Chapter two: The Train Ride
Peeta's POV:
"Don't worry Katniss; I'll do anything I can to keep her safe"
She has no idea what the real message behind that means. She just thinks I'll protect her sister. Because I'm nice. Because I gave her the bread. But the connection runs much deeper than that. It has nothing to do with Prim. Believe me, I have nothing against her, if I did I wouldn't promise to risk my life to save her, it's just it's not about me keeping Prim alive. It's about making Katniss happy, making her like me, making her love me, because I love her. I have ever since I laid eyes on her. She had those beautiful seam eyes, you know? That perfect grey colour. The colour that doesn't make her look dull and dead, but the exact opposite, alive and bubbly. And if there is one sure fire way to make her fall in love with me, it's to make sure Prim comes home.
I am escorted to the train station, where the vultures, I mean camera crew, are waiting. Waiting to see my face so they can broadcast it all over the news, "Hey look everyone! This kid is about to be murdered! Yay!" Yep, that seems about right, the Capitol people buying into the cruelty that is the Hunger Games... and enjoying it. But then I tell myself "No! Cut it out! If you want to save Prim and yourself, you can't have any doubts, you have to go into that arena confident. Assure yourself that you WILL make it home." And if I think that, then maybe, just maybe, I really can make it home alive.
Prim's POV:
My hour for goodbyes is up and I am escorted to the train station, where I will begin my one way trip to the capitol. I'm not sure how long it will take to get there, but since training is a week long and the games start in two, I'm guessing it takes about a week to get there. Hmm... maybe Panem is bigger than I thought.
The car pulls up to the station and I am led inside, where at least one hundred people are waiting, armed with cameras, microphones and other objects that I'm not really sure what they are. Then I realize why they must be there. Because of me, because of him, because of the tributes. The train stations in the other districts must be just as busy as ours right now. Huh, that's different, the train stations being busy. No one is allowed to leave the districts, the only reason we have the stations are so the capitol can deliver supplies and such, so it's odd for them to be busy. But I guess it's like that once every year, the day of the reaping, when all the camera teams are here to broadcast us leaving our district, and for 23 of us, it will be the last time.
A chill runs through my spine at this thought, because it's true, this could and probably will be the last time I see district 12, not that it's a gorgeous thing to look at, but still anything is nicer to look at then an arena full of corpses. I tell myself to stop thinking like that, it's disgusting, and there is no way I am going to give up that easily. I can't. I have to be able to help mother with the ill and injured. I have to give buttercup love and attention. Katniss is going to feed him, but it's not enough, he needs love and support, and that's my job. But most importantly I need to come home for Katniss, I can't leave her with mother, who is ill, all alone, she needs someone to talk to. And that's why I am determined to come home. But determination won't be enough. I will need to train, I mean really train, which includes hunting, killing and any other form of combat which I hate, but if it means making it home, I'll do whatever it takes.
