Prim's POV
As the camera focused onto me, I couldn't figure out anything to do except cry. My sister's dead. She was about to come home, I really thought she was going to win, but she didn't. "I miss my sister." I managed to choke out, making the cameraman nod his head with respect.
I heard commotion towards the crowd of people, and before I could see what was going on, my mother grabbed me and huddled me close to her. All I saw was the cameramen frantically trying to see what was the commotion about and Gale's furious voice.
I nervously watched as Gale grabbed Peeta like some sort of wild animal, and began to vigorously shake him. "Why didn't you save her! Why? She's dead, because of you!" Gale screamed at him.
I expected Peeta to punch him, or fight back, but all I could see was tears in his eyes. "I tried! I tried to get to her before she fell, but the Gamemakers already came and dragged me away before I could save her. I tried…." He helplessly shouted.
I felt myself being blinded by more tears, trying to fight back as they cascaded down my cheeks like a stream. "Katniss.." I hurtfully whispered. I blocked out the screams, the cries, the furious voices of Gale and Peeta, everything, as I slowly faded away into a world of silence and mourning.
President Snow's POV
I furiously sighed as I began to shuffle papers of complaints and requests to save those two tributes from District 2 and 12. District 2 was the worse by far.
"Mr. President, sir." I looked up at my assistant who just seconds ago walked inside the room.
"Yes, what do you want?" I spat, letting out my stress on him.
"District 2 is threatening to rebel against the capitol, and so is District 12, we have to do something before it gets worse."
I thoughtfully stroked my chin. "District 12, we can just destroy if they're being too much of a nuisance. District 2 is a problem, indeed. We can't afford to have them rebel against the Capitol, they're our most trusted alliance out of all the Districts. No District 2 means no weapons. I'll have to suggest a plan sooner or later.
"But sir, what about the tributes who fell through the arena?" He nervously asked.
"What about them?" I merely shrugged, placing papers in files. "They're dead. End of story."
"But the other Districts are having are hard time believing that. Shouldn't we just search for them?" My assistant suggested.
"Well the other Districts are idiots. Why can't they just except the fact that their two tributes are dead? That's what happens in the Games, I don't understand their pouting. We have a final winner, and that winner was the male tribute from District 12. I'll just have to find another way to bargain with District 2. And besides, we can't search for the two tributes because the godforsaken hole they fell through is covered in rubble. We could never make it in there, and I would assume their dead anyway. The rubble could've fell on them and crushed them in an instant." I explained.
"Now, if you would excuse me, I have some business to tend to." I placed my gaze away from my assistant and onto the pile of papers that were laying on my desk.
My assistant got the message, and merely nodded in respect. "Yes, sir. Right away." He turned around and left.
It's impossible that those two tributes could've survived…even if they did, their injuries would've killed them off sooner or later anyways. If they are alive…I wonder where they ended up….I think..I shall ask my friends back in District 13 about this…
I let out a cruel grin.
Once again, I never cease to amaze myself.
Katniss POV
I stayed huddled on the floor, with my head against my knees, my hair blocking my face. I had to turn the TV off, it was just too much. First from seeing Prim in pain from the sadness of believing she lost me, and Gale confronting Peeta like he was about to kill him. Why are they all over-reacting…? They should just accept the fact that I'm dead. It's not Peeta's fault….Oh God, Gale..it's not his fault…
I tried to breathe normally, but the tension spreading across my body was just too much. I eventually lifted my head up and gazed at the ceiling.
Ebon entered the room, bewildered by the fact that me and Cato were together. "I have some news." He blinked at the both of us.
I carefully watched him, but Cato merely grunted in annoyance, like he didn't want to hear the news.
"The Districts are angry, especially your districts. District 2 is even threatening to rebel." Ebon patiently explained, his green gaze focusing onto the both of us.
I blinked. "And I thought that District 2 were the Capitol's little pets." I said, which earned me a well-earned glare from Cato.
"Sorry." I mumbled, forgetting that he was from District 2.
"Well if this doesn't stop, they're threatening to destroy District 12." Ebon stared, gesturing towards me this time.
"What!" I nearly shouted. "Why District 12?"
"To show the other Districts how powerful the Capitol can really be. District 12 is a first resort to them, since it's one of the poorer districts."
Cato managed to let out a small laugh, and then it was my turn to glare at him.
"Stop glaring at each other." Ebon furiously stated. "This is serious."
"I know it's serious." I began to sit up from the floor. "It can't happen. It won't happen. I won't let them."
"We're not sure if it's going to happen. It's just a rumor. But we're definitely going to keep our guard down in the meantime." Ebon continued.
"Where are we anyway..?" I heard Cato ask.
"We're in District 13." I explained, like it was nothing.
"Are you shitting me..?" He narrowed his eyes at the both of us. "I thought District 13 was destroyed."
I started to open my mouth in protest, but instead Ebon cut me off.
"No, it wasn't destroyed. But when we started hearing rumors about our existence we made them believe that we were deep under the grounds of Washington D.C. Instead, we live right below the Hunger Games arena. That's why we found you two after you fell."
"Smart. Under the arena would be the last place they would search for District 13." I crossed my arms.
"Exactly." Ebon gave me a small smirk, but it quickly faded away to his usual serious expression. "Katniss, I've been meaning to speak with you, but in private."
"Sure." I gave a sideways glance towards Cato, who merely turned his head away from us. I think he had a feeling that the subject we were going to talk about would be about him.
I followed Ebon out of the room, where we sat down on the table. All the other nurses were busy with their night shift. I could barely believe it was night already, since outside seemed darker than usual. Seeing that they don't have night and day underground, they turn off most of the lights outside when it's nighttime.
"Is he…going to be okay?" I silently asked Ebon, dreading the look on his face when I gazed up at him.
"His body's healing fine, his legs are healing even faster, so I think he's going to be able to walk soon, but not without therapy. His left arm is the real problem, though. I don't think he's ever going to be able to fully use it, we might resort to measures as to just simply amputate it, since the chances of healing it are slim." Ebon gently explained, which surprised me since his voice is usually harsh and serious.
I bit my lip. "No…please don't cut off his arm. He…I know he wouldn't ever be himself again. Life wouldn't be the same for him."
I gave out a slight chuckle, and raised my head towards the ceiling. "I know..I shouldn't care, but…I do."
"Understandable." Ebon have a slight nod. "Even with enemies, you still care about them if they're in pain. You….have a good heart, Katniss."
I let my gaze fall back onto his as I lowered my head. "It's not about me being nice.." I simply whispered.
"Like I said before, the chances of healing his arm is slim. We can try. But it'll be almost impossible to do." Ebon's voice started to fade.
"Then try. What are you thinking of?" I blink at him.
"The nurses and surgeons were suggesting that they could somehow recreate the dead tissue on his left arm and recreate it so it could be stronger, even better than before. We've only done it once before…"
"And what happened that one time?" I ask.
"It worked, but barely. It took a lot of time and effort." Ebon confessed.
"Then if it worked on that person, it'll work on him." I protested.
"It's not that easy, Katniss…" Ebon began, but I quickly cut him off.
"All I'm saying is to just try…please." I nearly begged, surprised by my innocent tone of voice.
Ebon sighed, running his hand through his raven black hair. "Alright, we'll try. But I'm making no promises that it'll work, alright Princess?"
I nodded, giving him a bright smile. "Thank you, Ebon."
Ebon smiled to himself and got up from the chair, heading towards the hallway. "You kids…are something else." I barely managed to make out his voice, but I chuckled when I did.
I placed my arms on the table and leaned my head against them. It has to work….
It will work…
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