Okay First off, I'm so sorry that I haven't updated... I hate to make up excuses but, Highschool is a pain. I hope you like this extra long chapter, Please forgive me. I'll try to do better.
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District Eleven, The Train: Day 2
"Abelia!" An fake voice hollered. Abelia groaned, rolling over to cover her ears with a silk pillow.
"Go away!"
"Come on! Chop! Chop! We've got lots to do." Purple fingers grabbed at the sheets.
"No!" Abelia grunted pulling at the covers.
"Come... On!" The Capitol woman known as Glister tugged at the covers, trying to wake the rude tribute.
The two continued to grumble incoherently, both trying to win their unbecoming tug-of-war.
"Stop this!" The purple tinged woman screamed giving a final hard tug. Abelia held on fast. A violent ripping could be heard. The sleep deprived tribute was showered in light, and the purpled Capitol elite, wrapped in a scrap of silk.
"Oh!" Glister sobbed looking at the damaged silk sheets. "Do you know how nice these were? The thread count? Oh! Oh no! This is silk!"
Abelia sat up in awe as the evil conniving back stabber broke down over bed sheets.
The girl tip toed around the sobbing purple woman. She slowly walked down the wall, clad in super short silk pajama shorts and a silk top that only hit her navel.
"Belia?" The girl stopped short, mere feet away from the dinning cart.
"Thresh?" She choked, becoming aware of her lack of clothes. The girl slowly turned around to meet the eyes of a cold and collected Thresh.
Everyone thought he was nice, that he was caring, but she knew the real side of him. That was part of the reason she had become best friends with his sister, Rosa. Because they both knew what he had done, the unspeakable actions, how twisted he really is...
He looked over her smirking. Belia shrunk at the broad boy's brazen gaze.
"I'm gonna go eat." She squeaked.
"Same." he grumbled brushing past her. Abelia shivered considerably. That was a close one.
Thresh had done things before. He had killed people. He had murdered a Peacekeeper and gotten away with it. Rumors whispered around the tables of hungry District Eleven citizens told about his tyranny. He was an actor though, he could act nice and caring, while slowly plotting your demise... And only those brave enough to withstand him have ever truly understood this. Only Rosa and Abelia... and they were terrified.
It didn't surprise anyone when he was reaped. It wasn't by default, they had put him in here hoping to get rid of him. Praying he wouldn't come back. The only one who wanted him back was
his Grandma Bergenia and she wasn't exactly all there.
Abelia sighed stepping in after him.
"Thres..."
She stood in the doorway of the dinning cart, watching Thresh "charm" his way into their escort's heart.
"Bellya!" Thresh exclaimed, laughing heartily. The girl cringed, moving backwards. Slowly exiting the room, as she was, she smiled weakly.
"Hi." she squeaked. Moving backwards another step. "Um..." She looked over to an angry glare followed by a blazing smile from Thresh.
"Heh. Um.. I'm not.. um.. hungry... So... Yep." She mumbled, exiting the dinning room.
"Oh well..." She heard Thresh laugh again. His haunting laughs made her cringe as she stumbled off back to her room. If he ever caught her alone, she was toast.
The girl shut the door, sighing as she did. She was hungry... starving almost. But her life was worth more than a meal. And if it meant sitting on silk sheets, locked in a room gnawing on her thumb, so be it. But she was determined to die willingly at her own hands, not a psycho's.
Abelia flopped onto the neat bed, the ripped silk no where to be seen. She closed her eyes willing for sleep to come, but it never did. Instead she stayed motionless, mimicking sleep, hoping for a few quiet moments to call her own.
The train shuddered, slowing to a stop, and successfully waking Abelia from her peace.
She sat in the silk sheets, still not wanting to leave, for fear of seeing Thresh, instead she ransacked through the drawers of clothes set out before her. Settling on a light cotton t-shirt and gray sweats, she sat back down on the bed. Waiting for Glister to come and take her away.
