THIS CHAPTER HAS EARNED AN M RATING.
Thanks to my lone reviewer! It's really amazing *sarcasm* that 109 people have viewed this story and I've only gotten 1 review.
To slytherinsectumsempra- Thanks for your review, I'm glad you like the unexpected. There's more 'unexpected' to come. I think my whole portrayal of the Games and their relationship will rock everybody to the core.
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Also: like before this story has taken on a life of its own. Gale has taken on a life of his own and I've got to say that I'm not a guy, I don't know what it's like to be a hormonal, sex driven boy, but Gale sure does… what I mean is that the last part of this chapter… well…. It needs a disclaimer of its own, maybe an 'M' Rating. Be forewarned, its not as you would expect reading a NORMAL fanfic. I've got to say though, this one is anything but normal.
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Saying goodbye was what I always imagined it to be, lying awake the night before reaping day counting the cracks in the ceiling.
The procession of visitors ran exactly how I thought it was, first my family, Rory attempting to stay strong, already stepping into my shoes, Vick hidden behind Rory until he breaks down and I scoop him up into my arms, little Posy ran straight at me climbing up me and clutching me for dear life and my mom just stood in the back silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Hugs and kisses, promises that I'll do my very best to come home, a quick whisper to Rory to help Katniss and do whatever it takes to get her to teach him to hunt. I was going to start taking him out anyway.
My mother hugs me the tightest of them all, murmuring things like 'my baby boy' and 'I love you.' Over and over again until the peacekeepers burst through the door and yank my family away from me.
As soon as the door shuts I can hear my mom screaming and in turn Posy begins to cry and I know for sure that Rory is clutching her tightly and allowing her to bawl against him. Soon the screaming dissipates and Katniss walks in.
She says nothing at first, just flies into my arms and hugs me tightly. She cries too. Not so silent tears retching through her.
"I'm so sorry." She begins.
"There's nothing you could have done about it." I say pulling away and wiping her tears away. "There is still something you can do for me though."
She looks up at me with red rimmed eyes and bites her bottom lip, her chin trembling.
"Anything."
"Rory," I start.
She holds up a hand quickly, "Already done, I'll take him with me in the morning."
"Good…Have you seen Madge yet?"
"Yes, she's ok." She replies.
"What about Peeta?" I ask, I want her to leave on a good note.
She blushes furiously and the peacekeepers once again burst through the door and yank her away. The door shuts behind her and a few quiet moments later Thom and Bristol walk in together.
Bristol immediately runs right into my arms and she cries on my shoulder. Thom comes up behind her and gathers both of us into a hug and the three of us, friends since we were toddlers stand there together, hugging like we've never done before, silent tears rolling down all three of our faces.
"I love you both," I say when Bristol has finally calmed down enough to pull away.
Unfortunately the instant she hears those words her face crumbles again and I quickly yank her back into my arms, letting her cry some more. Much more quickly than the first time she calms down enough to pull away from me and looks up at my face.
"We can't have you going out there looking like you've been crying," she says, wiping away the tears and using her hand to fan my face trying to relieve the redness from the tears.
When she's satisfied that I'm looking better she steps away and backs to the door. It's like she senses it's time to go because a moment later, the peacekeepers once again burst through the door and Bristol and Thom are both gone and nobody else is left.
I stand there in my room, looking around for the first time. It's plush and velvety, if I sat down on the couch I'd probably never get up and I couldn't do that. I had people to kill, I had a home to get back to. Then I remembered who my district partner was and my insides jumped into my throat and I dry heaved a little.
Going home meant her dying; her dying meant I'd never get a chance with her.
I was suddenly terrified, feeling the true absurdness of my situation, I was going into the Games to kill or be killed, and no matter what I did there could only be one victor. Only one of us could come out of it alive.
Suddenly, a feeling of cool bright light passed through me, making me gasp into the air and my body tightened up involuntarily and the feeling of pure joy and absolute resolution passed through me and I knew. Oh yes I knew.
I couldn't even articulate the truth to myself, but I knew that something amazing was going to happen, something so incredibly acute and revolutionary that it was going to change the world forever. The feeling passed through me quickly, spanning just a fraction of a second, but the moment it was over it was like my body was released by some divine power that was holding me, passing through me, giving me unadorned strength and empowering me.
Confident now, when the peacekeepers for the fourth time burst through the door to gather me to send me to the Games I rose without argument, straightened my shoulders and glanced over at them, smirking and saw myself out the door.
Meeting up with Madge in the hallway I nodded to her, acknowledging her quickly then led the way to the car.
Effie chattered on and on about… something, I wasn't really listening and I just sat there and watched Madge as the car began to move.
She didn't look scared, she looked as confident as I felt. She glanced over at me and met my eyes, offered me a quick and knowing wink and
smacked Effie's hand away when she tried to straighten out Madge's ponytail.
