Hi everybody, as usual, I have something I feel like saying before the chapter officially begins. I'm sure some of you are ignoring this completely, but to those of you who aren't ignoring this and are actually reading it, thank you. I appreciate it. What I wanted to say was that I made a story fan quiz to tell me if you're a serious fan, or just reading and not paying attention. There's only one rule- you can't look into this story for help. You have to remember things from this story without going back. It isn't that hard if you've been reading this. Send me a PM or tell me in your review that you want to take the quiz. Thanks! And wedding dresses are still being accepted. So send me one or two cool ones or ones that are just so outrageous that you think they would be worn by someone in the Capitol. Either way, I need some submissions! I found that submitted the links in a PM and most of the time in a review doesn't work, so if you need to send me a dress link, send it to the e-mail address on my profile with the subject WEDDING DRESS LINK. Just so I know what it is. I just created the address today, and it's only for fan fiction stuff, so I won't check it unless I know that someone is sending me something. So let me know if you are. Thanks again! Just a warning, this is going to get really long. Sorry in advance. OK, here's the chapter. Enjoy!
Logan POV-
I didn't know that boy with the white hair was so…persuasive. What did he say his name was? Miklisho. That's the one. When he came up to me and asked if he could go see Elizabeth, I shook my head, and then he started scribbling on a piece of paper, writing that he couldn't speak because the Capitol made it so he couldn't. I had no idea he was an Avox. Then he told me he wasn't, so I guess it's not true and I suck at making assumptions. I have no idea why he can't speak, but when it's the Capitol, it's a mystery. They can do anything. What convinced me was that he told me the reason he was here was because he wanted sex from Liz. He was so forward, so unafraid to just come out into the open and say it, and it connected into something from my past, which is why I let him go ahead. What can I say? I was persuaded by his case.
My name is Logan Rolland, or at least it was until people stopped caring. I am 16 years old, and I was made an Avox one year ago. I was from District 1, and not to brag, but I was extremely popular. With my blond hair, high cheek bones and muscles, it was no surprise I was a chic magnet and loved by everyone. It was Prom night, and I was standing there patiently, sort of, for when they announced that I was Prom King. My girlfriend, named Lexi, was running for Prom Queen, and we were both convinced that we would win together.
We had stood there, and later that night we had planned to go into our school's out of order bathroom, clean as heck because nobody used it, for a heavy kissing session and some sex. We were both virgins, and we were ready to change that. We were in love.
The principal announced that she had won Prom Queen, and I was so ready to stand up there next to her. But they announced that some other guy named Matthias had won, and he was Prom King with Lexi. They were crowned and they went to have their first dance together. At that point, I was mad, but I was fine as long as I got what I had really come for. Matthias wrapped his hands around Lexi, and she respectfully put her hands around his neck, like anyone is supposed to when slow dancing. But then Matthias leaned toward her and kissed her long and hard on her perfect lips. And she didn't stop him. But I didn't care. We were going to have sex later. She wouldn't do that with him. Their dance ended, and I went to Lexi. We kissed a little, and then she announced that she wanted to go redo her makeup and would be back in a few minutes. I waited for her, and waited, and waited. 40 minutes passed, and I was getting suspicious.
I went toward the bathroom and heard Lexi's scream. I had heard her scream a bit when we watched horror movies together, but this was beyond that. Something was happening to her. I ran to the door, and looked inside. Lexi wasn't a virgin anymore. She was sprawled on the floor and her dress was torn and discarded beside her on the floor. Matthias lay on top of her and she was screaming. Pleading with him to stop. Telling him over and over that she had a boyfriend. Begging him to stop because he was hurting her. I wouldn't have made her have sex if she didn't want to. I would have been very careful not to hurt her. I wasn't going to stand for this.
