AN- I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update, I've got exams starting now-ish so I've been spending what little free time I have (thank you, crappy Physics teacher) revising. I'm also sorry this chapter's so short, but please let me know what you think of it. Also, thank you paramore fanatic, AJLL and hungergamesfan51 for reviewing the last chapter. Hope you like this one :)
"Katniss?" No reply. They still haven't noticed- everyone is too busy watching us battle life and death on the screen, not realising that we could soon be following suit on the stage. I bend down to see if she is ok, and she stirs a little; we make brief eye contact. There is something not right in her eyes, and I realise with fright that she is crying.
"I can't do this anymore," she whispers hoarsely, before running off stage. I try to run after her, but am stopped by Haymitch, who has finally realised something is wrong.
"You can't anger the Capitol anymore, Peeta," he mutters to me, and he is right. Not only have we nearly outsmarted the Hunger Games, but we have shown the other Districts that there is hope for them, stirring up rumours of another Rebellion, although since District 13 was destroyed we have all been kept too poor to even have a hope of fighting back. Still, if we could get enough people...
A trumpet fanfare begins and snaps me out of my reverie. It's over, for today at least, and I must find Katniss. All of Panem will have seen her run off by now, and I cannot even begin to imagine how much trouble we will be in. None of this bothers me at the moment, all I can think of is finding her and making sure she is ok, and as I start running through the corridors her name beats in time with my own heartbeat: Kat. Niss. Kat. Niss. Kat. Niss.
Where are you, Katniss?
Door after door, I find only empty rooms. We're being so closely shadowed at the moment I find it hard to believe that she is far away, but I am beginning to worry. There are not many more rooms left, but I stop suddenly as I hear a sound from the room at the end. I try the door, but surprise sur-freaking-prise, it's locked. I try harder as the sound turns into sobbing, and before long it has caved into my supreme power.
Well, not really, but the door does open, and my mouth drops open as I see what, or who, is behind it.
"Well, hello Mr Mellark," sneers President Snow. "How nice to see you."
I nod and turn around, but the door has been closed behind me, locked again. A movement in the corner distracts me. I catch a flash of brown hair, but it soon disappears. I know it from somewhere, and when I realise where it is from, I feel instantly stupid, for I have only idolised it (and more importantly her) since I was five years old.
Katniss.