Katniss

by WizMonCruWil

This story is based on a show I am currently working on: Carlisle Floyd's 1950s American aria, Susannah, which, in turn, is based on the Apocyphal tale of Susannah and the Elders in the Bible. Note: for any lines of dialogue, assume that the characters are singing them. Remember, this is based on an opera. As you might imagine, there are no Hunger Games in this alternate reality.

6. Chapter 6: To Go or Not to Go

Chapter 6: To Go or Not to Go

The next day was the day of Reverend Hawthorne's first sermon. Katniss and Haymitch were on their porch, the former staring sadly off into the distance.

"When is this all going to end, Haymitch?" she asked softly.

"Your guess is as good as mine, little mockingjay," he replied grimly. Pausing in cleaning his gun, he shifted off of the porch railing. "I think you should go to that meeting the preacher's holding."

"Oh, please don't make me go, Haymitch! I couldn't bear it!" Katniss begged, almost wanting to cry again.

"I have to go into the mountains to set my traps. We need food for this week. Besides, I'd feel much better knowing you were there and safe, than here."

"They'll all make me confess! They'll belittle me! I can't stand it!" Katniss cried.

"I need to know you're safe!" Haymitch snapped. "I'll leave a gun with you. I'll be back tomorrow by sundown."

Katniss relented, nodding slowly. "All right, Haymitch, I'll go. But if it gets out of hand, I'm leaving. They can't make me stay."

Haymitch nodded. "All right, little mockingjay, and I'll be much obliged. I'll be back tomorrow by sundown. You won't have time to miss me." He kissed her forehead sweetly, slung his gun and rucksack over his shoulder and headed off into the wilderness, his niece gazing after him.