I OWN NOTHING!
Chapter 4
As Alfred was stripped and washed down he realized he recognized the girl washing him. He thought she was an avoxx so he had trouble putting the two together.
"Confederate?" She looked up with a scowl.
"Union." She stated silently. She felt uncomfortable being this close to the man who destroyed her.
"What happened to you?"
"What happened to you is a better question."
"I don't remember."
"You will the moment they inject you."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't say. They know you're here." She brushed her blonde hair from her eyes which were darkened from lack of sleep. Her blue eye, same as hugs was dulled and her southern draw was horce.
"And they will kill you."
"I'm a country."
"Not for long. They haven't been able to get me yet. I know to much besides. Once you enter the arena you won't come back." He looked her dead in the eyes.
"I don't understand."
"You won't. Not yet."
"But-"
"Shut up." She snapped. He was silent once more.
"This is your fault. You created it."
"What are you talking about?" She looked at her with a cold glare.
"You'll know later." At that she put the nozzle of the water hose away and walked out.
Katniss was silent as she was propped for the stylist.
'Naked and covered in coal dust.'
Much to her surprise, the stylist was kind. His name was Cinna and had been against the idea. And now she found herself next to Alfred or Peeta as everyone else called him riding a chariot. And they were on fire.
As they rode the crowd cheered and Katniss felt so small but Alfred took her hand in his. She glanced over at him.
"Give the crowd what they want. Might get a few sponsors." She relaxed slightly and together they lifted their connected hands over their heads. The crowd responded with clouded applause.
At that moment an idea flew into Alfred's head. He glanced at Katniss, who glanced back at him. They shared a crimson smile.
As they were prepped for television, Alfred Jay caught Haymitch and explained his plan. As he went on Haymitch had more and more to say and they finalized the plan.
Oh, and he knew Katniss would kill him later.
As tributes passed Katniss couldn't stop looking at the small girl named Rue. She reminder her so much of Prim. But in all honestly the girls looked nothing alike. And as she was lead upstage Rue glanced back at her.
The reddish orange dress felt more free on her when she was on the open stage as the crowd went wild. She sat herself quiantly in the seat. From there everything passed quickly, she spun until she almost toppled over, was named the girl on fire and left. She passed by Alfred with a ditzy smile, in whocj he returned with a laugh.
Meanwhile I'm the crowd Panem sat in a box with his brother, the president and the presidents granddaughter. He stared down at Alfred.
"So, that is America?" Snow questioned.
"Yes, sir. He will be taken care of after the games starts."
"After?"
"He can't be killed so quickly. I want to see him die a more honorable death than that."
"And how will that be pulled off?"
"Have faith, brother." Panem told his brother, Jabber.
Alfred walked onstage, gaining the attention of the three men. He was dressed in a suit, new glasses placed on his face which were thicker and black as requested.
And they talked until Alfred put the plan in action.
He told a story of him throwing burnt bread at the hungry and confessing that was how he met Katniss, oh and he loved her.
Panem was most surprised at this. When did this happen? What happened .tp countries not being able to fall in love with a human? Alfred told him about that rule. It was passed after the Joan incident.
Allen of course had a similar reaction but he got mad.
"Idiot, what the hell is he doing!" Prim frowned. She wasn't too fond of Alfred to be honest. Gale also was upset. He liked Katniss and this... this wasn't OK.
Katniss's mother had sighed and let it go. She knew what happened to most of 12s tributes. They didn't have a chance and Alfred wouldn't give her one.
Katniss's throat got tight when she heard the news. She knew she would lose, but him playing the grief game wouldn't work out like he hoped.
As the crowed coed Panem looked down upon the man who looked much like him. He wanted him to survive deep down because thenworld never make the deal. He would never come back after what he learned.
Jabber looked over. He sighed quietly at his fretting brother.
It didn't use to be this way.