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I hope that everyone like the last chapter and that this one is just as good, if not better! Here is Chapter 7!
The vase shatters against the wall. I am uncontrollable. I turn to the man, seething with anger.
"How dare you say that. You have no right!" I screech, chucking another object at the man's head. He ducks just in time, the clock exploding exactly where his head was seconds ago. "He is a living person! You can't do that!" I scream in fury and run to tackle the man. At the last second I am knocked to the ground. Security. I growl and try to throw the man off me.
"Katniss. Calm down!" He yells as he holds my shoulders down. I lift my hands and start to claw at his arms. I haven't stopped screaming. I yell a string of profanities at the man and squeeze my legs underneath his stomach. I throw him off with almost no effort and rise again to confront that worthless piece of Capitol scum called Plutarch.
"You are a disgusting. You are why I revolted! You're why we sacrificed!" I scream, picking up a plate. I won't miss this time. "Peeta is a human. He cannot just be put into a room, locked in there forever, deranged or not!" I pull my arm back.
"K-Katniss, please. He won't go in there. I-I promise," Plutarch whimpers. I glower at the pudgy man.
"I despise you for simply saying that," I counter.
"P-please! What happened to rebels? What happened for helping each other?" He stutters.
"Times change, Plutarch. Things are different now." My arm starts to swing forward before I hear him. I stare at Plutarch.
"Where is he? Tell me now, before I throw."
"Down the hall, to the left," Plutarch says quickly. Before I start to run to Peeta, I turn and face Plutarch.
"This doesn't mean I forgive you." Then I sprint down the hall.
Peeta is there, strapped to the bed like some kind of animal. I glare at ever single one of the doctors in the room and loosen the restraints on Peeta's arms and legs.
"Miss, I don't think you should…"
"I don't care what you think," I growl before continuing to untie Peeta. No damage has been done to Peeta, or at least none that I can see. I hug him tightly as soon as the restraints are off.
"You okay?" he asks. I laugh and shake my head. He looks me in the eyes. "What happened?" he whispers. I take a deep breath and start to talk.
I wake up to no Peeta next to me. I panic and reach for the phone.
"Effie?" I ask after I hear the high pitched voice. "Where is Peeta? He isn't here." I hear a little giggle from the other end.
"Oh I don't know where he is but it's so cute that you are worried for him!" She giggles. I roll my eyes. I can't listen to her annoying voice any more.
"Good bye, Effie. I'm going to call Plutarch." I hang up before Effie's voice can give me a headache. Plutarch answers after two rings.
"Plutarch here. How may I help you?" I raise my eyebrow and almost laugh at his ridiculous answer.
"Plutarch, no need for the intro. It's just Katniss."
"Oh. What do you want?"
"Peeta isn't here. Do you know where he is?"
"Yeah. He had an…accident. He'll be okay," Plutarch explains, "But, if you don't mind, I'd like you to come over to my office."
"Thanks. Yeah I'll be there soon." I tell him and hang up. The phone hangs on the wall while I start to get dressed. I throw on some sweats and a jacket. I walk out of my room, leaving the door slightly open.
Finding Plutarch's office is not easy. I walk down thousands of hallways and pass billions of doors. I almost give up until I see two wooden, gleaming, double doors. On the right door there is a card saying, 'Plutarch, Head of Communications and Citizens'. It is written on a golden card, in a very hard to read font. And just waking up doesn't help.
I push the doors open, and I find myself looking into a palace. In the spacious room there are many objects, expensive for sure. In the far right corner is a big, lush plant. Smack dab in the middle is a big, wooden desk, with a throne-like chair behind that. In front of the desk are two purple chairs, covered in velvet. But the most eye catching thing is the back wall. It is made of entirely glass, just cleaned. When you look outside of it you see the while Capitol, all lit up. I stare in wonder until Plutarch marches in.
"I see you like my office," he smirks, "I could get you one, if you wanted." I just stare at him.
"If you don't mind, Peeta and I would like to leave this place as soon as possible," I explain to him before taking a seat on one to the plush chairs. He shrugs as he sits down on his throne.
"That is what I wanted to talk to you about." I roll my eyes and gesture for him to continue. "Mr. Mellark will not be going back with you. Or anytime soon, for that matter."
"What! No, he can't…He has to come back!" I yell in surprise.
"Miss Everdeen, Peeta had a full mental relapse. He cannot go back to District 12 in that condition!" I glare at him.
"What happened? What did you do to him." It was more of a demand than question.
"Nothing! He was just talking on the phone and had a mental breakdown!"
"Who called him?"
"I have no idea. The person just said that they needed to speak to Peeta Mellark."
"You don't have any idea of who called?"
"No."
"Where is Peeta?" I growl.
"I can't tell you. The doctors said no visitors."
"Tell me. Now," I order.
"Katniss, you cannot visit him!"
"Did you over hear any of their conversation?"
"No…well, just a few words," he shrugs.
"What were they?"
"Katniss, twelve, too long…and…Prim." He looks nervous about saying the last one.
"I am going to find Peeta."
"No! If you see him now, you will just send him off the edge! He will be unstable forever and we might as well throw him into a room so you can never see him!" I freeze and turn around.
"You will never lock Peeta up like some animal. NEVER." I say, in a terrifyingly calm voice.
"Yes, we will. And then he will be good as dead. Just like your sister." He says smugly, before realizing his mistake. Plutarch's body goes rigid. I stare into his eyes and I feel hatred I have only felt for one other person. Snow. Then my rampage begins.
I continue to tell Peeta of how I got taken by security and I made Plutarch promise. I guess I started to cry when I mentioned Prim. I hug his chest and soak it with my tears. He doesn't do anything. I pause and look up at the boy's face. It is as hard as stone.
"Peeta, are you okay?" I ask him with a worried shake in my voice. Fearing that he is going to lash out and call me a mutt, I start to let go of his chest and back away. His strong hands grab mine, at the same time his eyes meet mine.
"He called, Katniss," he whispers. I look at him with confused eyes.
"Who? Who called you?"
"Gale."
Ohh, cliffy! Sorry about that. It was the best way to end it. I kind of feel like this chapter was short, even though it is 1,531 words. Again, I am sorry for the wait! ONLY 9 MORE DAYS UNTIL THE MOVIE! I am super hyped! Well, review and thanks for reading!