Our school had security guards, since we were in a Career district and there were lots of fights here. I walked up to the guard casually, and pinched a part of his neck where I knew there was a pressure point. I looked through his belt, finding a gun slung in. I picked it up and went back to the bathroom, hiding the gun in my jacket. I walked right in and yelled at Matthias. He stood right up and threatened to punch me hard enough to leave me in a coma for a month. I had been threatened before. That wasn't the reason I pulled the trigger. He had crossed the line, raping Lexi.
I shot him dead and Lexi and I ran away as fast as we could. For 2 weeks I was safe and sound, and Lexi had sworn to me that she would never tell that I had killed him. One week later, the police found me. They brought me to the station as a missing boy, because that's what people had thought. And then when I thought I was off the hook, I saw Lexi walk in wearing the biggest smirk I'd ever seen. We reunited, and she told the police I had raped her. Not even close to true. But the police let me go when they didn't believe her, and I was free. I had gotten away with murder. And when I committed another murder that night, that's when I was caught, Lexi's blood smeared on my hands. And they took me to the Capitol, where they made me an Avox. Which sucks, but what sucked even more, and this is a somewhat Capitol secret to this day- the tongues they cut out are preserved in little jars with the person's name on them. So they can sew it back in if they decide an Avox deserves to speak again. Mine was there. I saw it. President Snow himself flaunted it in my face. And I couldn't say anything to defend myself.
Miklisho wanted sex from Liz. And since I couldn't get sex with Lexi, I was making sure that Miklisho can get his. May he be luckier then I was. And let's hope that he doesn't kill her. That would be bad. Then I would be dead for sure. But nobody blames the Avox….
Liz POV-
"Split the V, dot the I, swirl the C, T-O-R-Y! Victory Victory, that's we are, and we're better then you, ha ha LOSERS!" I shout at Luke. He opens his eyes and looks at me, standing there practically naked in my mom's old Panem High cheerleading uniform. Sexy black mini skirt, super tight sports bra like top. "Are you calling me a loser?" He asks with a smile. "No, silly, I was saying we're Victory, and everybody else is losers." He laughs.
"And your cheering at 8am why?" He asks. "Because it would be stupid for me to be wearing a cheerleading outfit if I'm not cheering." I say. He gets out of bed and hugs me close to him. My hands go to his chest and his go to my waist. We kiss a few times and he goes for the edge of my top. "Hey there. That was not part of the deal." I state. He frowns. "That's what our honeymoon is for." I say. His eyebrows go up and down flirtatiously and he goes to kiss me, where I get out of the way and grab a pillow, holding it with one hand behind my back. I put a hand of his cheek and he goes for another kiss. This time, I whack him hard with the pillow. He laughs and grabs another pillow, smacking me. Soon we're in a fully fledged pillow fight and we are laughing our heads off.
I hear footsteps in the hall and watch as the blond head of the Avox boy peeks in. I look around. Feathers everywhere. "I am so sorry. I'll clean this up." I stammer. He looks at me and smiles. He holds up a hand and waves off what I said. He pulls out a notepad, scribbling on it. He holds it up to me. I'm Logan. And I'll clean this up. My boss will kill me if I don't do something for a change. He's such a loser. "Anyone that makes you do work is a loser. I hate work." I reply. I heard your cheer. Nice outfit. He smiles again. What am I supposed to say to that? I grab a blanket and drape it on my lap, less exposing that way. Logan walks out and I take this opportunity to get an actual shirt on and a pair of leggings under the skirt. There, a little better.
Luke and I go to breakfast and again, I eat a pop tart. I perch it in my mouth and fill up my coffee cup. Luke takes this opportunity to eat part of my pop tart right out of my mouth. I moan and he eats more of it, until our lips are touching. "Well ok then." Vilnius says, coming in next to Luke. "Promise not to tell anyone?" Luke asks him. "Only if you promise not to tell anyone that Argentina and I were having crazy hot sex last night." He smiles a grin and Luke holds up his hand. They high five and I figure that I will never, ever understand guys and their random blurting of information.
