Hi everybody! I know it's been a long long time since I updated, but there were loads of things happening around here. Plus my CIE boards are just a few days away! Sorry for the wait! Now on with the story.
Disclaimer: Do I even have to go through with this?!
Recap:
I tried to recall how my parents could take care of me and Finn even though they were going through nightmares and flashbacks. I wish I didn't jeopardise my family in any way. A tear slid down my touched up cheek. I guess loneliness was pretty good, for now.
"Hey! Don't touch me!" I heard a male voice yell. So much for being lonely and content.
IRIS' P.O.V
The guards opened my door again and threw someone in; I wasn't able to distinguish exactly who they had thrown in, but I was guessing he was from the capitol.
"You've got company now princess," The first guard said, "Have fun kids." They both walked off laughing like the hyenas that they were.
I looked towards my left, where they'd thrown the capitol boy, and I noticed a small shining orb right where his eye should've been. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice a bit scratchy after all the tears that I'd shed.
"Just someone," He said, his eyes glistening in the dark, like a cat ready to pounce, "But I know who you are. You're the mocking jay's daughter aren't you?" His voice sounded troubled as he spelt out every word slowly.
"You could say that." I said, tearing my eyes away from him.
Silence followed, with the boy staring at me, while I squirmed under his intense gaze.
"So, what's your name?" I asked, trying to break the ice.
"Nice of you to ask, most people just tend to ask which year I won in." He said, slightly smirking, his eyes never leaving me.
"I barely watch the games." I said gravely. "The whole kill-to-survive thing just kind of puts me off."
"Me too, sadly we aren't asked about our likings when they throw us in." He said coldly, leaning back onto the wall, and finally looking away from me.
I sighed, and since I knew I wasn't going to get an answer out of him sooner, I went back to hoping my family was okay right now.
PEETA's P.O.V
Sometimes I believe that Iris had completely gone on me, with her way with words, and her sweet attitude I always believed she'd got most of her genes from me. But today, with her heroic display against the president, I'm pretty sure she'd grow up to be just like Katniss.
After her speech, the guards towed her away towards the prison. I wasn't going to allow this and staring up at the revolting capitol people, or should I say a few persons, I guess I wasn't the only one.
I walked up to the huge president who sat on the Ivory fitted chair, trying to look even more suspicious and malicious than he already did.
Before I could say anything, Katniss beat me to the punch. Literally. She was currently holding a knife around his throat.
"Get my daughter out." Her voice sounding so intimidating, that even I couldn't stop the shiver running down my spine.
"She just gave a spark to the already rising rebellion, what do you think I should've done?!" He whisper-yelled, fear evident in his blue eyes.
"I don't care what you should have done, let my daughter-"
"HEY! Leave her alone!" I yelled at the officer who had taken hold of my wife, and after a quick stride, punched him off of her.
"Thanks," She whispered smiling, and then turned to find the coward president missing.
"Great." I thought out loud, rolling my eyes.
"My sentiments exactly," She said sighing, "Let's get to Iris first, Haymitch has Finn."
BLAZE's P.O.V
I was currently stuck in a pathetic prison room; with the daughter of the two people I detest the most. I seriously love my life. Not.
"Nice speech, by the way." I whispered. I'd been itching to ask her about her reason behind going against the districts since I entered the room, but I'd kept quiet. I guess I just couldn't take it anymore.
"Uh thanks." She said, her gorgeous grey eyes looking at me suspiciously. Gorgeous? Did I just call her eyes gorgeous? What's wrong with me!
"Why'd you-" I tore my eyes away from her beautiful ones- what the hell is wrong with me! And, embarrassed, tried to ask her again, "-Why'd you go against your family?"
She frowned, biting her cute pink lips. I seriously need a psychiatrist. "I never went against them," She said, her voice cold, "Everything I said was something they'd all been thinking since a long time."
I raised my normal eyebrow, "Then why did they start the revolution against the capitol?" I asked gravely.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She said smiling as sweetly and innocently as a two year old kid would, but I knew she wasn't really that small from her size right?
Crap! Am I really thinking about this?! I felt my face grow warm.
I sighed frowning, "How about I tell you my name, and you'll tell me why your parents started the war?"
She sighed, "They thought Panem would be a better place without the rule of president snow. They thought we'd live a better life that way, they weren't expecting this."She sneered.
"Oh, the whole thing ended up not how they thought it would?" I asked, astonished, "What a waste." I scoffed, hate blazing through my eyes.
"Like you know a thing about how much pain they all still went through." She said scrunching her eyebrows.
"Just ask your parents; maybe they'll let you know just what you're accusing me of." My voice sounded much colder than I intended it to be, but it served her right.
Her eyes went wide over my sudden mood-swing. "How about you tell me your name?" She said softly, her eyes trying to look anywhere in the prison but at me.
I sighed, already regretting my outburst. "Its-"
Before I could say another word the two people responsible for the death of my parents broke down the prison door. "Come on, you too." And we swiftly made our way out of the room.
