DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters or Silent Hill. This is a simple fanfiction. I'd been writing with my friend Peeta-so all from his POV are his writing. It has all of our love-able characters with a twist. Based on the Silent Hill Homecoming Game. We hope you enjoy our interesting crossover. And may the odds, be ever in our favor. ::
For reasons I was yet unsure, I feared confrontation. There was no reason for these two boys that had never before interacted to get into an altercation-and yet I felt like the cause of it. Eyes narrowing on Gale as his condescending tone took on it's usual turn. It seemed like every other thing Gale said-was a dismissial. But who the hell was he to dismiss my company. I watched Peeta go, the frown capturing my pouted lips. I gave him a sad nod, not because I wanted him to go. But because Gale needed to be put in his place. As soon as the mayor's boy was out of earshot I stood. "What the hell Gale?"
He gave me an incrediluous look. "What? I just saved you. Why do you even want to go with him? I'll bet all he wants-" He started, but I interrupted him. "Was to have a nice night with a friend. Who are you to tell me who I can spend time with?" I didn't know this fury-never felt it before. At least not with him. Peeta leaving struck a chord I didn't know existed. Gale took me by the arm, pulling me to him. I wasn't sure if he was attacking me until I saw his eyes flutter. Oh no. Never, in a million years did I ever think someone would try to kiss me. Much less Gale of all people. I didn't know what to do, eyes searching frantic for an escape. Did I even want to kiss Gale? No, not like this. Not when he is being a jerk, not after he'd upset Peeta.
With no help coming, I did the only thing that came natural to me-I hit him. Pulled my hand back and slapped him hard across the face. The slap stung, the sound echoing until everyone in Solar was looking at the strange interaction. Gale touched his cheek, giving me a horrifed look. "How dare you. Insult me then try to ki-kiss me. I will be going to the dance. But not with you." And with that, I left. My stomach growled, pleading with me not to leave the fries behind-but there was no dignitiy in turning back now. Cato and Clove were whispering, and Gale just stood there. Eyes boring into my back as I stormed out of the building. The air refreshing, and a new haven.
I took a deep breath, and turned to head home before I saw Peeta's Chevy still parked outside the Grill. So he hadn't left yet? Di-did he see that whole ordeal? Pulling myself together, I walked over and knocked on the window. "Sorry about that. Any chance you might want to ride me home?" I winced, at the poor choice of wording. The rose color riding in my cheeks as I ducked my head. "I mean, give me a ride home?"
I only closed off from the world for a few minutes, and when I opened them to her voice, panic struck. I composed my surprised expression and nodded for Katniss to enter my car. "Sure.", was all I could blurt. This was too unrealistic to even disregard. And was it creepy that I knew where she lived? My excuse was completely justified. Mother would always drag me along the entire town. Whether if it was for business or just to show me around, I was her tag along. At times, I wished to have a little brother or sister but, as always, getting what I wanted was too ridiculous.
My thoughts distracted me from the strange silence in the car. I have never even received a simple hello from this girl, and now, she was sitting beside me nonchallantly. I had no other words to say. Greetings were out the window and I found myself choking on the syllables I sputtered. God, I was a mess. Kat's house came up before I could fully process her company. I felt wrong and developed a sick feeling in my stomach. Pulling up, I cherished the last seconds of her presence and gave her a shy smile. "Umm. Thanks for saying yes. I know it's a little weird since we have never talked to each other since now, but..." My mind was running empty on things to say. "But thanks. It means alot."
I was able to breathe again once she left. My thoughts became organized once again. How could someone do this to me? It felt astronomical. Too much to shrug off. No, something like this felt everlasting. My love for Katniss Everdeen grew in each waking moment. I needed to start making new friends. Being a loner would have affected me mentally in the future years. All thoughts of Katniss had to be ceased down for a while. Ceased down to a small degree at least. It became difficult to see while I was driving. Time flied by while I was in wonderland I supposed. The drive home was quiet and no one was there to share it with me once again.
Never had my pillow felt more like a cloud when I plopped my face on it that night. The feel of my phone vibrating made me groan into the fluffy piece of heaven. I struggled squeezing my hand inside my pocket and yanking it out. The smallest hope for the call to be from Katniss came to mind and I shot my head up only to be disappointed by my caller ID. "What is it Clove?" I said through gritted teeth. I had had enough nonsense from her for one week. "Oh my god Peeta are you busy? I have to tell you about what happened at the Solar." I propped myself up with one elbow and laid on my back. " About what?" The headache I had was increasing just by her shrill voice. "Well when you left, Gale and Cat piss had a smooch fest. It was really gross, I can't believe you would want to take someone like her to the Founder's Day party." I hung up and massaged my temples. Though, I should not have believed a word that came out of Clove's mouth, I did. The ride Kat asked for was nothing special at all. At least in her mind. Who was I to assume? That was probably another reason why Gale acted like a dick. Yep. I screwed up big time.
