Authors note: again I had so much fun writing this chapter just because it has a lot of cussing in it :p any way its short but you know what er, my mind isn't exactly working right now, stupid school blah, but hey one good thing came out of school today, in Literature all we talked about was the Hunger Games and I was like ahhh! So yeah… did I surprise any of you guys with Em being evil? I hope so at least I did some of you, anyway read and please review it means the world to me!
-PL40
P.S. there is one sentence in this chapter see if you can find it and yes pun intended
Chapter three Peeta:
I stare at the picture, wanting the girl with the dark brown hair and grey eyes to pop out of the frame. I have seen her before, somewhere I just don't know where. "Uhg, this is no use!' I say to myself. I am never going to find her, "no you just might", says a tiny voice in the back of my head.
"Mr. Mellark?"
"What?" I snap at the guard, earning a jump out of him.
"Uh, the hunter you set out, she uh…" he starts.
"Spit it out!" I yell.
"She found the girl! She paged in a few minutes ago telling us to send in a hovercraft." The startled guard yelps out, but I barely pay attention. The girl, with the grey eyes, I will see her, she was not just a figment of my imagination! She is real, and she will be here very soon. "Would like me to send one sir?" he says, breaking my train of thoughts.
"Yes, yes please do that." And with that the guard leaves.
Two hours after I sent out the hovercraft, two hours of pacing back and forth, she is here. I have still yet to find out her name, but none the less she is here, lying down on the sofa in my office. She looks just like she did in the picture, except I have still haven't seen her eyes. With her hair ratty, skin dirty and red marks around her wrists she is still beautiful.
"Mr. President?" says the Huntress.
"Yes?" I question but not really listening.
"Is there any other assignments you would like to task me with?" she asks, bringing my full attention to her and I turn around in astonishment. She dares to ask me if I want a favor from her?
"No, there is not. You may leave now." I state, calming a part of my anger.
"But sir, I still have not received payment." She says holding her ground. "Oh damn, all shit just hit the fan!" says the tiny voice in the back of my head, and I know its right when my body starts shaking with rage.
"What is your name Huntress." I say hissing the s.
"Emma." She claims tilting her head slightly upward as if to show pride. "And I expect payment."
"What?" I boom, and I don't even have to tell the guards to grab her because they are already there. I walk over to her and slap her as hard as I can, causing blood to escape her mouth.
"You son of a bitch!" she yells. "Everyone told me that you were a dick! I just didn't believe them when I should have!" she says and spits blood in my face
"Well, that's your own damn stupidity!" I exclaim, slowly being lulled into a Zen state I pull out my handkerchief and wipe away the blood causing the white cloth to turn pink in some places. "Put Emma, with the rest of our prisoners." I say smiling, a look of terror crosses her face but she quickly regains her composure.
"You arse!" she says under her breath but I still hear her.
"Katniss?" I say hoping to wake her. Someone had finally told me her name, my step-mother actually. She doesn't stir at first so I slightly shake her frail form and this causes her eyes to flitter open just for a second. My breath hitches in my throat, this is her,this is the girl I have dreamed about for so long. Her eyes open one more time but this time they stay, she tilts her head slightly to the right, to me. I smile warmly at her but what shocks me is the scream that comes out of her mouth. I jump back while she sits up and pulls her knees to her chest then wraps her arms around her. She looks frightened so I try and comfort her. "Shh, shh, it alright." I tell her but she doesn't seem convinced. "I'm not going to hurt you." I say reaching for her.
"Stay away from me!" she says through gritted teeth with tears in her eyes. I am shocked and hurt.
"Wha-what?"
"You heard me" she spits, glaring at me with those grey eyes. I look down at my entwined hands in my lap and decide to let her be. I get up and walk over to my desk and sit down, I can feel her eyes on me the whole time, glaring daggers at my back.
Authors note: so what did you guys think? Did I get the right POV from a hijacked Peeta? I hope so if not please tell me, PM me or post a review. Did you guys get the joke? If not I will tell you "You son of a bitch!" see what I did there? You know how in the book it described Peeta's mother as evil and abusive and like Peeta is her son, lol yeah my life… um I have a question I know this but then again I am wrong a lot of times but I think I am right, POV means personnel over view right? My mom told me it means personally owned vehicle and I'm like yeah but maybe there is another meaning to it and she's like no there's not, needless to say we got in a big fight over it, so if someone would tell me that I am right then idk I guess I will do something…
-PL40
