of this death. I was there. In the night disctrict 1 was stormed by the revolutioners. I was there when her sister died.
They had wanted to save, at least the children, from the attacks. Shoved them inside safer crush barriers to protect them. The places were so filled they didnt find room for me. I was so scared, crying because i couldn't find my parents. A peacekeeper had shuffled me and a few other children in the same situation together, trying to keep us safe. In that moment i saw the small silver parachutes sailing from the sky right into the room that was shielded from the barriers. I had envied the children that had found safe room there. Until there was an explosion. Brilliant lights had filled my vision, braking the barriers of the safe zone. Bits and pieces of the flew through the air, scattering everywhere. I had looked around panicked, hearing cries of pain filling the night. Everything was so loud. A few recruits from District 13 had stormed to help the groaning mass of burned and hurt children. Suddenly another crackling bolt followed. It was the end of Katniss' sister that night. I didnt really think about the consequences for her life until now. My mother, as a reporter from the Capitol told me about it. She knew everything about the winners, about each of the hunger games. Commenting and placing bets, she never really felt into the tributes.
When the sound of Johannas voice filled the square infront of the most beautiful buildings of the Capitol again, i woke from my memory.
AN: This is no good end to the chapter, i know. But there will be more. Please review :)