District Two, The Remake Center: Day 2
"Shit!" The first word out of his mouth as he sat down in the chair three hours ago. He had been waxed, scrubbed, plucked and scrubbed some more. But still, he couldn't reach what his Prep Team referred to as "beauty base zero".
"Sorry." The one known as Glower, a woman with spiked neon yellow hair and bright red markings where her cheeks should be, yanks yet another patch of hair out of his leg.
Cato growls in response.
"Were almost done." Another coos from behind.
"Shut Up!" He groans, clenching his jaw in agony. He had tried to be quiet, but these people and their high pitch squeals weren't sitting right with him.
"Just a few more." Glower grumbled in her silly Capitol accent.
Cyber, a skinny man with bright orange eyes and frosty hair, starts to snip at Cato's hair again.
"Your hair... Oh your hair." He whispers moving around like a fly.
"This is the last one!" Glower shouts, she brings up a huge piece of fabric, lathering on tons of wax. Cato groans inwardly as she pats it down on his chest.
"On three." She shouts over the noise. "One, Two..."
R-i-i-i-p! Cato gritted his teeth, furious with it all.
"I thought you said on three!"
"Well... I changed my mind." She squeaks out. "Blast!" She calls over a larger woman with shocking pink eyes and pink skin.
"Yes?"
"Nails."
"Okay." The pink woman nods, clucking about which color, and what's what.
Cato sits quietly, simmering. Put out by the agony and irritation, that Enobaria and Brutus were putting him through.
"Done!" The Prep Team squealed, prancing about excitedly.
"Great." He muttered, refusing to look in the mirror. Instead, he watched as the prep team danced out the door. Leaving him stark naked, in the middle of a room by himself. He pulled on a robe laid out beside the station, waiting for his stylist to decide his fate. This outfit decided whether he sinks or floats. Definitely the latter.
Cato straightened attentively as the door reopened. A violet colored man with brown hair stood before him. In the man's arms, he held a gladiator costume.
"Shall we?" The man asked, motioning towards the gold costume.
"Sure.." Cato answered, sighing, at least he would be presentable.
"Marvelous."
District Twelve, Opening Ceremony: Day 2
"Prim?" He questioned. She stood silently, in a trance.
"Prim!" She still stood motionless.
"PRIM!"
The girl blinked, awakened from her comatose. She watched the world around her, Peeta, screaming in her face, Capitol people bustling around her. But she wouldn't, couldn't move. It was real now. This confirmed it. She was only moments away from confirming her death. And she couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't do a thing about it. But she wanted to.
"Yes Peeta?"
"Oh um..." The boy stuttered. "Just checking to make sure..."
"Okay." Prim smiles, walking off into the sea of people.
"Yeah okay." Petta grimaces at his lack of believeability.
Prim was tired. She had spent two hours with her Prep Team and another with her stylist. Not saying that she wasn't pretty, no, far from it.
She was beautiful, in a innocent angel type of way. And Cinna, a man with only gold eyeliner, her stylist, saw that. She wasn't perfect, but the glowing make-up and padded bra's created that. The unethical, unimaginable essence of youth, that the brilliant Cinna had capture with one beautifully dark leather dress, and delicate taste of braids and curls.
Cinna and everyone else who witnessed her could agree she was beautiful. But she didn't care, she just needed some air.
"Fifteen minuets!" A capitol Voice screamed over the loud roar of voices.
Prim rushed towards the only possible door. The stairs.
"Prim!" Someone shouted from behind.
"Fourteen minutes!"
Prim pushed through the door, climbing stairs. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. He head was a jumbled mess, and it took all of her strength not to scream. It was official, she needed air and space.
She sprinted up the stairwell, eerie echoes all around her. She hit a dead end.
The door read 14th floor.
She twisted a knob slowly, hoping it would be the roof.
Her wish was granted, a large, refreshing gust of wind blew her backwards, causing her black lace train on her gown to flap about.
