A/N – Hello friends, I'm sorry for the late update! I know it was quite a while. I had kind of a writing blockade and then I got involved in a car crash (no, it was not my fault and no, no one was severly injured. ;) ) I had to spent two days in the hospital and in there I decided to start another story for when I have a little bit trouble to continue with Nym and Cinna. Remember how I mentioned Nyms good friend Renn from '5? well you can read more about him and his time in the arena during the 72nd annual hunger games now :) Anyhow, I hope you enjoy the new chapter in which Nym has to deal with the thought of having lost a loved one and we will find out what happened to Cinna!
VampWolf92, Johanna lover, VHS, timber, retro fan, Dacen and Guest: Thank you guys so much for your reviews! They make my day every single one of them and I can't belief that so many people are intrested in Nym and Cinnas story! A big huge thank you to all of you! You guys are amazing! Keep tuned. Did he die? ;) Johanna lover, maybe you want to check out my newer fanfic aswell, the first chapter doesn't involve her as much, but Joanna Mason will play a big role in it. Well, I have been talking waaaaaay to much here! Sorry for this! Happy reading!
Nymeria:
I straightened my shoulders, gave my best to look confident and tried to ignore the aching in my head. The senators satisfied made my blood boil in my veins and I felt the red surge into my face.
I made myself a way trough the crowd of rich citizens. Sponsors that were drinking and laughing, baraining with the mentors. Haymitch was talking to a woman with baby blue locks and a shining lilac suit. When he saw me he followed my gaze and apruptly ended his negotiations claiming that he'd go and fetch her and himslef another drink.
He stepped into my way. "Nymeria Wellsbee." Never had I hear him say my last name. Or the last name I had thought was mine for the last 20 years? After my mom had confessed that Haymitch was my father 3 years ago I had stopped using my last name. He lowered his voice. "What are you implying to do here?" "Questioning my 'father' about what happened to my boyfriend." I snapped more aggresively than neceassary. The blue haired buffoon looked over to us and Haymitch started to laugh and patted my shoulder. When she turned away again he signaled me to follow him to the snack table which was deserted at the moment.
"Are you nuts, girl?" He hissed. "You want to accuse a sentor of a crime that you can't prove he commited in front of Panems richest little pampers? Suizide can be a lot easier." "I need to know if Cinna lives. And I want him to pay for what he did to him." "You can't proove that it was him!" "It was him! I know that it was him!" "Nym, shsshhh." He looked around, making sure that no one was listening. "Nymeria, I beg you, you have a freaking smart brain use it! I understand what you're going trough. I really do. But don't put your life in danger more than it is already, you got beaten up by peacekeepers and were passed out for over 24 hours. We'll find out what happened to Cinna. I promise ok? But use your witts. Don't confront Wellsbee now. Not with your friends in the arena." I turned around and looked at the monster who considered himself my father. He was talking to one of colleagues. A silver haired man with weird, creepy gem implants in his face. I had seem him before but forgot his name. "I won't..." I said to my biological father. "You...you're right. I...it's just...I just want to know if he's alive! I need to know if he's ok!" "Haymitch" blue locks chipped. "We'll talk later." He grabbed two drinks and left me where I was. I placed my head in my palms. "Nymeria!" I turned around. Wellsbee waved at me and signaled me to join his conversation. I grabbed one of the shot glasses and downed it. Bad idea. The headache got worse. I strolled over to the two arm chais in which the senators were seated. "Silvius, do you remember my daughter?" "I think I do my friend." The silver haired man gave me a smile that made the tiny hairs on my neck raise. "I would like to stay and chat but I have some other appointments. I will see you around. Mylady." He saluted and left. "So, did Abernathy try to talk you into some sponsoring." My brain was working like crazy. I almost didn't know how to respond to his question. "Wha..um yeah...yeah he did...but I don't feel like spending money on the hunger games right now..." I bit on my toung to not start yelling at him. I reached for my pocket and pulled my phone out. "Th...thats Venia. Uhm I have to go. I'll see you later." "Sure honey." His voice sounded fake. Dripping like honey. "Hey, your mom and I miss you a lot. Pur weekly dinners and such. Why don't you come over this week? And we can watch the the games together." He smiled. A wicked smile. "Of course Cinna is welcome too." I held my breath. "I'll text her." I said and hurried away. I had to get out. Cinnas flat was not too far from here. I almost ran down the streets fighting my tears. When I reached the building I threw myself against the swing door and rushed upstairs searching my bag for the keys. I was grateful that whoever had found me didn't leave it behind in the launch room. I opened the door and inhaled the well known scent. It smelled like licorice and lavender. A weird combination. I looked around. I grabbed a bottle of white wine from the shelf. All of a sudden I understood Haymitch. I reached for a glass and filled it with the see trough liquid. I heard a loud noise and spun around. The TV was on and showing the games. Ever Capitol TV automatically turned on when the Hunger Games were screened. I fell on the couch slugging some wine. On the little desk next to the sofa was a framed picture. It showed Cinna and I. Happy. Silent tears started running over my cheaks. Please be safe. I thought.
