Chapter Two: Revenge
Okay, so as you can tell the characters in this book I have made. I will reference (like you saw in Chapter One) to events that occurred in The Hunger Games and Catching Fire (which I am in the middle of). Please review as I would like to know if there is anybody reading! Thanks!
I was starving, and since I can't cook all too well myself, I was ecstatic to see all of the wonderful food laid out for us in the mayor's dining room. I took a look at the two tribute's faces. Their eyes were bulging, and I wouldn't be too surprised if they fell right out of their sockets to the floor as the steam from the smoked chicken wings – that smelled oh so good – rose up in between them.
Before I could pick up a fork and knife to start on the garden salad, their faces were covered in mashed potatoes, gravy, butter and rolls. 'Stupid kids' I thought 'It'll be a shame to watch them both die. Even with new rule established, the careers will be teaming up with each other and obliterating half of the competition in the opening battle.'
"Eat it slow, savor it." I said irritated by the kids' behavior.
"Let them be kids," Pink Sherwood told me, sitting to my left "Surely you remember having your first big meal?"
'Stupid Capitolists! Used to great meals all of the time! They have no idea what is like living on almost nothing!' I thought. I didn't respond to her comment. I instead finished my garden salad and started on my lasagna. I looked up to see Hendric's brown, hating eyes staring at me from across the table.
"What is it, boy?" I asked, wiping tomato sauce from my goatee. He didn't answer. I looked over to Stephanie even though it killed me. Those blue eyes and long blonde hair went so perfectly together.
"Jo – Stephanie," I began, almost saying her mother's name "Do you know how to get through to this clearly dark boy." She shook her head a few times rapidly, her eyes went big. She looked from me to Hendric, as if making sure he wasn't looking at her – and he wasn't.
"My mother's told me about you," she said, changing the subject "She said you two had dated before you had been chosen for the games." My eyes, who were originally glaring into Hendric's, snapped back to Stephanie's. "Is it true?" she asked.
"Your mother's very truthful," I said 'Yeah, until she cheated on you with your father.' I wanted to say "And smart." 'And beautiful and nice and absolutely perfect.' "Did she tell you about the part after the games?"
She nodded. I sighed. I looked at Hendric again, who still glared at me. "Seriously, kid, what's your problem?"
"You remind me of him," he said, showing no emotion through his expression or voice "The Gamemaker who killed my uncle."
"Well, I'm no stupid Capitolist. So drop the glare and keep eating." I said. When I looked at Pink to see her reaction of me degrading her people, I was almost blinded by her dress's pink shade. The chandelier's light reflected on her dress. Outside, the light was dimmer so I hadn't noticed it.
"You should really tone it down on the pink." I said. She had made no reaction to my statement about the Capitolists.
"You have to stand out if you are to survive." she said. I didn't know if she was talking to Stephanie and Hendric or to me.
We continued to eat in silence. When the desert came, I asked Hendric "Why did they kill your uncle?" He stopped eating but didn't respond for what felt like hours.
"His sister – my mother - Kathryn, was a criminal," he finally began "They were both selected for the games. During the opening ceremonies, they arrested Kathryn for robbing the mayor's house of food and money. My uncle tried to help her escape, but was captured and locked up as well. The next day, a Gamemaker came to sentence my mother to death, for somewhat ruining the games. My uncle told them to kill him, not my mother. So he listened.
My mother was released after the games and had me. All I'm here to do is to avenge my uncle's death. I'm here to win and tell President Snow a thing or two about running this country."
'Of course, the 6st Hunger Games.' I thought.
I looked over to Pink, hoping that she didn't hear the last part of Hendric's speech. The boy should know better than talking like that in front of a Capitolist. "I agree, the Capitolists aren't running things right around here."
"Oh shut up," I yelled "You're a Capitolist you bigheaded woman!" I wouldn't be surprised if steam was coming out of my ears like an old cartoon – I was that angry at her.
"Not all escorts are from the Capitol," she said "Remember the 57th Hunger Games? The one before your's? When District Seven won? That was me." she stated. She stood up "I'll see you all tomorrow!" she said and then she was gone.