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Chapter 2- Grim

Katniss

Mockingjay's sounded overhead, waking me up from a quiet sleep. I am startled when I feel a light pressure over my shoulder. I am shocked when I open my eyes and see a man's arm. Then I remember the situation I am in. I remember where I am. I am with Gale. We're running away. As quietly as I can, I let myself escape from Gale's grip. A small groan escapes his lips. "Good morning, Catnip." He sounds tired, but happy.

I let a yawn escape me. "Morning, Gale." We sit there in silence for a moment, letting both of us collect our thoughts and the very few possessions we have. Gale then gets up and I follow. We go the the stream he found yesterday. We fill the small bottles we have with us and we wash our faces and hands. I then take my hair down and wash it in the stream. The cool water feels unpleasantly cold on my scalp, but it wakes me up faster. I braid my hair once again then turn to my companion. "What's the plan?"

He looks at the sky and looks around at our surroundings. "We should be able to make it to District 4 within a week." I nod. Not too terrible.

It really isn't terrible. Gale and I are able to hunt and live off the game we catch, seasoned with herbs I learned about in the woods. The shade of the trees shelter us from the hovercrafts of the Capital and provide home for our meals. Most nights we are able to find a source of water, but the two nights we don't, we are able to chew on mint leaves until we are able to quench our thirst. It takes us six days to be able to smell salt in the air. "We've got to be close to the ocean." He says. Before long, we are able to see the fence to District 4.

I listen for the hum of electricity on the fence. Sure enough, it is here. "How are we going to get in?"

Gale looks around and walks to the edge of the water. About a hundred feet before the water line there is a rubber break in the fence. "Water conducts electricity. The fence in the water cannot be electrified." He inspects the fence further. "We should be able to climb over, but we should get further away from the shore before we do. We don't want to risk anyone seeing us." I nod in agreement, then Gale takes his shirt off, followed by his pants, leaving him in just a pair of boxers.

"What are you doing?" I look away, not wanting to see my friend as exposed as he is.

"Catnip, it isn't like we have any other clothes. I'm putting my clothes in the game bag so they stay dry. It's cold out here and if we are wearing soaking clothes we are likely to get sick. We don't really have the money for a doctor, do we?" I sigh, seeing his point.

"Well, turn around real quick." Gale rolls his eyes and turns around. I take off my father's jacket, my shoes, my shirt and my pants, leaving me in nothing but my undergarments. I shove my clothes into my bag quickly and get into the water, before Gale has a chance to turn around. "Okay, you can come in!" We walk, wade and swim until the shore is out of site and climb over the fence. As soon as we safely get over, we make our way back to the seashore. My eyes were stinging from the salt water. I felt sticky and gross from the sea. It was a relief when I could put my clothes back on. Everything we had put in the bags were almost completely dry. Then I saw the young woman.

She was looking at Gale and myself with big, curious eyes. She wore a pair of tight fitting jeans, a bright pink sweatshirt and comfortable looking brown boots, too light for hunting. Her straight brown hair fell past her shoulder blades and her skin, the same color as ours, was shiny from a light sweat. "Fin?" She said, in a terrified voice. "Fin!"

That was all it took for her to be down on the ground, her knees close to her chest, her hands pulling at her hair closest to her scalp. Tears were rolling down her face and she was shaking, violently. I started to reach out, put a hand on her shoulder, but Gale shook his head. "Annie? Annie!" A figure runs toward us, a long weapon in his hand and a net in the other. The sun behind him casts a shadow, making it difficult to see his face until he is close enough to reach down and pick up the woman in his arms. It's Finnick Odair, the lapdog of the Capital. Gale and I try to make our escape but he gives us a glare. "Come with me."

We follow him as he carry's the girl past candy colored houses on the shore of the beach. Twelve houses. Twelve colors. Pink, light orange, baby blue, teal, white, lavender, green, bright yellow, baby pink, purple, and bright orange all battle for the title of loudest and most grand house. The house we stop at isn't loud. It is the house farthest on the beach, a sea green one with white trim. Finnick goes up the steps, but keeps his eyes on us as he opens the door. He inquires our names and we have no choice but to tell him, a grim look on his face. "Sit on the couch." He says. We do as we are told.

He goes down the hall and puts Annie in a room. I can only assume she is one of his lovers for the week. "Who is that girl?" I say quietly, mostly to myself, but Gale answers.

"Annie Cresta. She was the victor of the 70th Hunger Games and went crazy after she won. She won the games simply because she was the best swimmer." He balls his hands into fists. "I hope we aren't turned into the Peacekeepers for upsetting her. I want to actually stay under the radar here."

