AVOX
Welcome to a oneshot world of Avoxes. Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Haymitch- the whole gang. If you don't believe in Mockingjay ending badly, then don't read any further. This story reeks of depression and defeat, so stop if you feel sick. All credit goes to Suzanne Collins for writing The Hunger Games.
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KATNISS POV
With my eyes, I speak all the words I will never be able to say. Peeta and I stare hard at each other from across the room. If I could, I would shout and scream and yell. If I knew how much I valued my voice before, I may have been more determined to make things end differently. We only stop our gazes with blinks, until one of President Snow's guests orders him to refill her wine glass. Another guest orders me to do the same, adding that he's always wanted the Mockingjay to serve him. I resist the urge to smash the bottle in his ugly face.
I see Gale pushing a cart full of dessert dishes into the room. The sparkling silver china reminds me of the day I stormed this same mansion, demanding to see Snow. The dazzling chandeliers and brightly waxed floors blinded me. I had been used to the blunt outdoors for years. With my posse covering my back, I felt as though we were going to win the rebellion. I felt like I was on top of the world, and able to destroy any enemy. Any enemy except President Snow.
What actually happened when we stormed the residence was armed guards taking us into custody, then taking us each into separate rooms with a metal table in the center and lots of pointed knives. We each got to have our tongues removed from the mid-throat and up, without the joy of any type of sedation. I'm still surprised none of us died from the immense pain. The thing that hurt me more at that time, though, was the fact that all of my closest friends and family were going through the exact same thing, and I could do nothing to help them.
My mind snaps back to reality when I see an elegantly dressed Capitol woman commanding me to refill her water glass. I obey like a broken puppy. My life will now consist of me snapping back to reality to refill glasses of water. If I weren't so defeated, I would focus on pitying myself, not others. I now understand the redheaded Avox girl who was one of my servants during my first Hunger Games. How she wanted to say so much, but had to live with the fact that she never could.
My eyes dart around the table, scanning the crowd of happy Capitol nobles. They are all here to celebrate the end of the rebellion, with the main stars as Avoxes. What an exciting night this has been.
Prim walks into the room, looking as small as ever, pushing a cart of high-grade alcohol. What makes me want to laugh and cry is the sight of Haymitch standing next to her, serving the guests the liquor he will never again taste. Not that he could taste it if we were fed better than we were. Which is through tubes into our stomachs. You'd think that the Capitol wouldn't bother so much with its Avoxes, but it loves putting on the weak ones for show. If they can embarrass us daily, they can show Panem how powerful they are.
"Oh, servant, over here," says President Snow. He looks at me expectantly, and I glare at him hard, not caring what else he might do to me or my family. "This turkey's a bit dry- what do you think? Oh, sorry." I want to kill him. Cut off his tongue and his arms and legs and watch him die. "Anyways, refill my wine glass. You know, you have a lot to learn about serving others. But don't worry, you and your friends have plenty of time to do that. Plenty of time," he adds, putting emphasis on the "plenty." I do as I am told.
I try not to feel too down about the fact that I missed his empty wine glass. After all, I have plenty of time to learn.
END