As they rode through the streets, there were lights everywhere, but none were as bright as the two district twelve tributes in there flaming glory. Katniss looked over to see Peter waving merrily, practically bouncing in his seat. Katniss, at the very least, had to smile at that. Anyone who really knew Peter would know that this was how he acted every day, always the optimist. Believing a little duck tape could fix anything.
And so, throughout the parade, neither tribute from district 12 so much as grimaced. When they arrived at the building they would be staying at until the games started, the president greeted them from a balcony over head. While Katniss was polite enough to wave back, Peter stuck his tongue out!
"You really shouldn't have done that" Katniss stated, noticing his actions.
"Oh well, it's not like they can kill me or anything" Peter smiled.
To this, Katniss had no answer.
Katniss knew she should be wary of him, this little boy who could do extraordinary things and wasn't afraid. But she just could not bring herself to it. For all she knew he could already be plotting her demise, but he was just so small and innocent looking.
The tributes were brought up to the tower were they and their teams were to stay until the games begin. Each district had its own floor, and each tribute had their own suite complete with a master bath and small living room. As soon as Peter was left in his room, he walked to the door. Finding it unlocked, he opened it and crept to the elevator. From there he went to the floor Wy got off on, and found Wy yelling at her mentor.
"But why can't I bring my bunny into the arena!" exclaimed Wy.
"You should be focused on saving your own life, not taking care of your bunny" her mentor yelled back, her face on fire.
"but…but…but…"Wy looked on the verge of tears. When she turned away to pout, she noticed Peter.
"Peter~!" she yelled, tackling him to the ground. "So what's the plan?"
"Well, I figured we would…uhhh…"
"So basically we're winging it, again."
"yep!"
WY could only face palm.
A cough in the background brought the two's attention back to Wy's mentor.
Wy stuttered, hastily climbing off of Peter and helping him up.
"Who's this?" asked Wy's mentor, staring at Peter.
"Uhm…uhm…Peter…?" Wy stuttered out.
"Well, perhaps Peter should return to his room," stated the mentor. If looks could kill, Peter would be dead on the spot. Peter shivered before turning tail and sprinting to the elevator. However, just as he got to the elevator he heard from behind him "While I think it's wonderful that your making allies, you must not get attached. If you want to live, he will have to die. And for the last time, you cannot take your bunny into the arena!"
Those words haunted Peter as he stayed awake that night. He just couldn't fall asleep despite the wonderful bed, nice room and clean clothes. Perhaps it was actually because of all these nice things that he couldn't sleep. Even when his prince was still reigning he had slept on a cot in a small leaky bedroom.
So he lay there, trying to think up a plan out of this. Then he remembered something England had once told him. Humans couldn't kill them by only injuring their physical bodies.
With a new plan in mind, Peter finally fell asleep.
Ok soooo if any one is reading this, please tell me if I should continue. I'm honestly thinking of abandoning it. However, if one person reviews saying I should continue, I will.