The car ride was awkward to say the least. It seemed almost like he'd been upset about something. Should I have not asked for a ride? By the time we'd reached my house I could breathe. Prim sitting on the front porch with an ice cream cone, watching in awe. I looked to Peeta and gave him a small wave. Waving? Seriously? Good move Katniss. Mentally scolding myself as my younger sister came running to my side. "Was that Peeta? Eeep he is so handsome. Tell me what happened!" She looked up at me with expectant blue eyes-desperate for answers I didn't have. Frankly, I had no idea what happened in the last two hours. Everything just seemed so chaotic. "Lets go in, I'll make dinner." The younger girl groaned as I ushered her in.
It was no real surprise where Mom sat, in front by the window. Watching a world that went on without her. Lately she was a little more active, muttering a word that was too low for either of us to hear. While Prim would get excited-I only grew more angry. I wanted to knock her out of that stupid rocking chair. In fact, I wanted to know her out of her stupid catatonic state. She'd failed me-failed Prim. And for that I would never forgive her. My eyes narrowed on the woman who didn't so much as look at me.
By the time I'd cleaned up dinner, the exhaustion was seeping in. As much as I tried to fight it-my mind kept traveling back to Peeta. To the whole weirdness at the diner and the awkward car ride home. Had I ruined it? Did he no longer wish to take me? My hand lingered over the phone but I fought against it. I had no right calling the Mayor's Boy. So instead, I changed into my pajama's. Shorts and a tight fitting tank, though it still wasn't a relief to the warm nights near the lake. Curling in on myself, I rendered as silent surrender to sleep.
You dream about this day, almost your entire life. How it will be, how you'll look. What color scheme you want and even your fairytale dress. But how often do we dream about the groom? The man we are supposed to spend the rest of our lives with-who is meant to love us forever. As I paced just outside the church doors, I felt anything but butterflies. Something was wrong, and I felt alone. Though I looked stunning, hair pulled back in a simple bun. A diamond cut tiara crowning the chesnut curls. And a dress that flowed like the river. Over the top, that was it. This was all over the top. The large doors opened, granting me access to inside. I reached for my father's hand-only to realize he wouldn't be giving me away. At a time I should have been happy, I missed him.
The music started up, slow soft melody, though I didn't see the piano. The church was decked in white, so much white it was blinding. The groom was a tiny spec of black at the far end of the isle. The seats were filled with both my classmates and horribly distorted monsters. I froze, immediately panicked. Yet they didn't try to harm us, sitting side by side with the living. No one else felt this was odd, Prim who stood as maid of honor waved me over encouragingly. And so I let my feet carry me to what would be the rest of my life. Gale stood handsome in a fitted tux, eyes fixated on me. My heart swelled, and I tasted the surprise of his face. Who else could it be? But just as I reached the altar, a hand smacked down on Gale's shoulder-hard enough it echoed through the halls. Peeta gave him a confused look before stepping in front of him. Taking place as groom, and now I was just confused. The men started to shout at one another, and I feared a full on fight. Then, I felt someone move behind me. While I turned to see who had such bad timing, the knife dug deep into my stomach. My eyes locked with Clove's, the strange mix of adoration and hatred in those icy blue eyes. Then, I fell. All hell breaking loose.
The monsters in the seats turned, attacking and eating everyone. Peeta and Gale jumping on Clove, but I was losing myself. Someone had caught me, gentle hands brushing the hair from my face. The sweet voice soothing me as the shock started to wear off-and the pain replaced it. My vision though fuzzy, adjusted on Prim. Cradling me to her, my blood staining my dress and her hands while she put pressure on the wound. "Just decide Katniss." She said firmly, catching me off guard. What the hell was she talking about? I didn't get to answer her though, because then Peeta came into view. Reaching for me and pleading with me to hold on. A monster just behind him, bit hard into his neck. I woke up in a screeching terror. What did Prim mean, by making a choice? I shook with terror and the dream. Checking myself for stab wounds.
As the initial panic subsided, my ears adjusted to the sounds. At first I'd been certain it was a lingering part of the dream. But as I stilled myself, the sound was more prominet. The window, something was at the window. I jumped up, half crouching over my sister who'd snuck into the bed with me. She slept through anything and barely felt me move. The window felt a long ways a way before I finally reached it. Pushing up the sill and peeking my head out. "Pe-peeta?"