"You two need to get to styling right now." Argentina says, coming over in a pair of booty shorts and a tank top. No bra. Wow. Just wow. "Are we really late?" I ask. She shakes her head. "I just need someone to talk to." She says. I get up and follow her to the car, where Algeria, Norlina, Flo, Octavia, and Melody are all sitting around with their arrangement of cigarettes and early morning margaritas. "Want one?" Norlina asks. "Uh, yeah. I'm going to need all the help I can get. I killed someone the boy from District 8, and I have a feeling I'm going to get all aggressive and stuff when we get there. Ooh, please tell me I get to dress aggressive today." I exclaim. Melody sighs.
"Sorry. Not happening. That's what Districts 10 and 11 are for. District 8 makes Peacekeepers uniforms, and you're going to be wearing a play off one of them." I groan and roll my eyes. "Don't worry. It's actually pretty awesome." Octavia says. Flo goes to the bag and pulls out a blue and grey dress, the same colors of a Peacekeeper uniform. Although this has some major changes to it.
The top is striped with blue and grey silk, and the bottom is flowy grey chiffon that looks like it came straight from a storm cloud. It's gorgeous. "It's pretty." I say, acting like I'm bored out of my skull with the dress. Then I start laughing. "Oh my god, who am I kidding? It's beautiful! I love it." I say. "Yeah, we couldn't let you wear something boring in a boring district. Then we wouldn't be helping anyone to remember you." I smile. "I bet Luke has something boring, right? There's no way you could make me this dress and have him wearing something cool too." I say. Vilnius walks in and smirks. "I heard that. And of course we made something amazing for him too."
Algeria pulls out a blue jacket with grey strips sewn in random places, giving it a cool feel. His pants are grey, but the jacket is plenty cool. Luke walks in, sees me sipping my apple Margarita, and takes it away from me. "Hey, what was that for? I needed that." I whine. He crosses his arms.
"Elizabeth Rue Hirsch, what would your parents say about this?" He puts the straw of the margarita in his mouth and takes a huge sip. I pull it out of his hand. "Luke Thresh Mellark, your parents would not approve. Neither would mine." I say. "This is why we should be drinking them. Teenage rebellion is part of our lives. We need to rebel, or we'll die." He reasons.
We each take one more sip and set it down, getting dressed. I was right; the dress looks fantastic on me. My hair is straightened to its full length and then Melody clips in a silver rose with blue and grey sparkle ribbons sprouting from it. Luke puts on his stuff and then gets a silver and blue striped tie and has his blond hair straightened and streaked with gold, bringing out the shine of his hair even more. "You look amazing." Luke says. "I know I do. We both look incredible. And I really hope I get some awesome heels to go with this dress." I respond.
Sure enough, Melody hands me a pair of silver heels, only a 2 inch heel since I'm wearing a long dress that doesn't show off my legs. We get off the train in District 8 and are almost late for our cue when a blond, clueless, dumb as a bag of hair announcer calls our names in a drawling tone. We walk out and people clap politely, but I can tell they would rather be anywhere else right now. The woman hands us our roses and says nothing. I say something quick about Phillipe Snodgrass and his amazing attitude and Leslie Nestern being an amazing example of dedication, neither one of those things being true in the slightest. We walk off and I figure we've been there for all of 5 minutes.
We get back on the train and are told we have 10 minutes to change, because we'll be in District 9 in 15 minutes. My mom snaps our picture for the District and then we're stripping in thr halls and getting our horrible new costumes on for the next stop. Since its food processing in District 9, we're wearing warm colors that look like foody colors. I'm wearing an orange knee length 50's style dress with brown polka dots, complete with white lace gloves, thin eyeliner and a light peach lipstick. Ha! I look like a housewife gone wrong. Luke doesn't look much better in his orange jacket and brown khaki's.
