I do not own the Hunger Games. I barely own Ava and Chrone and this story. Ava: Thanks Tessa! Chrone: Thanks Cat-boy! Story: Thanks Tessa, Cat-boy, and SHAINAB! So I felt bad and I was very annoyed by my friends at school. So Tessa (Tessagl), Jordan (Jojokimi1), Caitlin (caitbragg), and Vikram (real life Chrone and pain in my butt) I hope your happy!


"Just kill me already!" he screamed. My hands reacted without my brain's approval. I released the bows tight string, letting the arrow fly, fly right into his chest.

"PEETA!" I screamed, waking up. It was just a dream, just a dream. I repeated these words over and over in my head. It had been 2 months since I killed Peeta, and my gut wouldn't let it go. I needed to get out of this stupid Victor Village house. So that's what I did. I kissed Prim's forehead, slapped on some clothes, pulled on my boots, and walked out the front door.

Where to, Katniss, where to... I thought. I looked at the other houses. Only one other was occupied 24/7. And it was by my awfle "mentor" Haymich Abernathy. I wrinkled my noose when I walked past his house. Looking around I noticed lights flooding one of the houses. It was the one all the way at the end. Odd. No one lives there. I thought, walking very slowly over to the windows. They were bolted shut. So I walked over to the door and jiggled the handle. It wouldn't budge. So I did the only thing to get into the house. I broke a window.

Even with my hands bloody, I made my way in. The light was very bright and beautiful. The faint sound of music came from the room that the light was coming from. I opened the door to find some weird person with his back towards me. "Hello Katniss. Lovely name by the way. I bet you are as stealthy as your name. Not the root, but the cat." said the figure.

"How do you know me?" I asked trying to get a better look at him.

"I make it my business to keep tabs on all things cat related. Your name has the word "cat" in it. Get the picture?" he asked, turning around to face me. I finally got a good look at his face. He looked about 45, had the look of many years in Hell. "Names Chrone." he stuck out his hand, but as soon as his hand got anywhere near mine, it started to shimmer.

"Um are you from District One?" I asked.

"No."

"Who would name their child Chrone?" I asked.

"A person who's life was about to leave." Chrone said.

"Well Chrone, what District are you from?" I asked.

"None." he said, his eyes lighting up like he had just said something really clever. "I'm not from here."

"Then...how? Everywhere else on Earth was blown to shreds. We made this place out of ashes." I said, stunned.

"Pfft. Like I didn't know that. This house is built right on top of where mine used to be." he said.

"What?"

"Sweetheart, in case your as slow as that idiot who you killed, then I will say this once. I. Am. Dead." he said matter of factly. I stood there, stunned. "So I'm gonna be checking up on you till that buffoon can come and check on you. Oh and listen to the song. It, it helps calm your mind." he said slowly fading.

"Chrone? Chrone! CHRONE! Come back!" I yelled, only to be shaken awake. I guess I never left in the first place.

"First your screaming Peeta's name, but now some guy named Chrone? Sis you need help." said Prim worriedly. I rolled my eyes and fell back asleep, hoping to see Chrone again.

The next morning, I was walking around when I saw a little girl poking her head out of a bush. She had big blue eyes and long, curly, blond hair. With a painstaking reminder of Peeta I looked away, but she came closer. "Hi." she said in a very quiet voice, and I was immediately over come with a sense to listen to her. "Hello." I nodded smiling. "What's your name?"

"Ava. Ava Mockingjay."


What do you think? Its ok if you say it sucks. I think it does, well this is off of sheer will power because I'm having an awfle case of writers block. Just be nice!

~tcheshire