Patricia's POV
Right now I feel like no amount of aspirin in the world could stop the throbbing in my head, drinking last night was not a good idea, if only I could see that at the time, it's a struggle to sit up in bed, and what I become more aware of is the churning in my stomach, Piper was good enough to leave me some aspirin and a glass of water. I'd be lost without my twin.
It wounds me that I cannot nurse my hangover the way I would like to, a day in bed with an old movie and Eddie's arms around me. Instead I'm to be paraded around the Districts telling people how honoured I am to have been the cause of some of their tributes deaths, I haven't even been up an hour and already I can see exactly how this day will go, confetti and cheering on one hand, and booing and peacekeepers gunshots on the other. Growing up, I always loved the Idea that I'd be chosen as a tribute, of course then I was but a naïve child, being told stories of the noble Hunger Games by my parents, back then I dreamed of the Idea of Victory tours and the gleaming Golden crown that would rest upon my head after my victory, of course now, here I am at 16, with a Hunger games victory under my belt, an Idol and inspirational figure for many, and the Golden crown I dreamt so much of as a child now hidden away in the dusty old cabinet, and If I ever see that thing again, it will be too soon.
Each step I take down the stairs feel like an increased chance of my inevitable up chuck, I hear footsteps along the hallway, "Someone's here to see you" I can see the worried glint in Piper's eyes, telling me this visitor is no friend of mine.
"This way miss Williamson." One of the men dressed in black said, there were two of them, in a black suit and tie and a white shirt, I could tell they were official because of the golden Panem crest embroidered on their ties.
They Escort me to my study, and, to my shock, and my horror, President Snow is sitting at my desk.
"Leave." He says sternly, and the men leave abruptly, leaving me, looking like death warmed up, in a grey tracksuit with a bastard of a hangover, and the steely form of President Snow.
"President Snow." I say, shocked, he still doesn't turn around to face me,
"Miss Williamson." Now he turns around, he doesn't bother to hide his smirk of amusement when he sees the state of me, he could tell I got shit –faced last night and he's loving every minute of thinking he has the upper hand , "Did you know the best thing for a hangover is a banana?"
So now he's attempting sarcasm, great. "Yes, sir I did, may I say what an honour it is to be graced with y-"
"Spare me the fake gratitude, my darling, this will be a whole lot easier if we skip the part where we lie." His stern voice is back,
"Great, I'm glad we can both cut the crap." I say confidently,
"I have a problem Miss Williamson, and that problem began when you took those berries from Nina Martin's hand." I could see President Snow's jaw clenching underneath his white beard, "Katniss Everdeen tried the same stunt." He smiles, "Now, I'd hate to think that you'd be following in the footsteps of young Miss Everdeen." It almost sounded like a question,
"Is that who you see when you look at me, Katniss Everdeen?" I ask, KT once told me "Maybe you and Katniss aren't so different." It looks like she wasn't the only one who thinks so.
"Don't forget who you are Miss Williamson, who you were raised to be, you're a career, a born killer. The lust for blood should run deep within your veins, the joy of watching the light leave someone's eyes should consume your every waking moment, you, you careers are the pride of Panem. The Capitol isn't your enemy." His voice was cold as ice and as bitter as the bloody smell of his breath, "Some people, are convinced with your little love story, others are not, there are some Districts who believe you mean to start an uprising, is there any truth in these rumours?"
"I have no intention of starting an uprising." I reply, quick to answer.
"I need you to tame the Districts, I need you to convince them that this… charade between you and young Edison is real, convince them…..convince me."
"And what if I can't?" I ask, I knew I didn't really want to know the answer.
"If you can't, then I can promise you the outcome for you, and your family and loved ones will not be a good one." I lean back in my seat slightly, although I can't say Snow making threats suprises me, "So, now you know the severity of the consequences, do you think you can tame the Districts?" We both know there is only one answer if I want to protect my loved ones,
"Yes." I say, it was barely a whisper.
"Good." He says, he gets up and leaves, leaving me sitting there in a state of shock, Piper rushes in the moment Snow's foot's out of the house.
"What the hell was that about?" She asks worriedly,
"Snow said some of the Districts think I'm going to start an uprising." I reply, on the brink of tears, "He said If I don't convince the Districts that mine and Eddie's love story is real then he's going to have everyone I love killed." Piper's eyes widen, she holds me in her arms softly tells me everything's going to be fine,
"What are you going to do?" She asks,
"The only thing I can do, I'm going to have to marry Eddie."
AN: I know it's been forever since I updated and I'm so sorry ! I just wanted to take my time with this story and not make the same mistakes I did with the prequel, I know I don't deserve it but I'd love it if you reviewed coz Ilove hearin' y'alls feedback ! make my day perhaps ? (:
