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So this is the first chapter of my re-write and I'm extremely nervous because a lot of you guys loved the original story and I don't know how you guys are going to react to this one. It's like the first day of school all over again O.o . I really hope you guys like it! Please read and comment after!
The first time I saw her she was in a blue dress. It was tattered and dusted over in grey and black. As was her face and hands. Everyone was. It was District Twelve, this was how it was every year. They always looked filthy. They were always quiet and with their heads bowed and looked resigned to their fate. None never spoke out against what transpired the day of the Reaping.
So why was this girl running and screaming? Did I miss something? Who was she volunteering for? My girl tribute , Nerissa , would not stop groping me, while my boy tribute , Ondine , wouldn't stop asking question after question about everything and nothing all at the same time. So I left them to find quiet and peace in my room on the train. That's when I turned the Reaping on and caught the last bit of it, I would have to watch the whole thing later at the Tribute Center to understand everything. I was adrift in my thoughts when this pulled me from my musings.
I looked to the screen again and realized that there was a small child clinging to the girl in the blue dress. The desperation and anguish in her voice was heartbreaking. The girl in the blue dress looked to a boy in an older section across from her and he instantly came to her side to drag the young girl away from her. The boy looked just as everyone else in the crowd, shocked, upset, and once again resigned. She must be important to the community.
So again, why was she volunteering?
She slowly made her way to the stage. At first she was slack jawed and she looked surprised with what just happened just now also. When she made her way to the steps of the stage though she was stony and rigid. You couldn't tell much from her expression, but her eyes were set ablaze with emotions that were gone as soon as they appeared.
The brightly colored escort hadn't stopped yelling excitedly since the first few seconds of the whole debacle. She asks the girl what her name is and you can barely make out the," Katniss Everdeen" that the girl in the blue dress mutters out.
"Everdeen? So that was your sister you just volunteered for, wasn't it?" the escort chirps out. The only reply she gets is a glare that startles the bright pink lady. "Well, now on to the boys." As the pink lady wobbles over to the other large glass bowl the girl Katniss slams her eyes shut and you can barely see her lips moving. Like she's begging a higher being to do something. I wonder what she's asking for. I watch the fiery girl Katniss as the pink lady pulls a boys name and reads out,"Peeta Mellark!"
Katniss's eyes rip open and she looks even more tense than before. Her eyes scanned the crowd and her eyes caught on the boy that had taken her sister from her legs. He looks like he's about to speak out but doesn't after Katniss barely shook her head. It seemed that they had silent conversation before he finally nodded and dropped to his knee beside a small boy next to him that seemed like a small copy of himself. Siblings I think to myself. The young boy was crying along with the little sister that had yet to stop screaming.
A telephone beside my bed startled me and I launched towards it, knowing my consequences if I missed a call. I put on my smoothest most put together voice I could muster up and answered with," Finnick Odair at your service. How may I be of pleasure?" To my utter disgust it was a client of mine that always called for me when the games began to be set in motion. I listen to her babble and at the end of our one-sided conversation I purred out," I'll be sure to come to you as soon as possible, darling " to her and said goodbye before hanging up. I ran my hands down my face and turned back to the T.V. only to realize that the reapings were over. I'd have to watch the recaps later.
Till then I sighed and threw myself back against my bed. This was going to be a long day.
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Later when we reached the Tribute Center I ran into Johanna Mason. After Jo won her games she was "offered" the same deal as me. Become one of Snow's prostitute or he'll start killing the people you love. She sadly tried to call his bluff and he executed her whole family and made her watch. We need to find a way to bring Snow down and I know Haymitch from Twelve, a good friend of mine, has been working on a plan ever since his games. For twenty-four years he's been working on it, I just hope we can put it into motion soon. Mitch better have a damn good plan.
"Hey Fishbrains." Jo calls to me from across the lobby filled with both tributes and mentors. She pushed her way through the crowd and plants herself right in front of me, leaving a wake of angry shouts and grumbles.
"Hey Mason! I haven't seen you in so long." I embrace her and laugh when she starts to squirm, I know she hates it when people touch her.
"If you value your baby makers I would back the hell up." I scrambled away knowing her threat was more of a promise.
Well okay then Jojo, put the claws away. By the way did you watch the Reaping earlier?" I said with wide eyes.
"No. Why? What happened? Someone pass out? I bet it was Ten." She smirks straightening out her leather jacket.
I chuckle and say," No. It was Twelve. Someone volunteered." It was almost comical with how big her already big doe eyes got. "I know. Crazy shits going on over there."
"Maybe we can find out from Hay." She informs me.
"But he's drunk ninety-nine percent of the time." I remind her. She nods her head and looks down. But when she looks up it looks like she does a double take. I turn around to see what has her attention and my eyes go wide once again and my jaw goes slightly slack. "Is that?" I trail off, still not believing what I'm seeing.
