Okay on my computer the chapter looks long but really it isn't so I'm sorry for the really short last chapter. I'll try to make this one longer. Don't hurt me if it doesn't come out good. Lol. Oh and I don't own the Hunger Games forgot to say that.
Katniss's POV
So I just found out Haymitch is leaving for a while… to the Capitol! I don't even know why he even left for the stupid place. Then again, we haven't been talking to him that much and he's not much of people person so it must get boring after a while. I'm just hoping this doesn't turn out bad.
Peeta and me are trying to make a loaf of bread since he tried to feed me some black rock. But I wouldn't mind. It reminded me of that day when Peeta handed me those two burnt loaves and we had full bellies that night. But here we are making fresh bread.
"Hey Katniss, can you get me the oven mitt?" I hear him ask. I must've been in a daze because he is staring at me with those blue eyes with one eyebrow raised.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure." I reach over to grab the mitt and hand it to Peeta. I watch him as he takes out the bread quickly, but carefully. Knowing me, I would've just dropped the thing on the floor and burnt myself while yelling something unintelligible.
" Well at least it's not burnt this time." I say referring to the last loaf. This makes him give a slight laugh but he seems to be somewhere else today, "Are you okay Peeta?"
"Huh, oh I'm fine why wouldn't I be." I don't believe him so I push forward.
"No you're not, there's something wrong." I have a gut feeling about it.
"No really, I'm fine Katniss." He persuades. I get up and walk over to him. I do the most unexpected thing. Kiss him. The last time I did this was in the cave of our first games to get him to drink some broth.
I pull away looking him in the eye, "Now what's the matter?" He pauses for a bit and looks down.
"Well, I can't help but think about Haymitch and that weird letter the Capitol sent him. I mean, what kind of letter just says to come to the Capitol for a week without explaining what there're going to do?" He has a point there, something doesn't seem right at all.
I push it aside and try to comfort him, "Peeta it'll be okay, he'll be back in a week and just go back to drinking." This makes him smile, but then frown again, "What?" What could he be thinking of now.
"When he came to the door, he didn't smell like liquor." Okay something isn't quit right about that man.
"Well that's odd…" I trail off trying to think about why he isn't drinking. Just then Peeta starts to talk to me.
"Earth to Katniss, the bread is getting cold." He waves his hand right in front of my vision. I snap back to reality and go over to eat with Peeta.
We eat in silence, stuffing ourselves with the bread. I didn't realize I was this hungry so I am more focused on the bread than anything. I look at Peeta who is a little calmer but I can tell he hasn't eaten breakfast either. When I'm done, my thoughts go back to what Peeta told me about today.
"Peeta?" I end up asking. He turns his attention to me as he walks to the sink.
"Yeah?" I think for a while trying to remember what I was going to ask. It's like my mind has turned to mush and doesn't want to function. Then I remember.
"Why wasn't Haymitch drinking."
He ponders for a while and scratches his head through, "I don't know really. I mean, I don't stalk him." I have to admit that makes me chuckle a bit. Besides the little joke he made, he goes back to frowning, "But he wasn't sarcastic that much and he seemed…depressed." I stop giggling.
"What do you mean, he's always sorta depressed." I say flatly.
"No I mean he seemed uneasy in a way." He says looking me dead in the eye. My mind goes back to that state it's been in for most of the day. First I'm thinking of why he wasn't drinking, I have only seen him go to Rippers once but came back empty handed. Something clicks in my head.
"I got it!" I exclaim which makes Peeta jump, water and soap flying everywhere.
"Gosh Katniss, don't do that! Now, got what?" He asks grabbing a towel and bending down to washing the floor.
"I get why he wasn't drinking." I exclaim. Peeta cocks an eyebrow and stops washing the floor in a circular motion. Good, I was getting dizzy.
"Why wasn't he drinking?"
"Ripper ran out of liquor a couple of days ago, I remember him coming out of the Hob empty handed." I say happy that I finally figured out why.
Peeta points out something else that I didn't think of, "That could also be why he is depressed. He's going through withdrawal." Peeta claps his hands together in realization. But I still don't feel like that's it. Partly mabey, but not quit.
"Wait wait wait." I say quickly. Peeta gives me one of those looks as if to say, what now? But for some reason, my attention turns to the calendar. I walk, slowly, over to it and look at the date. I'm taken back in shock for what was really bothering him. I feel the tears well up and I sense Peeta, coming up from behind me.
"What's wrong?" I point to the calendar with a shaky finger. He looks to it and his eyes go wide with dismay. I swear the Capitol has done this on purpose because today, is the day of the Reaping.
Haymitch's POV
The train stops finally and the first thing that happens is two Peacekeeper direct me to where my destination is. I walk away from the men in white and bring a scowl to my face.
"Some nerve these idiots have." I probably would've been turned into an avox for saying that but I don't care. I enter through the door and am greeted by yet two more Peacekeepers. But this time, they practically drag me through a hall.
"Let go off me!" I yell at them but they don't let go. I am soon taken to a hall with a medical bed in the middle, "What are you going to do, dissect me?"
"Let's hope." I hear the left Peacekeeper say. They throw me into the room and I see a man, in a purple cloak.
"Why hello there Mr. Albernathy." He turns around and am appalled. I recognize him. He's one of the Gamemakers.
"What do you want?" I snarl throwing all my hatred into the sentence but he just smiles wider.
"Oh, just some test. More like experimenting." He says slyly and pulls out some sort a vaccine, "Knock him out."
Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb (that's what I named them) enters the room, pounding their fists. I take in everything but it's too late. One of them raises their fist high and brings in down hitting my temple hard, but not hard enough to kill me. I hope. I try my hardest to stay conscious but I still end up hitting the floor with a thud. I lay on the ground, in pain, losing my internal battle. Blackness consumes me and the last thing I see is the Gamemaker pushing the needle through my skin.
Okay I hope that was a little lengthier cause I'm not really good at long chapters D: Tell me how you like it :D And thanks to booksandmusic97 for the support ;) lol Peace! Jk.
