I was really excited for chapter 7 so I wrote it and updated it as quickly as i could. It's probably a little shocking... I think it is anyway. Haha, my mind... I just want to say i think Mellark's heart posted a really cute review! I love how when you talked about Gale you related him the The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift and how you said Sam and Faith were like Romeo and Juliet. Sorry, I just had to comment on how cute I thought it was. Oh and CrazyDyslexicNerd, I think it's funny how you said devious mind coming from me scares you. My mind scares myself sometimes... ANyway, enough of my random babbling. Enjoy this chapter! R&R!


Chapter 7

Katniss's POV

I was lying down in my bed with Peeta by my side. The night sky glistened with stars, creating a blanket that stretched for miles. I sighed and leaned in closer to Peeta. I could hear him breathing softly as he slept. I thought about the events that evening for the millionth time. Faith, hopefully, had learned her lesson. I hoped she would never invite Gale over again. I was worried and sad that I couldn't trust her to follow that, though. That night I realized how young Faith really was and how much she really didn't understand.

I kept trying to block one thought out of my mind but it kept slipping back in; Faith was being selfish. I know it's a horrible thing to be calling your own daughter selfish, but it was unfortunately true. She wasn't thinking of me. She wasn't thinking of how much pain I was going through seeing Gale again. All Faith wanted was to be with Sam, no matter what it did to me. I wanted to believe it wasn't true, she had no idea. But, Faith did know. Peeta and I and Haymitch had explained everything about Gale to her, but still she brought him over so we could be "friends" and she could go out with Sam.

I leaned my head on Peeta's shoulder, calming myself and my worried mind. My eyes were heavy and I kept yawning, but sleep wouldn't come to me. So, I closed my eyes and listened to Peeta's comforting breathing. I was almost asleep when a noise came from my window. I ignored it at first, figuring it was just the wind. But the noise started again. It was quiet but sounded much louder in the dead silence of the night. I sat up. Outside my window I could see a moonlit silhouette. At first I thought I was seeing things. I rubbed my eyes and figured I was dreaming but the figure was still there. It kept scratching to get the window open. I started to feel fear creeping up on me. Who would be trying to break into my house this late? I decided to hide under the covers. I didn't want to wake Peeta. I was about to burry my head in a pillow when the window opened slightly.

I held my breath as the silhouette stepped softly onto the carpeted floor of the bedroom. From the dim moonlight, I was finally able to see who the stranger was. It was definitely a woman. She was scary skinny and a glint of blonde hair shown in the darkness on her head. She was dressed in black, with leather boots coming up to her knees. I saw a knife glittering in her hand. She surveyed the room for a moment then walked over to Peeta's side of the bead.

I found my courage and spoke in a horse whisper. "Who are you?"

Her eyes shot up and immediately she held her knife over Peeta's sleeping body. "Hello Katniss,"

I recognized her voice immediately. It sounded colder now and evil. It had lost all of its pretend cheeriness. What scared me the most was her voice sounded similar to someone back in the rebellion. A person who would always haunt my memory. I gave a small yelp when she snarled out my name the way President Snow used to do. I looked up and started straight into the eyes of Bianca Hawthorne.

"Bianca?" I shook with fear. "When Peeta wakes up he'll deal with you." I opened my mouth and was about to scream when Bianca hit my shoulder with the handle on her knife.

"Don't you dare," she snarled. "See this knife I'm holding over your dear husband? If you scream he'll be dead before he can do anything."

I fearfully held my throbbing shoulder. Why would she kill Peeta? "Why would you do that?" My voice shook. "I-I hate Gale."

"Oh please," she cackled. "I don't care about what you and Gale had in the past," she leaned in close to my face. "Darling Katniss."

I shuddered. She sounded exactly like Snow when she said my name. The worst part was, her breath had the same small, roses and blood mixed together into a vile scent. "What did I do?"

"What did you do?" she almost screamed but thought better of it and steadied her voice."You killed someone very dear to me back in the rebellion."

Dread dropped into my stomach. I hoped with all my heart what she was saying wasn't true. I tried to keep my voice level. "Who d-did I kill?"

"You know!" She spat. "You aren't that dumb! I know your tricks Katniss Everdeen!" She took something from her pocket. "But here, maybe this will give you a clue."

She threw something at me and I caught it. It felt cold and hard in my hands. It didn't feel anything like a rose. But it looked like a rose. A snow white rose. Its strong stench of blood invaded my nose. Blood and rose. "Snow." The hated name coldly fell from my lips.

"Yes," Bianca gave a devious smile. "Corilanus Snow, my dear older brother."

I started at her, horrorstruck. Sure, I had met Bianca thinking there was something fake about her, but I figured that was simply because she was "one of those women". I never liked her but that was just because Gale had married her. And of all people her. But this; I didn't ever, I wouldn't ever, expect her to be Snow's little sister.

Seeing my face, she seemed to figure it was a good time to continue. Her knife was still poised above Peeta, ready to strike at any moment. "I always looked up to my big brother. He was smart and kind and everyone loved him. I had always watched the Hunger Games with him when we were little and he always told me how he wanted to be a part of them one day." She gave a sad smile at the memory. "We both grew up in the Capitol, so we would never be able to be in the games. We never knew our parents. They were drug addicts and had gone to jail numerous amounts. My grandma took care of us. She loved roses. One day she died and we planted roses all around her grave. Corilanus was only eighteen and I was just a young thirteen year old."

