Here's the next chapter! Enjoy! I do not own Mockingjay, any direct quotes will be in italics.
Ch. 2
My hands tremble as I'm left alone in the room. They had just fed me, one roll; I know somehow it is the only food I will get today. I try not to listen to the news up ahead, that acts as if nothing is wrong. As if my whole life is not being ruined. As if people are not out there fighting for their lives.
I'm forced to watch the footage of District Twelve being bombed almost everyday, and it was only a week ago that they had shown me the bakery. They had the footage all along, and I'm not sure why they didn't show me earlier. I'm guessing if they have something to torture me with then it's good, to them at least; and that they should hold it back for a while until they know it will hit me the hardest.
Everything is fine at the beginning of the tape, sunny and almost peaceful, which is the way it was on most District Twelve mornings. I see Rhys walk out side with his fiancé and she kisses him quickly and walks away. Then he goes back in, and that's when everything begins. They don't give me the mercy of turning the sound off, like they did before they made me watch this one.
I hear the first boom, the first scream, the first cry, the first person running. My family stay obliviously inside, I know they're all in there. Probably watching me on the small screen that was in the bakery. Then I see it, the bomb that ended my family. The bomb that took away the people who had been with me my whole entire life.
I started sobbing the first time I saw it. They racked through my body like nothing has ever done before, but throughout the week they have been feeding me less and letting me sleep less and I no longer have the energy to cry like that. So now, when they show me, usually early in the morning to remind me this isn't just a nightmare, the tears fall silently from my eyes.
That's when they come in, whips in one hand, needles in the other, ready for another day of torturing me. Torturing a boy who knew absolutely nothing. They told me it was because my call for cease-fire wasn't enough. President Snow told me, on his weekly horrible visits with me that I would interview again. I had asked if he knew how Katniss was, he had shaken his head and laughed.
"Don't you know Peeta Mellark? I don't give my information out to just anyone." He had left the room before I had gotten the power in me to spit at him. That was yesterday, though it seemed like years. Seconds seemed like minutes here and minutes felt like years. Time slowed when pain and torture was involved. I didn't like that fact one bit.
"In other news!" The bright lady that told the news every afternoon was way too happy to know anything about what is going on in here or even out in the other Districts. I know they are beginning to fight, way deep down in my bones I'm sure of it, and I feel a pride for them. A knot tightens in my stomach as I realize I must tell them to stop. But if there is one thing I know about the fighters in the Districts is that they don't give up, especially not Katniss Everdeen.
And that's when the screen blacks out and then fuzz that comes along with a loud fuzzy noise and I think that maybe this is a new way of torturing me. Then I rethink it, realizing that this was not harsh enough torture. Somewhere, deep inside my broken brain something clicks. The newscast did not go out on purpose, something was wrong.
And that's when it begins a fire coming out of a black screen, burning across it as if it were scavenging across a dry and barren land. Then I see the Mockingjay, bright and burning it brings tears to my tired eyes. I was not supposed to be seeing this, but I was glad somebody was slacking on his or her job.
"Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, burns on." Somewhere deep inside my head I remember Caesar Flickerman saying that while watching the reruns of the opening ceremonies this year. But this wasn't a product of the Capitol, wherever Katniss was, be it District Thirteen as Snow said she was, or a broken down shack in the middle of nowhere, where ever she was, they had just hacked onto the Capitol television.
A small laugh escapes my throat, surely something I'll be punished for later, happiness was not allowed in the dark and hollow room. I knew that and truthfully I did not feel happy, but I felt a sense of accomplishment for the people that were smart enough to broadcast this nation wide.
Then I see her, her face dirty and sweaty and a fire burning bright behind her, it takes me a while to realize that the fire burns a Capitol aircraft. She is a sight for sore eyes and even though I know the TV screen is too far away to touch and that a restraint was slapped onto my wrist I still try and touch her face.
"I want to tell the rebels that I am alive." She says, her voice unwavering and strong, just the way I remember rebels, not the Capitol or the traitors or even me, because she knew that we already knew, but the rebels whom did not have the knowledge of President Snow, had no idea whether their speck of hope lived on. Well, not until now. "I'm right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed, men, women, and children. There will be no survivors." And as the TV cuts to the giant hospital that Katniss talked about cave in on itself. As onlookers fall to the ground in stricken grief, my TV goes black.
I don't feel the electric shock they send through me. I only know it happens because my body screams at me in agony. But my brain pushes that aside as I try to hold onto that last image of Katniss and hears Snow's threats.
Make them stop or she will be dead.
My mind falls unconscious; they probably hope that in the morning I will forget I ever saw that. Because they know truthfully, how was I supposed to make a country stop fighting when I had a hatred for the Capitol as much as the rebels do themselves? They know I am a rebel and they can only hope that making me blind to everything out there can change it.
I hope you liked it! If you are new to my fanfics, it usually does not take me a whole week to update, I have just been taking a break. The break has been very nice and don't expect me to be any better this week than I was last. Breaks are needed, that's all I have to say! There seems to have been some confusion and a couple people have asked now, but I am a girl. Sorry if you couldn't tell before! Don't forget to REVIEW on the way out! Thanks! ~boywithbreadlover