Grand Scheme
District 5 Train Rides
D5: Jean Delancy
I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of the window, staring out at the setting sun. I could just imagine my family all gathered around the dinner table; mother would be crying, Zach would be acting like nothing was wrong, Xander would be moping about, Meda would be crying, probably on mother's lap, and father would be blaming himself for this.
I can't help but blame him too. If he didn't try to do so much to help our District I wouldn't be heading the same way as Ollie.
Flashback
I looked down at the small, pale, uncharacteristically calm. When Ollie was alive he was so happy and cheerful. He was my best friend; we were only one year apart and he could always make me smile.
"We was too young to die." Wailed my mother. I silently agreed. Ollie was only 12 when he was reaped. The girl who killed him continued to win the Games. She lives in the Victor's Village in a cushy home in District 2.
Ever since my brother died, my father had been watching himself. He hadn't been over-helping District 5 until lately.
There was an outbreak of plague in District 5 and my father had taken to stealing medicine for sick children. The Capitol must have found out. That's why I'm being punished. For my father's actions. It's not fair at all, but since when does the Capitol care about fairness? They didn't create the Hunger Games for nothing.
I was glad for one thing. I had been given the opportunity to avenge my brother. I was going to kill the District 2 mentor. She will never see it coming. I have been preparing this scheme for three years now, just in case I was reaped.
I grinned evilly then snapped back to reality.
"Jean, are you ok?" Thaddeus asked.
"Yeah I was just thinking." I said softly.
"I know, I heard about your brother. I'm so sorry that you have to go through the same thing." Thaddeus said, his eyes showed compassion but also a little bit of held back anger and hurt.
"Thaddeus, do you want to be allies?" I asked abruptly. Thaddeus looked startled then nodded.
"You can call me Thad." He said, smiling.
D5: Thaddeus Hartwidge
After Jean and I agreed to be allies I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. I had been slightly worried that I would be left to try and make allies who would eventually stab me in the back. At least I know that now Jean can't kill me without being shamed and hated on by District 5 and probably most of Panem.
I sighed and turned on the small radio in my room on the train. An announcer was in the middle of saying something.
"—the tributes this year seem like a good crop. No one seems like a horrible sob story. And no unexpected volunteers, unlike last year. Speak of last year, here is a clip of an interview we had with Pippa Woode from District 10.
'Pippa, what is the strangest thing about winning?'
'Probably the stares that people give me and the way that everyone expects me to melt down everytime they mention anything to do with the Games.'
"Now here is Pippa's newest single, Never Forget." The first strains of the song began playing and I closed my eyes.
No matter how much I try,
I can't help but remember.
It's impossible to not cry,
When I think of that ember;
That small spark inside,
That became something bigger;
I just want to run and hide,
From all the stares and sniggers.
Of all the things I can never forget,
The worst is you.
I couldn't help but imagine how much emotional pain Pippa has to live with. She's only my age but she's killed a person and she fell in love with someone then watched them die.
I opened my eyes, there was sunlight streaming through the window and I could hear the clinking of dishes and utensils. I realized that today was the day we were going to arrive at the Capitol.
"Kyla said that we should be able to see it any minute now." Jean said, reading my mind.
Then, just over the horizon, a dark smudge became visible. It grew in size until I could see each individual colour in the stained glass windows.
Crowds gathered around the train tracks, the throngs of colourful people pushed forward cheering and waving at us. I smiled and waved back slightly, the people went wild. Jean was just sitting on a couch, her arms crossed and a distressed look on her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked her. She glared at me and I put my hands into the air in defeat.
"Sorry, I just don't want to be here." She said.
"I don't either but why don't you just enjoy it?" I suggested.
"I can't." She insisted. "My brother's killer is here."
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