AN: Here it is! So after that mysterious ending, you figure out why Evelynn was so scared of the mysterious name that was called. See if you can recognize the name from Chapter 1. Enjoy, and sorry for the late update!
Disclaimer: All rights go to Suzanne Collins! Only my creativity belongs to me!
"Marx Feelds!"
My eyes were wide and I inhaled sharply when they called his name. My knees buckled slightly as he walked up on the stage. I realized I was holding my breath. I tried to let it go, but I didn't really succeed much.
"Any volunteers?" Fredric asked enthusiastically. The same silence as before befell the city.
"District 12, here are your tributes! Wish them luck!" Fredric announced and they were taken off the stage after which they would be taken to the Justice Building to accept visitors.
They killed him right before my eyes. How could he be here? I mean. They did kill him, didn't they? He looked dead to me. The machine that held his pulse was silent. But what if they revived him some way? Was that what happened? The Capitol was the Capitol, after all.
But no. It wasn't right. He was supposed to be dead. His dead body got thrown into the flames, along with my feelings and past. The past can't catch up with me now. Not now. Not ever.
"Do you think we should visit them? Just to be nice," Mae said kindly.
"No!" Anders and I exclaimed at the same time.
"I mean, I don't think it's such a good idea. It will just make them see their grim situation clearer," I said.
"All right…"
"Stop!" Everyone turned towards the stage. There were four Peacekeepers on there. "The tributes have demanded the presence of two people at the Justice Building! Evelynn Lorence and Anders Wescott! Come forward!"
I was frozen. I couldn't move. Anders grabbed the crook of my elbow and helped me to walk away from the crowd. I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. A small squeak escaped my mouth as I got pulled back.
"Hey! Let her go!" Anders yelled. He was being held by a Peacekeeper too.
"I don't think so. Both of you were requested. You have to come with us," one of them said. Mae was about to start arguing.
"Don't worry. We'll find our own way back. Just go home," I told her reassuringly.
The Peacekeepers took us to a car. They threw us inside on the backseats and then they got in the front and drove. We got to the Justice Building quickly, and they pulled us forcefully out of the car. They took us inside and took us in a lobby with two doors. One of them had a plate that said Melanee Havenshaw and the other door had a plate that said Marx Feelds. I started heading towards the girl tribute's door, but the Peacekeeper pulled me back.
"Wrong door, girly," he said in a gruff voice he shoved me towards Marx's door. I looked back at Anders and then slowly walked towards the door and opened it.
There was only a red velvet couch in the middle of the red carpeted room. And lounging on that red velvet couch was Marx. He looked older somehow, like all the torture and, well, dying took a toll on him. But when he saw me he smiled. But it wasn't one of those warm smiles that he used to give me before this whole mess, it was a possessive and mischievous smile. It slightly scared me.
"I heard you tried putting up a fight when they brought you here," he said.
"Word gets around fast nowadays, doesn't it?" I responded.
"It seems so. I also heard that some boy put up a fight for you too."
I didn't respond.
"So it's true. You've replaced me."
"Replaced is hardly the correct word," I snapped. You abandoned me! Did you think of trying to get in touch with me after you, oh, you know, came back to life? Did you even think of me? Trust me, replaced is the wrong word for it. More like, moved on."
"Still have strong feelings for me, Evelynn?"
"Go to hell."
"Ooh, touchy," he said. Then he stood up and walked over to me. "They used a machine that stopped my heart for a short while. That short while was enough time for them to tamper with the pulse counter and make it seem like I was truly dead and beyond help. They wanted to intimidate you."
"I didn't even know if you were alive, because I was pretty sure you were dead, and I still tried to make sure that they didn't do anything horrible to you. I tried to reach Jayne and Tomas even. Or did you forget about them, too? If you were alive, why didn't you even try to reach us? Do you have any idea how much they tortured me because I just tried?" I told him.
"It wouldn't have worked, that's why I didn't try," he said.
"Yeah, I knew that, too."
"Evelynn, forgive me. I want to make it up to you," he said gently, putting his hand on my arm. I shook him off violently.
"Don't even touch me," I told him venomously. "You're going to die. Do you have any idea what they in store for you in that arena. You hurt me and I guess now you're paying for it."
"You're being stupid."
"I've always been like this. And you know it. Or have you just always thought I was stupid?"
"All that imprisonment changed you, Ev. This isn't you."
"Yeah, well guess what? All of that imprisonment change you, too. Except it changed you for the worse."
"Yeah, well I didn't go off and fell in love with someone else!" He snapped. I quieted and stared at him with wide eyes. There was a great silence in the room, until I spoke.
"I don't know how I could have ever loved you."
"Ev, no–" But it was too late. I was walking out. Then, I stopped and turned to face him.
"Remember when they had to evacuate us all because of that fire? That was me. I tried to melt the bars so I could find you. Did you ever do something like that?"
"Ev, I told you–" I cut him off.
"It wouldn't have worked. SO why bother trying to reach the person you love, right?" And with that I walked out the door.
The lobby was empty for several seconds, and then Anders walked out of the other door. He looked upset and deep in thought. Then, he snapped out of it and his face warmed as he looked at me. He smiled a bit and put his arm around my waist.
"Let's head home. This place is too sad," he said. I nodded.
"I think Mae is making bread. I haven't had bread in a while," I said as we exited the Justice Building and the cold wind hit us. He brought me closer to keep me warm.
"Neither have I. It will be a good treat," he said.
And while I couldn't help to agree with him, my mind was reluctant to leave other, more depressing, places.
Whoa, Evelynn has boyfriend issues! What is she going to do about that?
What to review on:
-Seriously, who is Melanee Havenshaw?
-Wow, the Capitol is really hi-tech... But seriously, what was Marx's issue?
-Marx or Anders? (maybe the next chapter will chapter will change your mind... who knows?)
-If you were Marx, would you have tried to reach Evelynn?
Next chapter will come soon... I hope!
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