Chapter 4-
Don't hate me 4 the end of last chapter! *Pleads excessively* any way I'm trying to put up a chapter every week! I'm reading the book (again) while I write this and I'm a little ahead on the book so here's a chapter to even things out! Review!
This chapter: This chapter we meet Rue err our Rue!
The first thing I felt when I woke up was my aching head and a dull pounding behind my eyes. After a while of anticipating what I was going to be waking up to I slowly opened my eyes. I looked down only to see the arc reactor still in my chest. Why was it still there? Steve. Oh my God wasn't he wearing one too? Did he end up like me? Was he okay? Suddenly I heard shouting from the other room. I got up and pressed my ear to the door. "I don't care that it was supposed safe; fact is it wasn't!" That was definitely Steve's voice. "Well, what do you want me to do?" That was Loki; I could tell. Both voices were unmistakable. "If we remove it from his chest he will die! There's nothing I can do!" I felt like I should have been more scared about the death idea but, from the sounds of it Steve was scared enough for both of us. "Is he going to be okay?" I could barley hear the last part and the sheer emotion floored me. "Why do you want to know?" I was thinking the same thing. I heard Steve sigh. "Are you going to come out?" I opened the door sheepishly; knowing Steven was talking to me. "How long have you been listening?" Steve didn't even make eye contact. Something was definitely up. "Long enough" I replied coolly. Everyone was silent after that. "Well?" I asked, breaking it quickly. "Is anyone going to tell me what the heck is going on?" Wanda took it as her cue. "The arc reactors are harmless" I scoffed. "Sure looks like that" Wanda shook her head. "Really, they are. But with a bit of work they can easily become dangerous." Steve raised an eyebrow. "You think this was sabotage?" I rolled my eyes. "Way to go Captain Obvious! Hey I kind of like that…Captain...it suites you!" Steve looked very annoyed. "Now is NOT the time Stark," He said. "Maybe dictator was a better word." I muttered. Steve sighed. "How can you be such an ass sometimes and other times be…" He stopped himself. I raised an eyebrow. "Sometimes be a what now?" Steve stayed silent. "Come on Cap" I urged. "What's wrong with you?" Steve snapped. "You know how I feel but you have made it clear your not interested why keep pestering me?" I was confused until I realized what he was talking about. "Steve…" I started to walk towards him but he stepped away. "No! Just stop; leave me alone" He stormed off before I could get a word in edge wise and before I knew it we were being called in for our first day of training. Nobody said anything. Nobody even questioned what went down. I think they were all just glad we didn't do it in public. So was I.
We walked into a large gym only to see all the other tributes waiting for us. It was clear we hadn't gone unnoticed. The careers were already sizing us up. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I wanted to scream and tell every one of those careers exactly what I thought of them. But I didn't. I simply walked over to a station with the things I was most familiar with…metal. Maybe it could help with all of this arc reactor trouble. I saw Steve walk straight over to a punching bag and start to pound his fists into it. I couldn't help but think the rage he was taking out on that bag had everything to do with me. If only he had stayed and listened…I shook off the thought and focused on what I was doing. It probably wasn't safe to be testing the thing that was keeping me alive but I didn't see anything better to do. I picked up one of the tools. I was completely baffled. We didn't work with tools like this in my district. I almost jumped when a young girl came to sit down next to me. She only looked about fourteen with short hair and brown eyes. "You using it wrong" She said in a quite voice. I smiled a little. "Who are you?" I asked. "District Three" She replied. "Technology" I shook my head. "Not your District. Your name. What's your name?" I asked. "Katharine Pryde" She said with a slight smile. "My friends call me Kitty…at least they would if I had friends" I knew she was being sarcastic but I still felt sorry for her. "Well I could be your friend" Kitty scoffed. "Until you have a spear lodged in my throat." I shook my head automatically. "I wouldn't do that," She laughed a little. "I would certainly hope not, terribly rude of you" I smiled but felt a slight pain. This Kitty sounded a lot like Pepper. In fact she even held herself like Pepper. I hated the thought of it but sooner or later I would have to face the fact that I may never see Pepper again. "Well then, Kitty Pryde" I said, quickly changing subjects. "How do you use it?" Kitty and I spent the next hour talking about tools and how to use them. The only thing that interrupted us was Steve's punching bag. Each time his fist hit the bag the noise of contact got louder. "That Steve kid is kind of scary" Kitty pointed out. "No he's not," I told her. "If the guy killed a butterfly he would be on his knee's now screaming "God! Take me now'" Kitty raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure looks like it" I shrugged. "If anything I think we should be most worried about him taking all of the sponsors. I mean look at him! He's strong and intimidating and gorgeous…" Oh god. "Did I say that out loud?" Kitty nodded; a wide smile coming across her face. "Yup" I groaned. "Shit" Kitty started to laugh. "You really are head over heels aren't you?" I thought about my response for a second. "I think so, yeah," Kitty giggled. "And he isn't listening?" She asked. "I think so, yeah" "Well, then maybe you need to find another way to get his attention. No more questions or lies. No more dancing around your feelings. Show everyone exactly what your intentions are" Then Steve's punching bag flew half way across the room causing all eyes to turn to the blonde. "Now's your chance" Kitty pointed out. I ran straight over to Steve before I could stop myself. Before I could doubt myself. He didn't even have time to open his mouth when I grabbed his shirt and crashed his lips into mine. I had expected him to push me away, to say it was too little too late…but he didn't. I closed my eyes as soon as I felt him kiss back. It wasn't like firework or anything, which almost disappointed me...but as Steve's hand grabbed my waist pulling me closer I knew it was beautiful in its own way. Soon air was needed and we both broke apart. "What…" Steve began to ask but I cut him off. "You weren't listening Cap"
I hope that was a better ending then last time! Nextchapter: The interviews (I feel like they will have a LOT to talk about)
-Ilh