Untitled AUHGFF
'Here again?' Peeta thought to himself, as he stared at the odd woman on stage.
He saw this place, this crowd, this woman every night. He saw her painted lips moving at the microphone but couldn't hear her. Cameras were surrounding the crowd at all angles and a massive screen stood onstage, playing some strange footage. He glanced around; he didn't know any of these people...Oh! There, behind him, he saw his brothers standing in different groups. Why did they look so worried?...
There was a commotion to his right. His heart started pounding when his gaze rested on the girl in the middle of the foray. She was forcing herself between men in white uniforms. She was screaming but there was still no noise. How anyone could terrorize someone so beautiful was beyond Peeta's imaginings.
Finally the uniformed men parted and let the girl pass them. Peeta watched her walk toward the stage; she held her head high, the crowd kissed three fingers on their left hands and turned them toward her. Peeta followed suit even without knowing why, or what it meant. He just knew that he saw hope on the girl's face and wanted to be a part of it.
Looking at her face, knowledge suddenly swept over him. He knew every nuance of her expressions. He wasn't sure how but he knew that through her show of bravado, through the hope, the girl -no, HIS girl!- was terrified. Confusion muddled his mind, until he realized everyone was staring at him. They all looked at him with pity and relief.
He looked to his brothers who were wide-eyed with surprise. Peeta watched the surprise fade to fear and...sadness? What?
Peeta glanced at the screen. It showed his confused face as he glanced around.
"Oh!" He had said it out loud, he was sure, but he heard nothing. "It must be my turn to go up there," he realized. Panic and fright flooded his system, though he had no idea why he was scared. He took a step to join his girl on the stage in front of a crowd of thousands.
Peeta jerked awake, sweat covered his body, His blonde hair was dark with it and his heart slammed in his chest from the terror still coursing through him.
"What a dream," he said to himself.
His voice seemed far too loud.