A/N: Hi, thanks for reading so far. Also if you like reading Divergent fanfics have a look at my friend's it is complete and really good, they're Barnsey14 and the story is called surviving (what happened if there was an alternate ending in Allegiant). Disclaimer, I do not own The Hunger Games. Here's chapter 6 :)
Katniss' POV
I was now sat in the swivel chair after the 14th tribute had left the stage, clinging to Peeta's hand trying to keep all emotions suppressed and my occasional jitters to a minimum. Although I was not enjoying this experience, after I had rattled of a few interviews I got into flow keeping all the interviews to the same sort of path, sticking to the few suggested questions I was given by Paylor.
'Thank you.' I dismissed as Jason turned and left the stage his blonde hair shimmering ever so slightly in the bright lights. Just before he fully disappeared from sight, Elizabeth slipped through the door, side stepping Jason, and heading hesitantly towards the swivel chair. It came as no surprise to me that Elizabeth was placed last, to create a lasting image for any ex-Capitol citizens - no one can escape the games.
Elizabeths POV
I timidly approached the empty seat beside Katniss staring at my feet, feeling my skirt brush softly against my knees as I took each step. I could feel eyes boring holes into every part of my body as people stared me down increasing my nerves. I only looked up at the last minute, seeing the remnants of a sympathetic smile fade from Katniss' glossy lips.
Taking a deep breath I let myself sink into the hard chair, looking at Katniss but not making eyecontact.
'Your name?' Katniss began almost robotically.
'Elizabeth...Snow' I said the last word hesitantly dropping my gaze as my voice began to shake. I knew how much everyone in the room hated my Grandfather and it made me scared admitting out loud that I belonged to him and his bloodline.
'So you scored a 5 in your training, what do you think of that?' Katniss continued trying to drain all emotion from her voice, giving a slightly bored effect.
'Well...umm..' I began.
It felt so good to be back in that corridor with no bright lights but instead a slight cooling breeze. I offered Marilyn a small smile before heading back to the sleeping room but she just stared ahead blankly as if I wasn't there. Maybe she was already accepting that when it came to the games, we couldn't stay friends.
An hour later our sleeping quarters were silent, door locked, rebels gone but despite the peacefulness sleep eluded me. I wanted to get up and walk the halls like I did when I couldn't sleep back at home, but here there wasn't anywhere to wander. After about another hour of sleeplessness I gave in, throwing back the covers and swinging my legs down onto the cold wooden floor. I then began pacing down the aisle between the two sets of beds trying to be quite and not wake the others. But the floor was incredibly creaky and I soon found myself leaping and sidestepping avoiding all the creaking boards, soon turning it into a game. This felt so good to play again and the games looming over my head almost began to fade.
After doing this a few times I ended up back at my bed, but instead I slid down the wall and sat beside my bed with my knees tucked into my chest.
I woke up the following morning with my head against the metal frame of my bed and a sore back. The rebels were scanning the aisles making sure everyone was awake, giving the a hard shove if they weren't. Shaking the grogginess from my head I climbed up onto my bed - as everyone else was now sitting up - waiting for the next instruction.
We were taking to a long corridor somewhere in the training centre which had a total of 24 doors lining the sides. The rebels assigned us one each before urging us in and locking the doors behind us. As I turned into the room, I spotted a long mirror covering one corner and the a desk and two chairs in the other. To my surprise in one of those chairs sat Katniss. She was now simply dressed in a flowy sky blue top and slim fitting grey trousers.
'Hello' she greeted as I turned to look at her.
'Hello' I smiled timidly feeling a little awkward.
'The tribute of this year haven't had any mentors. But, you have been allowed them for this one day, seeing as the games are tomorrow.'
Katniss' POV
The slightly shocked look on her face was slightly startling, as if she had forgotten entirely about the games. I signalled for her to sit across from me. I hadn't initially wanted to mentor anyone but Paylor allowed me first choice and I felt compelled to choose Elizabeth. I felt like anyone else would hold a grudge for her blood and not give her the proper mentoring that they each deserved.
'First tip, as Haymitch said to me, don't run for the Cornicopia. If you don't want to die in whatever bloodbath there may be turn and run in the opposite direction to it. But if there's something nearby, grab it if you think it will be useful.' Elizabeth was watching me a serious expression on her face as she absorbed what I was telling her.
A/N: Thanks for reading. The games will be starting very soon. Any ideas you have or mistakes I've made please PM. Thanks for reviews. Chapter 7 will be here soon :)