Cinna:
I recided in that dreamy inbetween. That veil between the world of the living and dying. A beautiful place without feelings, without emotions and without pain. It was wonderful. But it didn't last. After an unknown period of something that had felt like a beautiful eternity of peace and wonders, my dreadful reality reclaimed me.
I opened my eyes and all of a sudden an atrocious pain exploded in my head. I tried to move up my hands but they were tied to a chair behind my back. Just now I realized the tight strings which pulled my arms backwards and secured them in an uncomfprtable twisted position.
As my eyes were able to focus again I started to scan my surroundings. I was situated in a completely white room. It didn't seem that big. As I looked down on myself I learned that my clothes had been changed. I was wearing a white shirt and white pants. My feet were bare. I couldn't make out a door in my cell but even if there was one, I couldn't leave anyways. I tried to move my sore body into a slightly more cmfortable position and gasped when I felt an aching pain in my ribs. Where they broken? I started to breath uncontrolled. Panicked. What had actually happened? Where was I? My brain started working again. A million questions popped into my mind. Calm. Calm down Cinna. Anxiety won't help. I told myself. The Capitol. The Hunger Games. 3rd Quarter Quell. Katniss was about to be sent into the arena. And then? A scream. Nymerias screm. And pain. I remembered everything. The events replayed in my head and the memories flooded my mind like an unstoppable wave. The peacekeepers. Dragging Nymeria inside the launch room and starting to chasten me. Beat her. Katniss fighting the glass bulb. Was she still alive? Was Nym alive? What had they done to her? It was my fault. Mine and mine alone. If they hurt her...if they killed her...I couldn't forgive myself. "Argh..." A frustrated cry escaped my lips. Then another thought came to me. Why was I still alive? If the capitol was mad at me for siding with the rebels by turning katniss into the mockingjay then why did they not just smooth me out?
A clicking noise ripped me out of my thoughts. The wall parted and two peacekeepers entered. Answers. Silvius Consus, another of Panems Senators followed them. He was in his fourties, a tall, slender man with sparkling silver hair and beard. His eyes were dark, almost black and red gems were engrafted in his skin next to his eyes. The same gem implants decorated his knuckles. All in all his look was fearstriking. His grey suit was made of cashmere and the cuffs matched his gem implants looking like little drops of blood.
"Good evening Cinna." He smiled a fake ear-to-ear Capitol smile. "Is it evening already?" I blasphemed. "Damn, I will have a load of work waiting for me." His smile got even wider. My eyes found hs. I wouldn't give him the gratification of showing fear. "I see, you haven't lost your humor. One would have thought you would have learned your lesson." "I've alwas been terrible at learning you know? I don't really know how I managed to graduate from school but thats probably why I became a stylist and designer. You don't need to learn, you have to know what you want and carry that into effect. I am pretty good at what I do though." Yes, I can play games too. I thought. Silvius smile froze. In his bug-like eyes I couldn't see anything but hate. "Well, as you see we, the Capitol, are pretty good at what we're doing to.." "At torturing and murdering, you mean?" I interrupted. "yes, you are pretty good at that I think." A short wink of Consus' hand and a peacekeeper slapped me in the face. I tasted blood. "I thought we've been over this already?" I said sarcastically. "If I were you, I'd cut back on my ego. It is neither healthy, nor appropriate." In his voice was something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Was it satisfaction? Victory? "Where am I?" I changed the topic. "In the Capitol." Oh really? I thought. "Well that's precise." I said and the Peacekeepers hand meet my face again. I clenched my fist to not make a noise. "Precise enough for as far as you are concerned. We have a lot of Questions for you, Cinna Williams. Are you willing to answer them?" "well, I have a lot of questions too. Are you willing to answer them?" I countered. He looked amused. "Why would I have a reason to answer your questions? You will talk, one way or the other." If my whole body wasn't aching that bad I would have probably laughed. My expression probably gave that away. "I will be back tomorrow. That will give you time to think about whoom your actions might affect." He smirked and turned on his heels. Nym. Her name shoot into my head immediately. "WAIT!" I gasped. "what have you done to her?" Silvius Consus turned around and gave me a smile. It didn't look fake at all. His sardistic smile made my heart dropped. "We'll talk tomorrow." "NO! NO WAIT!" but the white wall closed behind him and the peacekeepers leaving me to my thoughts, fears and worries again. Please be safe.
A/N ~ Weeeelll, of course he isn't dead. I wouldn't kill THE most amazing character of Panem would I?
here are some questions for you though :)
-anything you particulary liked/disliked about this chapter? Constructive criticism and honesty are encouraged ;)
-What are your thoughts on Silvius?
-What do you think will happen to Cinna?
-Do you think Nym will keep her sainity or will she go after Haymitch and go nuts or fall for the alcohol?
-and last but not least: to add some 'drama' I wanted to give Cinna a last name (It just sounds more threatening ;)) do you think 'Williams' works for him or rather not?
Again, sorry for the late update! I'm looking forward to you guys thoughts on this :)