I chuckle to myself as Madge smiles victoriously and Effie begins spouting off about how the Mayor's daughter should have better manners than that. Madge just rolls her eyes and turns away looking out the window and I follow suit, enjoying the last few coal dust covered parts of District 12 before I didn't see it again.
Soon we're at the train station and Madge and I silently agree to milk it for all its worth and stand on the platform and wave and smile and let the reporters take pictures of us. Haymitch has already found his way aboard the train and comes to collect us, coming up behind us, tossing an arm over each of us, a cigar in one hand, a bottle of white liquor in the other, shouts 'no more questions' and steers us to the train depositing us inside and the door shuts quickly behind us.
I stand in the expansive and very impressive room and Effie starts talking.
"Welcome welcome! The two of you are absolutely beautiful! Your stylists will have an easy time with you, now let me show you to your rooms, dinner will be soon so you have to get washed up!"
She says and the clicking of her heels penetrate loudly through my skull as she walks down the marble floor hall way and Madge silently follows.
"Madge, this is your room," she stops in front of a door and pushes it open, Madge instantly walks inside and slams the door shut behind her.
"How rude," Effie proclaims, then shrugs it off and shows me to my room. "And this is yours Gale, get cleaned up, I hope you're hungry!"
I nod at her thanking her and go into my room and close the door behind me. I stand there, wondering what to do first. I stood against the wall for a few moments until I heard the shower turn on in the room next door, Madge's room.
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My imagination instantly went to a dirty place and all I could think of us Madge, standing naked in the shower, surrounded by steam and slippery wet and… I felt my pants become tighter and I knew I had two options. One, take a cold shower and hope that my embarrassing bulge went away, or two, take a hot shower, and ensure that it went away.
I decided on the latter and stripped out of my clothes quickly tossing them on the floor and turn the shower on and while I let it heat up I stood in front of the mirror, and let my mind wander to the best place in the world, the shower next door.
Soon I was ready to go, as was the water, and I stepped inside.
My mind instantly goes back to its dirty place, and I imagine pressing Madge against the wall of this overly hot, wet shower and I begin to stroke myself, gently at first, then when the taste of her lips and the feel of her breasts rock me I move with more vigil, placing one hand up high, supporting myself against the wall as I groan and moan, gasp when I feel I'm on the verge and when her face flashes into my mind and she's flushed, wet hair mussed and her body slippery and wet I explode, and I feel myself groan loudly, a feeling of utter release shakes me and I feel like heaven.
I allow myself to come down slowly, stroking myself slower than before, working it until it's completely over and then proceed to wash myself.
Stepping out of the shower, satisfied, empty and confident, I dry off quickly and am just pulling on my boxers when there's a soft knock on the door.
I open the door to find Madge, dressed in a tight pair of shorts and a simple tank top, and she stares at me, dressed only in a pair of boxers, still damp from my shower and I feel like my efforts in the shower are wasted.
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"You need something Madge?" I ask, moving to the dresser and pulling out the first pair of pants I see, pulling them on as she stares.
"Huh?" is her first response, then she shakes her head wildly pulling herself out of her daze and blushes beautifully.
I quite enjoy that she's staring so hard, and as I button the jeans low around my hips I turn to her, facing her head on and let her eyes do a once over across my chest, down my rock hard chiseled stomach and down lower, and she turns about three shades redder than she already was.
"Did you need something Madge?" I ask again.
"Yes. Actually, you need to stop distracting me though," she replies, trying to avert her eyes.
"How am I distracting you?" I ask mischievously, stepping closer to her, too close, I can feel her breath against my chest.
"You know how you evil boy!" she snaps then yanks away. "We need to talk, like actually talk, so you need to at least put a shirt on."
"Only if you take yours off." Is my bold reply, I step closer to her still.
She looks up at me and snarls, "Gale this is serious."
"ok, sorry, what did you need to talk about." I step away from her, going to the dresser once again to grab a shirt while she makes her way to my bed and perches on the edge. I sit down next to her after pulling on the softest cotton shirt I've ever felt and she leans in close to me, whispers into my ear as she clutches my shoulders.
"I'm sure you know by now that I was picked on purpose. You weren't by the way, but I was. It's punishment for my father." She begins.
"Why would they be punishing your dad?" I ask her quietly.
"He's been working on a rebellion for years, the Capitol officials investigating my dad are idiots though and they don't know that this is the best thing they could have done to help the rebellion along. You see, my father has been working with District 13 to stop the Hunger Games, but it has to be a massive rebellious act from within the Games, nothing else will suffice. Anyway, I've been training since I was little so when we found out that I would be chosen for the reaping this year, we put our plan into action. As long as we both do exactly as we're told… we're both going to get out of the Games alive." She finishes her speech and looks at me expectantly.
I stare at her in awe.
