(A/N) Omg, I am so sorry I haven't uploaded a new chapter for ages. I've just had like one thing after another and I've got exams coming up, which I know is a crappy excuse so I will try and work around it... In the meantime I've been reading around (Yes, I'm a book whore, I go to bed every night with a different book.) so hopefully my writing is better. Anyway... seriously, if I leave it this long again feel free to come and shoot me, I don't deserve the title of fangirl. So yeah... this chapter features some seriously Badass vixen, although I prefer her hacking bit.
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The morning arrives, bringing with it a cricked neck and a note from Cato. It is short and not exactly sweet, but then again, 100% Cato. In it he advises me not to mention our little meeting to anyone. In this I understand. Whilst Cato is from district two and has the option of getting through the Games on pure brute strength, growing up in district five has given him a sly trait and a quick mind too. If we were seen together, it would make him seem like a little girl, and ruin my reputation as a lone wolf. Of course, Alliances with Thresh may hinder my plans, but I still aim for a purely tactical relationship with him.
Straightening out my spine, I reach up and grab onto a vine to pull myself up. Said Vine detaches itself from the wall I was leaning against, and once more I am left on the floor with a now torn note, cricked neck and a refreshing (Not) addition of a sore and bruised Bum. Standing up on my own this time, and vowing to murder any vine that comes across my path, I cast a last withering glare at the vine and notice something: a black gleam catches the sunlight, and I am immediately on full guard. Darting over to it, I whip out a hairgrip and start to peck away at the silicone seal around the edge of the lens, and levering out the hard glass. Inside is a camera.
Fuck.
The first thing I think of is that this can't be re-seen. I take a deep breath and rip the camera from the wall. Using a flat end of my hair grip, I screw out a lid and press a series of buttons.
view
last
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training_day#3
Yes, that was yesterday, training day number 3. As I zoom through the day in fast forward, I slam to a halt when Clove and Marvel come into view. Marvel is following her around like a lost puppy. Clove is pacing.
"Everything is not going to plan. Cato is distracted by that little irritating bitch. And the worrying thing is that she's about as good as me with the knives..." I smile, Vixen 1, Clove nil, "Glimmer thinks that I fancy you so she won't doing anything I say..." "But you do, don't you?" Marvel gasps and clove snaps out of her reverie, "Yes, yes of course..." she says distractedly, mollifying Marvel," and the slag on fire is a very real threat to... Our survival. Her only weakness is that Boy from her district, Phillip or whatever his name is. We need to target him. He seems very susceptible to an easy way out. We can... oh! We can use him to find her. If he doesn't comply, we can just neutralise him or something. Perhaps with your spear Marvel?" I feel sick to the stomach while Clove laughs evilly. She manipulates everyone she sees and cares about nothing but herself. I carefully delete the evening and replace it with footage from the night before. Still thinking about Clove and Peeta I delete today's recording, set the footage from the last week on loop and sneak out of the rooftop area.
Taking the fire escape route down the levels, I bump into Peeta. I can't just let Clove murder him. This is what separates me from Clove. I possess a conscience.
"Peeta," I hiss. He looks shocked, but turns to face me. "Peeta, we have to talk," he smiles weakly at me.
"If this is about Katniss-"he starts but I cut him off,
"No, Peeta listen to me, it's about your life, yours and Katniss's" his head snaps up, "It's Clove, you know clove from district two?-" I hear footsteps approaching and see a slightly hung over Haymitch Abernathy, and I take a step back,
"Meet me on the roof, 7:30, tonight. Tell no one" He nods and I brush past his shoulder just in time to avoid being seen by Peeta's mentor.
I stroll into the eating area for district five and Spennyth looks up from the Avox he's been looking up and down all morning to exclaim at me
"Miss Montgomery! Where in Panem have you been? You know full well that the training is assessed today, and yet you spare no thought as to how you may want to prepare for it! Honestly, in all my time as an escort, I-"
"Save it Spennyth, if I'd have cared about what you had to say or do, I would have been fine with you trying to stare up my skirt or down my shirt, but unless it didn't occur to you, I OBJECT!" I stalk off, grabbing a green apple from the breakfast bar.
At 10 I make my way down to the training area, and sit immobile on the bench in the waiting area. An old scripture from the last world that I bought on the black market tells me to imagine the sea waves crashing upon the shore, and Birds singing. It is an old process formerly known as meditation. Of course, I'm sure it would have been easier to do that if I'd have ever heard waves on a shoreline before coming to the Capitol, but I don't know. I know very little about the last world, the same as anyone, as it was destroyed in earthquakes and hurricanes and floods and tsunamis and meteors. The only way humans survived was the underground bunkers made to protect people in times of War...
"Vixen Montgomery"
I'm up.