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Disclaimer: I still do not own The Hunger Games.
When I wake up the next morning, all I can think about is Ryan. What was he doing, training with the victors? What's the point in that. Why didn't he tell me? No offence to Ryan, but I always thought of him as weak. He was the one who always broke down before the reaping. I was the one who always beat him a training. But that can't be right. Fletcher said he was the only one who had a chance of beating him. I have to talk to Finnick. I get changed into clothes that were left in my bedroom, and walk out of my room.
Lucky for me, Finnick is already up. "Good morning, Cara." he says, before he even looks up. "What was Ryan doing with the victors? Training, I mean. Why didn't he tell me?" Finnick merely nods. "Come here, Cara." I walk over to him, cautiously. "Sit down." Once I sit down, he whispers in my ear, "It's not safe to talk about this here. Later." I nod, but I'm even more curious now. What can he not talk about here?
I sit at the table, and see a whole variety of food in front of me. I haven't seen half of it before. I put toast on my plate, not sure what to make of the rest. Toast seems so normal. I need normal right now. Mags, Finnick, Sandra, and Fletcher sit down after me. I didn't notice they were up until now. "We'll be in the Capitol in an hour. The interviews are tomorrow night, so we will be training you for them later today. When we reach the Capitol, we'll go straight to where we will be staying. Don't talk to anybody, but don't seem rude either." I nod at Finnick. When we reach the Capitol, there are 'people' waiting outside of the train station, cheering our names. The Capitol citizens have hair and skin dyed every colour of the rainbow, dressed in the craziest outfits I have ever seen. I cringe at their horrible accents. I can't help but smile at the crowd. I wave to them from the window of our carriage. Mags and Finnick nod and smile in approval. Fletcher just looks annoyed. We walk from the train station, into a taxi. We drive to the building we're staying in. We go up the lift until we reach our floor. I look at Finnick. 'Can we talk now?" I ask him. He nods, and gestures me to follow him
We go to the roof. "It's safe to talk here, there are no cameras." I nod. "What was Ryan doing?" He sighs, and starts to explain. "The victors have been training tributes for 2 years now. It may not be very obvious now, but there will be an uprising. We've been training tributes so we will have a good army. We pick out people who we think could change everything, who can start the revolution against President Snow and the Capitol. We try and keep it as quiet as possible, that's one of the reasons Ryan didn't tell you. He was protecting you, Cara. If President Snow finds out about this, anybody involved will die. He'll kill us without a second thought. This is very important, Cara. You can't tell anybody about this." I feel like crying, or laughing. I don't know which. Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now. (Divergent quote. All rights to Veronica Roth) So that's what I do. Finnick just looks at me like I've gone mad. Maybe I have. "Are you okay, Cara?" Finnick walks up and stands beside me. "But Ryan isn't strong! This makes no sense!" I can see Finnick smiling out of the corner of my eye. "He hid that well, didn't he? The tributes we train, they get two options. They either pretend they are weak, and stay hidden. That's what Ryan did. They're the ones who nobody suspects. Or they can choose to volunteer, like Fletcher did. They're the ones who think they can have a big effect on the revolution." Something drops inside of me. "Does that mean Fletcher has to win? That I have to die?" My hands start to shake, but I grab the hem of my t-shirt to hide it." No! Not at all. If Fletcher was the person who will spark this revolution, we would have you both taken out of the arena. The uprising would start when you enter, and we would send in helicopter to take you out." I'm slightly reassured, but still not sure. "Finnick, promise me you won't get me killed because of this." He nods. "I promise, Cara." We go back to our floor after that. I really hope I get to see Ryan again..
A/N: Again, thank you for your reviews. It means a lot. I hope this chapter was a bit longer then the last two. :)