The television in the corner flashes on and the interviews for the tributes come up. A beautiful blonde hair green eyes pair from one, a small, lethal looking girl and a brute from two, a tiny pair from three, the list goes on. No one captures my attention until District 11 appears. The girl is twelve and tiny. She wouldn't make it. She reminds me of Prim. Another boy comes on, far larger than his district partner, then my heart stops. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tiny, twelve years old. The District 12 female tribute. Prim. "No!" I scream. Tears fall from my eyes. Prim is in the Hunger Games. I would've never left if I knew she was going to be reaped. Finnick runs out of the room when he hears me crying. "Gale! We have to save her! We- we should have never left!"

Finnick looks at the television, then back at me. "She someone you know? You're cousin?" Gale must shake his head. "Sister?" He nods. Finnick goes to the kitchen and brings me back a drink. "Hot chocolate. Drink it."

The interviews are over for a long time before I finally stop crying. Gale looks like he had a few tears and Finnick is sitting on a chair looking at us. "I'm sorry about your sister." He said after a few moments. "I hope she dies in there, for her sake."

I look at him with nothing but hatred. "How could you say that?" There s nothing but venom in my voice.

He remains calm, much to my displeasure. "Look at Annie. Look at me. Annie is crazy and always terrified. I am a slave to the women, and even some men, of the Capital. I don't want a little girl to suffer a fate as terrible, especially when she seemed so sweet. Even on the chariot, when her costume was fire, she was smiling and waving, being nothing but kind to the audience of bastards." He stops talking and balls his hands up into fists. "Why did you run away?"

I'm at a loss for words. Why did we run away? Gale answers for us. "We wanted to give our families a better life, give them one less mouth to feed. It backfired on us, clearly." He pauses and looks at the god-like victor. "Aren't you supposed to be mentoring some poor soul damned to the arena?"

"Not this year. I only go every third year, and every year Annie has to go. This year neither of us have to mentor. I still have to take a trip to the Capital though. Mags, the only other victor I trust with Annie is gone. She's mentoring this year. I don't know what I am going to do." He slumps his head into his hands while trying to think of a solution.

"Let us watch her." I'm surprised to hear the words come from Gale. "We have no where to go and you have very few options. Besides, it's obvious you care about her. I know what that is like. I'm not going to make the same mistake twice and run away when there is someone who needs me."

Finnick looks up. "Would you really? She has vivid nightmares and will often have scenes like the ones you saw on the beach. She needs to be snapped out of those. She needs someone to get her out of bed every morning and make sure she eats lunch and dinner at least. She will rarely eat breakfast. Someone needs to help her get to bed, too." Gale is nodding at the man and looking down the hall where Annie is. "If you two do this, though, I'll get you District 4 ID cards."

Gale and I look at one another. "What other choice do we have, Catnip?" Gale says in a quiet voice. "We'll do it."

Finnick nods. "Thank you."

Finnick

I left Annie with the two refugees in my house. There was no other choice. I should just be glad these two came along when they did. Thoughts of the three of them consume me on the train ride and during client visits. My most recent client takes off the clothes on her lavender, jewel encrusted body. Her hair is a pale cream color, put into a swirl on top of her head that looks like ice cream. How do these people find this attractive? Her breasts are obviously implants. They seem stiff and just look fake. She has fat rolls on her stomach and back and in the middle of her arms. She is disgusting. Still, I keep my thoughts to myself. The woman crawls on top of me, rubbing her purple hand and pointed silver nails across my bare chest. "Do you like what you see?" She asks in the most seductive purr she can.

No. "Oh most certainly. You're a godess, aren't you? Absolutely beautiful." I place a meaningless kiss on her neck and she moans. "Do you have any secrets you want to tell me?" I ask her, as I bring her close to me, my voice becoming a seductive purr.

"I don't know if I should tell you..." Her voice is taunting. She wants a game.

I flip over and get on top of her. This is a well rehearsed common thing I do. "Come on, kitten. You can tell me." I go in close to her and nibble on her disgusting, fat ear. "It will be our secret."

She giggles and licks her bright purple and jewel covered lips. "Alright, but you cannot tell anyone."

I wink at her. "Who would I tell? You're the only woman who means anything to me." She melts.

"I heard- I heard, now don't quote me on this, but District 13 still exists and wants to start a rebellion against us. It's a hopeless, silly thought, of course, but it is fun to think they stand a chance."

I laugh. "It would be a futile effort." I say, laughing. This is the third client I've heard this from, though. The word of our rebellion is escaping. I need to tell Plutarch. No one knows who is leading this effort though. That is keeping him safe, for now.

Whispers of rebellion... Who will lead it if Katniss never competed? Will they even happen? Sorry, I need some way to keep you guys interested ;)

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-Juliet