My mom takes our picture before we go on stage, and I am grateful when I am waiting to go on stage. I can tell I am going to be moody and upset when we get done with this. A young man calls us and we walk out, my nearly tripping twice on my huge 6 inch bright orange pumps.
People go nuts when they see us. I would go nuts too- with laughter. But these people are clapping, shrieking and yelling with excitement. I smile and try and gesture for Luke to start. We're talking here. "Your tributes were very…." He starts. "Attractive." I finish. Everyone laughs. "No! No joke, they were so good looking. I wanted to look like Lindi when I saw her, her hair was flawless. And it was always so in place and well…awesome." I say. This triggers more laughter. The guy hands us our roses, which are, surprise surprise, orange.
We go to the area where our parents wait, and I give my rose to Melody. "For making me wear this shit ugly dress, have a rose." I say. She laughs and I smile. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" She says. "No. Orange just isn't my color." I reply. She laughs and we go to get ready for District 10, our last stop for today. This time we have 35 minutes to get ready, plenty of time. I get to be aggressive here. YES! Finally, it's about time.
I get a pair of super duper skinny black jeans and a leather jacket over a forest green camisole. And my hair. My hair gets braided down the side of my head, and it looks like Katniss'. I smile at my reflection. This girl looks like the next Mockingjay. Or their cardinal. Or some other bird. My point is I look like I should be with Katniss. If she was my mother, would life have been different? I don't have time to think.
I'm handed a pair of simple black heels that I put on. I take a practice lap around the train, making sure I won't slip. I don't, so Luke and I go to the square, out of sight from everyone else. Katniss and Peeta join us for the first time today. "You look wonderful." Katniss says to me. "I look like you. And that's awesome. You made this look awesome. I'm just copying it." She smiles a youthful smile. She looks young too. She was 16 when she was in the Games, and she looks as young as she did then in my opinion. Luke and I have attractive parents.
A woman calls us out, and we go out to silence. Complete, total silence. And then it turns into thunderous applause. One row of people at a time. Oh, I was really scared for a second. She welcomes us, we say the district is beautiful, and then we are handed our roses and walk away as fast as my heels can carry me, which isn't very fast at all. My mom snaps a picture of us smiling and looking happy and then we're on the train and we are in our compartment with a make out session. Need I say more? We kiss for a while and then go watch the Valetta Stone show. Nothing unusual. Just talk about a rumor saying I'm pregnant that she disproves quickly.
I click off and go to sleep. When I wake up, it's 9pm, and Luke isn't there beside me like when I fell asleep. I slept right through dinner. And so I decide to keep sleeping. Tomorrow will be the day we go to District's 11 and 12. And then the day after that…is the day this ends. Well, then we go to the Capitol and party all night and I find out if President Snow is pleased or not. And I am going to find out why the hell Miklisho is alive. We called him. Told him there was no reason to have him living. But no, he brings him back. And he's making me life crappy to put it nicely. I need some serious information, and I intend to get it.
I know that this chapter was a bit longer than most of the chapters I've been writing recently. It was 6 pages on my computer in Microsoft Word. Just a random fact. Please, review and let me know your thoughts of this. Tell me what you think is coming next. Send me a wedding dress link to my e-mail address on my profile, or just leave me a long review, or a medium length one. The more the better! I love hearing from all of you, and I really hope that you'll all submit a review. I will write the next chapter as soon as I can, but I have a lot of other commitments, so I may not get it up for a day or two. I promise, I will write things down any time I can to give you all the minimum amount of waiting time. But if you want me to write faster, you need to review and tell me what your thinking. I can't read minds, but I think it would be so cool if I could. And also, I need to ask a question- besides Luke and Liz, who was the best tribute in their Games? In other words, if they didn't win, who would you want to win. And I bed you, keep Miklisho out of this. I know people wanted Miklisho to win. So choose someone other then Miklisho. You can put him into the review, but put someone else in there too. OK, thanks. Talk to you later! PM me! Review! Delicious Love, MrsLukeCastellan
