#10 | Buttercup
The mangy, ugly-colored thing squirmed and screeched and hissed at me, but I kept a firm hold on the fur at the back of its neck and carried it over to the bucket of water. Without hesitating I dunked it into the water, head and all. The thing flailed and splashed, scratched and bit me. The water started to tinge a sinister red with the blood from my now slaughtered arms, but I gritted my teeth and held the cat underneath the water.
That is until Prim came over, screeching about as loud as the thing had been.
"Katniss! Katniss! Don't hurt the kitty!" she cried, pulling at my arms. Tears filled those big crystal blue eyes. "Please, Katniss..." Prim whimpered clutching my arm. Her eyes seemed to get wider and they sparkled with her tears pooling in them.
I glared at the wall for a moment before taking the still struggling thing out of the water—sopping wet and looking like a nasty hairball I'd just pulled from the District 12's sewer that had been accumulating for years—and dropped it into Prim's arms before turning my heal and stalking off, Prim holding it closely to her chest and cooing softly to it.
I flinched when I heard her name it.
Great, everyone knew that when you name something you become attached.
And what a horrible name, too.
"Buttercup."
Thank you for everything,
TheBrightestNight