Chapter Two: Living the Life
Katniss returned to her home on Victor's Row infinitely less happy. Herald had dropped hints that there was some unrest in Panem, as if that meant anything to her. Katniss could care less about whether or not the country was run by Snow or by a chipmunk wearing overalls. She wanted to feed her family and keep them safe. The rest of the world could run itself.
She found her mentor, Haymitch passed out in his lounge. He had been helpful during her time in the Capital, advising her when she needed advice. When the situation got out of control, he addressed President Snow himself in order to send her aid.
But now her hero was passed out drunk. She dumped cold water on him, "C'mon, let's go watch the quarter quell announcement."
If she had not been the one to dump the water, she could swear he was crying.
The announcement that champions would be re-entered into the games knocked her off her feet. She ran into an adjacent room and sobbed her eyes out. Katniss was aware that Haymitch was likely drinking as much as he could.
They were both going in. As the only living champions of District Twelve, she would be going in with a drunkard. He would be less help than the bread guy. Right now, the urge to talk to Gale almost overwhelmed her. She took a breath, and thought of what she could do for Peeta.
She would find his home, and swear that they would receive her aid after she won; again.
Chapter 2
I am having a rough day. Well, I landed in the trees above⦠wherever I am. Yay, I didn't die yet. I am not usually so pessimistic, but I am honest. Not dying in the first thirty seconds of something can be an incredible accomplishment, but there is no reason I ought to have accomplished this.
I mentioned earlier that my uniform was revamped. Well, one of the additions is a seven inch sheath which happens to hold one of the most impressive knives I have ever seen in my life.
I smile and cut myself loose. My feet hit the ground a second before a crate smacks me in the head. I taste dirt. Okay, so maybe Katniss is far more agile than me, but no box is going to take me out.
I am hot, sweaty, hurt, and fifty thousand light years from lost. The frustration in my system builds. So I punch the box in frustration. It snaps open giving me a very nice surprise.
It's not Katniss.
It is a bundle of equipment I can use. Knives, spears, hooks, frying pans, and assorted paints littered the ground. Okay, so today is looking up.
"Hey, kid, get with the program!"
I roll to my right behind a tree. There are three men behind me, all obviously warriors, and all well-armed.
"And what program is that?" It could not hurt to ask. It could to receive their answer though.
"Come with me if you want to live."
I do not have a great deal of options right now, so I followed. They introduced themselves. A woman named Shirt was first. She thought I was handsome. Yay me. Apparently everyone here was selected because they were awesome killers. This was not the life I expected to be living.
But I knew Katniss was alive, and that made it worth living.
A.N. Soooo... if you're lost... here's the deal; it's the plot to the second book, paired with the plot to the original 'Aliens.' Meanwhile, Peeta is in the movie, 'Predators'.
Now, there's a new rule, two reviews equals a new chapter. See, these chapters are two-parters, so I figure it's fair to ask for two reviews for an update. I'm looking at you, Predator-Chick.
If you have questions or comments, hit me up.
-Clever.
By the way, I would really appreciate you guys going to my youtube channel giving my "Katniss vs. Predator" video a big thumbs up. It took me a long time to make that!
