A/N - I HAVEN'NT UPDATED FOREVER! I feel very guilty and I'M SORRY. I've been busy so yeah...
I finding this story REALLY hard to continue, so I think this might be the final chapter... :L
lyrics:
I am not the type of girl, too be rudly barging in on a white veil occasion
But you, are not the kind of boy, to be marrying the wrong girl.
This is surely not you thought it would be
I loose myself in a daydream
Where I stand and say
Don't say yes, runaway now, I'll meet you when your out,
of the Church, at the back door.
I say a single vow, you need to hear me out
and they said speak now.
-Taylor Swift, Speak now
Auboria is, right now, rather comical to watch as she runs about the hall, bossing around cameras, yelling at everyone. She's ignored me, so far, but I'm really not in the mood for that to change.
"Peeta!"
Too late.
"What do you look like? Straighten your tie! The wedding starts in an HOUR!"
One hour. Damn. I want to run away, but I know what will happen. I walk through into my dressing room, and catch my reflection in the mirror, my blue eyes clear, controlled, but with a slick undertone of anger, hurt, and...
That other thing that hasn't gone since the war.
I'm in the suit, and I'm in the hall. Right, a week ago came the cameras, here too the candy-colored Capitol, here too broadcast the biggest wedding in Panem. Not from love, no, too save lives.
Why does that sound familiar?
Everything seems to familiar, the concept, Auboria is starting to practically scream "I'm Effie!"
All I go about doing with my time is trying to forget the games, trying to forget Effie, Haymitch, Snow... and obviously her.
But all I think about is her.
Not how much I hate her, how much she crushed me.
Just how much I fucking love her.
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The journey has been a nightmare. Almost a week of sleeping in an abandoned house in the victor's village, or the beds on the train. I can't decide which is more uncomfortable.
But I'm here now, here in the Capitol. A lot of people are still wearing their ridiculous styles, but there's other people from other districts too, I recognise the sea green eyes of District 4, the eerily pale skin district 1, the tan skin of district 11.
I know doing this will probably get me killed.
Killed by the Order.
The Order kill anyone who doesn't abide by their sick rules.
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I creep to the door where Aimmee will get ready. I'm looking for a damn drink, something to get away a fraction of this stress. Instead I hear voices, and they quietly discuss the wedding. No, not the wedding,
"The child, Everdeen. What information have we got?"
"She or him are here, in the Capitol, they are in there early twenties. From twelve, not much else is known."
"Why are we even bothering with this mission? We know hardly anything about her!"
"Well, they were on Coin's "List" you know, the one we promised, if she ever died, we'd finish? They were there, EVERDEEN right before MELLARK."
These people had found Coin's "list". Yes, I'd heard rumours about that. That she had a name, a list with the surnames of the people she wanted killed off. How had people not heard of Katniss or myself? They must of lived in a cave. But I'm not one to complain. I'm on that list anyway, I'm going to die anyway. So why not, the last thing I do be one more thing, to save Katniss?
The door snaps open, and two thin men are looking at me, looking at them.
I feel one's gun on my back,
"What's your name, punk?'
I gulp, before I I choke the words that will take my life.
"Peeta," I whisper "Peeta Everdeen."
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There it is. Aurlius Chapel, the place of the marriage.
I burst through the doors, the wedding is supposed to start now. Instead I see havoc, cries of "Where's the groom?"
I see even Aimmee herself is run around, holding up her white gown up with her hands.
"Calm down!" she screams! "Please everybody, just calm-"
There's a loud bang, before Aimmee falls to the ground, a glorious red patch in the back of her white dress.
There are screams from around the room, as more bullets come, shooting more people at random.
Then they appear. Two tall, thin men who have Peeta's arms. They force him too the ground.
"Hello, guests. Today you will witness the assassination of Peeta Everdeen, by request of Coin herself."
Peeta Everdeen?
Then I put the pieces together. The note. The wedding. The rumors of the list.
But then the bullet went through his head.
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Ohhhh a cliff hanger...
I'll do an epilogue if it's requested.
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Sorry to finish this story so quickly, but I honestly got bored :L