Painted Words, Piercing Paragraphs
Option D
By: KaKaVegeGurl
Author's Note:
Option C is an alternate of Option A. And Option D is an alternate of Option B. Sense making?
THIS IS NOT AN EPILOGUE. XP
There will be construction on my website, which involves this story.
If you haven't read Option c's AN, I will give you this input:
In the Chapters 9, you would see my review response to one BarryTrotter. You could go back and read it but I'll just put it here. I said:
"Yer suggestion fer book 3 makes me cry, because the two options are already picked. BUT, BUT, of course there's a 'but'. Who said I wouldn't consider a... dun, dun, dun... OPTION C?"
Yeah, that's been in Chapters 9 since I posted them. Surprising what you can skip up, eh? There's things like that everywhere too. In review response you can't see just as well. XP Me, being sneaky.
And still, remember that the interview is after the epilogues, please feel free to submit any questions or requests, anything at all, and I will be very happy to answer them in it. You can send by way of pm, e-mail, facebook, or twitter. You can request scenes that are missed and you wanted to see, or even completely alternated scenes between different characters. You can ask questions about anything from this story, or my original werk. You can ask about my history, really. Anything's up fer grabs.
Thank you all so much fer reading, hope you enjoy these little shorts! Please continue, enjoy and have a nice steaming cup of yaoi!
~KaKaVegeGurl (A)
Question of the Week:
-Current Week: What's yer favorite color?
-Week 8: ODD Pairing, guilty pleasure of Hunger Games? Mine is... Oy, gosh, have to admit it now that you've all answered. Haymitch and Katniss... DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! I'M WRITING A PEETA/KATNISS FIC. T-T
-Week 7: Preppy names? Too many to list. _
-Week 6: School colors? Red, White, Gray.
-Week 5: Noname, to be a hopeless romantic like Peeta? Not so much.
-Week 4: Tall? Yes
-Week 3: His clique in school? First a nobody, then a somebody/Jock.
-Week 2: Gender of the Main Character? Male.
-Week 1: Original story by me, Genre? Future/not Earth, School based story. JUST AS MATURE AS THIS FANFIC. Thorough and broaching topics such as: Divorcing, Drugs, Suicide, Anorexia, Bullies, Status Quo, Rape, Sibling Rivalry, Teen Pregnancy, Popularity and many, many more things. If you have other ideas feel free to suggest.
Review Response:
To the Anonymous reviewers, time fer love...
No name review from Chapter 2: "I don't know what yer saying. /hug Was there suppose to be a link there?"
Side Notes:
Hear me
I'm cryin' out
I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down
Find me
I'm lost inside the crowd
It's getting loud
I need you to see
I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me
The Falling Sky
"I still feel like I'm fighting for you now. And it's been months."
"It wouldn't be called 'living' if I lost you. Surviving, maybe. Struggling, more accurate. But still not quite it. I would have nothing to live for anymore."
"Chaff?" I ask, looking around in fear and astonishment, "What are you doing?"
"I'm on your side," he whispers quickly.
I decide to lower my bow, in an attempt to tease him into acting out against me, "Why?"
He opens his mouth when a loud sound from back at the lightening tree startles us both and we look around to see that Beetee has attempted to throw my dagger at the force field, and instead, been blown back off of his feet. Immediately afterwards, the metal line running into the forest ahead, where Johanna and Finnick (and Katniss) have went, goes slack.
Chaff touches my shoulder and whispers, "Quick now, Peeta. Give me your hand."
I turn back, "What?"
"Your hand, give me your hand!"
I stretch it out to him and he pulls a knife from his belt, "I just need to get the tracker out."
"Tracker?" I ask and he nods.
He stabs the knife in and my body shudders, I fight not to move, tears blurring my vision as he tries to comfort me, "Yes, the tracker. It's–"
"Peeta!" I turn at the sound of Katniss's voice.
"Katniss!" I shout back to her, looking around in the direction she's coming from, "Katniss!"
"Wait!" Chaff shouts, and holds my arm tighter.
A cannon sounds, rocking through the jungle and I could swear that even the ground shuddered at it. My heart skips a beat. "Katniss!"
And there's no response.
Chaff lets my arm free and throws the tracker away, "Let's go!"
I nod, ignoring the searing, screaming pain in my arm, ignoring the trickling blood as I run through, grabbing my bow back up and stringing an arrow.
Adrenaline coursing, heart pulsing in my ears, I stop as Chaff shouts in pain suddenly and falls forward into me.
"Chaff!" I hiss, grabbing him to stop his fall. I turn to guard his body when a blade swipes out at my face, catching my upper cheekbone.
"I've been waiting to take you down, Star-crossed lover boy."
I look back to see Enobaria, standing red-faced and panting just a step in front of me. Before she can say anything else I, being much taller, larger, and stronger then her, stand upright and slam my fist down into her nose. I reach around as Chaff hands me his knife, then I turn back to the wounded girl at my feet and stab it into her forehead.
Her body wriggles at the action against her and then she's limp, dead. Eyes staring up at me. And the cannon announces her passing.
I look at Chaff again, "Are you still with me?" I ask, "Where did she get you?"
"Just my side," he rasps, "it's alright, I think."
I lean down to take a look when a bright blue light ahead of me appears. I have less then a second to think, what now? And the world around me explodes.
Chaff and I are thrown back off our feet, he lands his elbow in my gut when we fall and I gasp, choking on air. My head hits hard on a rock behind me and I'm knocked for a loop, eyes rolling, mind whirring, as I struggle to stay awake.
My head pounds, annoyed at me. The adrenaline is escalating and everything I hear is so sharp. There's an odd strong wind sound, powerful, and high above. The trees around me are alive with ruffling, someone's trying to shake me and scream at me. But the sound I hear most is fear. Katniss's screams are still here and the cannon seems to be going off everywhere. I open my eyes as the fireworks start up in the sky, and I can't quite see straight.
Chaff gets up and helps me to my feet, he then points above us and I look to the sky.
Before I can ask what it is I see a large claw come down from... I think it's a helicopter, it's what they use to take away bodies. But neither Chaff, nor I, are dead.
I'm about to jump back when it opens wide and catches me up, lifting me off of the ground.
With flailing arms, madly trying to escape, bloody fists gripping at the claws, metal pulling tight as my weight struggles against it, I look down to see Chaff smiling up at me.
The trees begin to fall away and I see the Lightening Tree, flashing violently. I look up again as the door of the hovercraft I'm being pulled into reaches me, arms reach out to grab me, pull me slowly inside.
My feet reach solid ground again and Plutarch Heavensbee smiles wide.
"Calm down, Peeta," he says as he moves forward and helps me to sit, "Relax."
I look around the people in the helicopter and don't see any other Tributes, "Where's Katniss? Where is she?"
Plutarch nods and a needle is pressed into my neck from someone at my side.
I turn, grab the man's wrist to stop him, and feel all sense of power leave me. My body slows, vision going out, hand releasing and falling down at my side.
And then all sense of fear and concern leave me.
Ending Notes:
Please read the Author's Note if yer confused. Or hell, ask me. XP The Author's Note, however, is not just there to look nice, promise.
Reviews are loved.
~KaKaVegeGurl
