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Terror

Brandon POV

When I saw her faint, I was terrified, she seemed so strong. I caught her before she fell, she was right though they tricked us, the capitol. They wanted us to think we had enough time to live before the games.

"Come on, let's get her into the house." Sunny said, she looked worried, who wouldn't be. Just then Katniss ran up the street, great.

"Oh god, what happened?" she asked noticing an unconscious Lily in my arms.

"She…" I was interrupted by Sunny.

"Go, take Lily inside, and wake her up. I'll explain." I started to walk away and while doing so, I heard Sunny begin to explain to Katniss. As I walked through the door she began to stir. I looked down at her, then she opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, trying to remember what happened. Then she noticed I was still holding her, she stood up and untangled herself from me.

"Let's go tell the others" she said quickly, and after explaining the story yet again, everyone began to go home to prepare for the reaping.

"Lily," a small voice said, I turned to find Rue standing there looking worried.

"Hmm, what is it honey" Lily replied.

"Can I stay here tonight?" I saw Lily's eyes widen.

"Why would you want to do that?" she asked Rue quickly.

"I want you to help me at the Reaping" she said quietly. Then Katniss walked in the room, she went to talk to the other parents a while ago to inform them of the change.

"That's up to your father" Katniss said in a kind tone.

"I already asked" Rue said in her small voice, she was smiling brightly now.

"Ok, Brandon when are you leaving?" Katniss asked me. Before I could answer her Rue was already talking.

"My dad said the only way I could say was if my brother stayed with me." She looked at me expectantly. Katniss looked suspicious. Lily interrupted,

"Mom, he could sleep on the couch, or the guest room while I help Rue in my room." I was surprised, she was defending me. Katniss nodded, walking out the door she turned back to send me a cold glare. I shivered, that was one of the things Katniss was known for, death glares. Then she was gone. I looked at Lily but she was already half way out the door.

Lily's POV

"Mom" I yelled, trying to keep up with her quick pace. She turned around long enough to see me, then she whirled herself around to face me, she had tears in her eyes.

"Mom," I said, "mom, what's wrong?" I asked again. She wasn't answering. "Mom!!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, this seemed to jolt her from her dream world.

"What" she asked,

"Why did you give Brandon that look?!?! There was no reason to do that he was just doing what I said, and he…." She cut me off.

"He's just like Peeta." She said quietly, she sat down next to a fountain. It had no water, it ran dry years ago, now it was just a sad reminder of a better past.

"What do you mean?" I asked desperate to know why she was acting like this.

"Peeta, the games, everything was related to Peeta. My problems, conflicts, everything!!!" she yelled.

"You did love him." I looked at her with wide eyes, but she wouldn't meet them.

"Yes, I did. But not enough for it to mean anything. Gale, I mean your father was my best friend, he was always there for me." She said looking at the ground. "I am going to ask you to do something unforgiveable," she said meeting my eyes, "I don't want the same conflicts happening for you, when you're in the games…" she paused. "Look, I want you to organize him a run in with the careers or something, spring a trap, or if worst comes to worst, kill him yourself, it's for the best. Do you understand?" Never in my life have I doubted my mother but now the only thing I could do was run. My mom wanted me to kill Brandon, she said it was for me, but it was for her. It was her revenge for Peeta loving her and confusing her. Before I knew where I was going, I was home. I ran into the living room, and sitting there on the couch was Brandon. That's when I noticed I was crying, he looked worried when he saw my face was probably a mix of pain, fear, and pure sadness.

"Lily what hap….." I cut him off by running to him, wrapping my arms around him, and crying harder than I ever have in my entire life. And to my surprise and pleasure he stood there rubbing my back soothingly and stroking my hair while I cried into his shoulder.