"Hay sober? Yeah, yeah that's actually happening. What in the hell is going on in Twelve?" Jo questions, still as astonished as me.
"Haymitch!" I yell over to him after he dropped of his tributes Katniss and a short blond boy to their prep rooms. When he gets to where Jo and I are I ask him, "What the hell Mitch? What in Poseidon's name is going on in your district?"
"Everdeen." That's all we get before he pushes past us to get to the elevators near by. Jo and I look to each other and turn to run after Hay. We get into the elevator with him and he sighs knowing we won't give up till we get better answer from him. "Fine," he growls out," but not here. This place is crawling with ears and eyes." We nod and follow him up to his floor. When we get to his floor we go to his room and all go into his bathroom. "Katniss Everdeen. I've told y'all about her and her little family before but here's a bigger story. She is a damn saint in Twelve. She feeds the majority of us and helps those who need it. It's how she was raised." He speaks with adoration and pride in his voice. "Her dad was my best friend." Sadness seeps into his voice when he says this. I know why but I can see he needs to say it, both of us can see it so we let him continue without interruption. "When I refused Snow I never knew he would go after them also. He killed Rich a year after he killed my family and my girl. Just when I thought I could somehow live life somewhat sober he goes and kills him and leaves all three Everdeen girls to end for themselves. I guess when he figured out that Sweetheart was stronger than what he gave her credit for and survived he went after her too. He put little Primrose in the bowl, I guess he thought Sweetheart would just break down like everyone else normally does." He shook his head," Katniss needs to win. Period. If she doesn't then everyone back home is basically dead. Her best friend Gale is like her right hand man but he's not a fraction of the person she is. If it were up to him I know he'd only hunt for his family and leave everyone else to fend for themselves." Hay ended bitterly.
"I'll help you however I can, Mitch. My tributes aren't going to make it very far." Jo speaks up after a few minutes. I nod and second her offer.
"Yeah, I really want to meet her now." I tell Hay with a smirk. I've heard about her from Hay a few times before, but no one had ever seen her till today. Well didn't know that was her till today.
Hay nods and smirks. "Watch out though. She's a saint but she's a damn fireball. Almost took off a few of my fingers on the way over. Effie is terrified of her." That must be the escort. "You should have seen the train after we left from it." He shook his head with his eyes wide. Must have been a disaster area. "Either way, get the hell out. I need to piss."
Jo and I grimace and swiftly walk out, the door slamming behind us. We make our way down to the chariots where everyone's tributes are starting to pour into. Jo tells me that she'll see me later I nod. I scan the floor now filled with tributes, stylists and victors and my eyes find Katniss by her chariot talking to a strangely normal looking man. I wonder if that's her stylist. I heard about a new one joining but I didn't know he'd be normal. Almost everyone who isn't from a district is "blank" looking, as people from the Capitol put it. Some Career Victors do changes to themselves over the years but that's mostly it.
I shake my head to stop that train of thought before I got upset and started towards Katniss. The closer I got the more gorgeous she got. It's not the supermodel type of stunning, like really skinny and have around ten pounds of makeup on. When I get right up to her and her stylist, with neither of them noticing me, I understand that she'll never fit into a type. They really shattered the mold with her. As I try to think of what to say my hand starts to quake slightly so I grab a handful of sugar cubes from near the horses and start to chomp down on them. I love these things. Back home I have a cabinet full of just boxes of sugar cubes.
I slowly step back to Katniss and her stylist, where I read on his nametag it's Cinna, neither of them seem to notice me still. I guess the crunch of the sugarcube in my mouth was loud because they both get quiet and then back at me. I stop chewing and half smile.
"Yes Mr. Odair? May I help you?" Cinna asks me politely. I look to Katniss and lose any train of thought I used to have. This never happens to me. I'm Finnick Odair for crying out loud! I make everyone else speechless! Not the other way around!
'Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.' It's all that's running through my mind right now. 'Say something you dumbass!' I finally shake my head ''no'' and Cinna seems to take that as somewhat of an answer and then nods to me. He's seems to have figured out what I had come over here for, even if I don't. He tells Katniss that he'll see her later when she gets back from the Tributes Chariot Ring. She says "Okay. Thank you again Cinna. For not dressing me up in coal dust." She ends clarifying.
Then it's just me and her.
'Oh, please don't let me mess this up.' I look at her once more before going to open my mouth.
And that you guys is the first re-written chapter of 'Sanity' which I have given the new name 'She Is My Sanity'
I hope you guys at least like it a little bit. This has always been one of my favorite stories to write. I hope I get few reviews and views to my new version. Please comment! I want to hear from you guys!
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