Her laugh filled the stair well as she stepped through onto the stone roof. Shouts and cheering could be heard from bellow. The sky above crackled with newly lit fire things, thing she'd never seen. It was magical...
"You shouldn't be up here."
Prim froze. She hadn't thought of the trouble, the pain she could get from this excursion.
"Please don't te..." She pleaded turning around, but falling silent. In front of her stood a large boy, no, boy wasn't the right word, a large golden man. He grasped a metal sword. Clad in armor and gold he was a thing to be revered and revered he was.
"Tell?... Now why would I do that?" His smoldering gaze took hold of the sight, while his taunting words terrified this girl, this person...
"Primrose Everdeen." He smirked. Yes, his memory was impeccable, he had actually payed attention during the reaping.
"Y-y-yes." She stuttered. Stay strong. For Katniss. Stay strong. She cleared her voice. "I was just leaving."
She moved forward. Strutting past him with as much spirit as she could muster.
"As was I princess." His hand shot out gripping her wrist tightly. He smirked, a dangerous tone in his voice. This was going to be fun.
Prim met his eyes courageously.
"Let go." She tugged at his grip. Causing it to only grow stronger.
"No." He glared back viciously.
"Yes." She held his gaze, refusing to give in.
"No." He grumbled holding on tighter. Prim let out a tiny whimper of pain. He smirked, his grip becoming even stronger.
"Let... Go." She was now shaking other hand shot out taking the sword from his grasp. She brought her knee up, connecting with his groin as the but of the sword did with his head, simultaneously.
Cato's hand retracted and he fell to the ground.
A stream of curses followed. Prim stood, looking at him once more before running towards the stairs. She was going to be late.
She stumbled down the stairs, hearing the angry man's footsteps not far behind.
Prim stumbled through the door and into chaos. Capitol elites with silver headset's shouted, sprinting around.
"Find the girl and the boy now!" A white haired woman shouted.
"One minute!"
"Cato! Prim!" Another green woman shouted.
"I'm here!" She shouted stepping forward. The green woman grimaced.
"Where were... never mind... just get to your district."
"Sorry." Prim mumbled, running over to a furious Peeta and worried Cinna. Haymitch was all of the above.
"Finally deciding to show up are we?"
"Haymitch I'm sorry."
"You'd better be..." He waved his finger aimlessly, like a drunkard.
"Just get on the chariot." Peeta spat, looking down from the metal contraption.
"I'm sor..."
"Just get on." Peeta retorted with disgust.
"Peeta."
"Sweetie, let me help you up." Cinna cut in. He hoisted her up into the metal chariot.
"Thank you."
"There you are!" Peeta's stylist, a worried Portia, exclaims. "Cinna. I've got it." She waves around a large metal canister.
"Thirty Seconds!" Prim looked over to see an irritated Peeta.
"Are you stupid?" He whispers angrily.
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever." He mutters turning away from her hurt eyes.
Cinna hustled around, adjusting her black lace train. Voices rumbled around her, but she didn't hear a thing. Prim's eyesight refused to stay in focus, and her body refused to work.
"Three seconds. Two Seconds, Show time!" A Capitol voice clicks excitedly, drowning out other noises.
Prim watched helplessly as the doors opened. Capitol One's chariot headed out with two lavishly dressed tributes. Two exited after them with two golden giants. Then Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, and finally Eleven, a Giant dressed in overall's and a beautiful girl in a slightly revealing garb only describe as mother nature herself.
Prim shook. The voices and unnatural screams of the Capitol elites pounded in her ears. Cinna shouted, a tickling sensation grew on the back of her neck, Cinna came around, lighting her crown of black on fire.
Relax. He mouthed. But relax she did not. Peeta roughly grabbed her hand as she was showered with a brilliant white light.
This is it, no backing out now.
So.. How was it? a little cliffy, some action? Was it up to par? I hope it was. And I'm sorry to any Thresh Lover's but I just couldn't resist a chance for another twist. R&R Thanks! :)