I looked at her feeling no sympathy. She could go on with sob stories all she wanted but I wasn't falling for them. Snow was a horrible man and he could never take back all the things he once did.

"He became different then. He was ad and depressed. He suddenly became angry about the way our parents had treated us. He wanted revenge for every little thing. But he was smart and very popular among the Capitol. He took care of me while attending college and when I was twenty-five he became president. I was ever so proud of him. He was hungry for power and changed the Capitol into a stronger, stricter and better ruling place. He was a huge fan of the Hunger Games and searched all over for good game makers. Every year the games became better and better." She smiled.

"But he was a horrible man," I snapped. "He poisoned people and-"

"Shut up!" Bianca slapped a small scratch across my cheek with her long, claw-like fingernails. "I will listen to no such lies. He killed those that needed it. Of course, there were the few times he drank the poison, but he was ok. He simply grew bloody sores in his mouth. But, my dear, that was what the roses were for. They masked the scent of blood."Bianca twirled a rose between her fingers admiringly. "He always grew the prettiest roses."

I crushed the rose that still lay in my palm. I felt the petals crumple and fall from the flower. I snapped the stem and an aroma of blood and rose floated around me. It would take a lot of incents to make the smell go away.

She studied me for a moment then continued. "But you," she snarled. "You made a fool of the Capitol at the 74th Hunger Games. You and Peeta were both going to die. You started a rebellion! My brother was furious! How dare you ever defy the Capitol!"

"We needed a rebellion! Snow was a horrible President!" Bianca drew her knife in closer to Peeta's chest.

"One more word from you and he'll be gone."

I kept my mouth shut, my eyes filled with fear.

"Then the 75th Hunger Games came along. You worked with an organization to go against the Capitol! You ruined the 75th Hunger games! The biggest event of the Hunger Games in 15 years! So, my brother captured your loved one. You worked with the rebellion and destroyed the Capitol. Then, you rescued Peeta. You trapped Snow and sent him to die!"

I looked up and saw her eyes glinting slits of anger. She didn't look like the Barbie doll wife of Gale, she looked like a demon.

"You let my brother die and you didn't do anything about it!" Bianca screeched.

"He deserved it!" I shouted.

Bianca, having forgotten all about Peeta lunged at me with her knife and screamed. "I'm going to kill you, just light you did to my brother!"

I saw Peeta out of the corner of my eye as Snow's sister hurled herself at me. He was awake. He instantly saw what was going on. When the glinting knife was about to strike down on my chest, it disappeared along with Bianca. I looked up shakily to see Peeta wrestling with her. Her knife was far from her hand; it had flown close to my closet door.

"Get away!" Bianca clawed at Peeta, making his face bloody.

"Katniss, help me!" Peeta shouted.

At first I was too stunned to really do anything. I shook it off and helped Peeta pin Bianca to the floor.

"Bianca!" Peeta finally realized who he had exactly pinned down. "What are you doing?"

In return, she spat in his face, but he held his grip. I gave him a look, telling him everything would be explained later. "We just have to get her far away from here!" I cried.

"Get something to knock her out," Peeta commanded.

I raced over to the knife lying on the floor. I picked it up hurriedly. Peeta was strong but I could see he was having trouble holding Bianca down. I raised the knife hilt and brought it down with a sickening crack on her head. She immediately went limp and was out cold. Peeta was breathing hard. I collapsed on the floor next to him. I was covered in a cold sweat and shaking.

"Peeta," I looked at him. "Bianca is President Snow's sister.

He looked stunned for a moment. "I would never have guessed," he murmured.

I started to explain everything that had happened when he quieted me.

"Katniss, please explain later. Bianca is knocked out now but she could wake up any moment. We should bring her to Haymitch's then figure out what to do with her from there."

"Why Haymitch's?" I asked. "She could always wake up there too."

"Yeah but he has the room filled with sleeping gas." Peeta explained.

"What…?" I gave him a questioning look. "Haymitch has a sleeping gas room in his house?"

Peeta nodded sheepishly. "Heh, I guess we never told you…"

I gave him a glare, "No you didn't."

"Katniss," he reminded. "This is no time for an argument. If Bianca wakes up we're in trouble."

I was about to argue when I thought better of it. He was right. Bianca was our major concern right now. "Okay, let's go. I can explain everything on the way to Haymitch's house."

"Sounds good."

"Wait," I picked up Bianca's knife and hit cracked it once again on her head for good measures. "Let's go."

Peeta picked Bianca up by her feet and I grabbed her arms. I gave Peeta the knife to put in his pocket; I didn't want anything to do with it. It probably looked a little strange if you were walking out on the streets: two people carrying a limp body downtown in the middle of the night. But, no one stopped us and I just couldn't wait to get Bianca's body as far away from me as possible.


Shocking. Did anyone guess that already? What did you think? I'd love thoughts... like I said reviews and comments make my day. Also I want to know if you think Sam and Faith should end up being together or not and I'll see what my slightly devious mind throws together. PLEASE REVIEW!