PROLOGUE
Sea Green
The first time they met, it was in the most...unconventional way.
She had been fourteen, waking up to...a banging. A repetitive, constant beat, creak and it grew faster and faster and faster - and then it stopped.
Marcella opened her eyes, mumbling as she threw her legs over her bed. Her head was slightly spinning and she had to squeeze her eyes shut before she finally brought herself to stand up. There was no longer the sound, but it was replaced by long breaths and sighs. Then there was the sound of stumbling feet. Someone was getting up, she realized. She walked down the cold, marble floors, her hands tracing the metal walls as the corridor opened up to the overly-grand living room.
There was someone leaving. Someone with haunted eyes, someone with a look of death in his face and disgust in the set of his mouth. Someone with sea green eyes, and he was simply staring at her.
She recognized that face, but she could not quite place it.
As she opened her mouth, she heard a step behind her. She turned around to see her mother, the white make up smeared on her face - strange, Marcella thought, usually her mother would clean her face of it before she went to bed - and her long, glittering eyelashes slightly misplaced. Her violet lipstick was smudged, and her eyes were slightly red as if she had kept on the very same purple contacts for much too long. But she was smiling, and her face was flushed. She looked happy. "Mom?" Marcella mumbled, tired.
"Go back to bed sweetie," her mother cooed, smiling. She walked past her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's all fine here."
"But who's he?" Marcella asked, waking up slowly. The boy in front of her looked, physically, to be no more than several years old but the expression on his face was beyond her fourteen years of age. He had a mess of bronze hair, and those eyes - they were so familiar, but she could not place it - made him look boyish and, well, handsome.
And then Marcella began to really wake up. Her stomach curled.
My mother...and...him?
She wanted to vomit. The boy looked like he wanted to rip off his skin.
Hello readers! My first ever Hunger Games fic, but I had been reading it since seventh grade and yet...I never thought about writing FF until now. But with the release of Catching Fire, my love just came back entirely so here I am! This is a test run, but I do have a plot playing around in my head.
I've noticed a lot of stories being about life in the districts...and...well, why not explore life in Capitol?
Thank you for reading, and reviews would be lovely :)
And of course, the wonderful characters belong to Suzanne Collins, and not me, with the exception of OC.