This is in Obsidian's POV. 3 I hope you enjoyed it so far, lovelies.
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I lie in bed, thinking about the games, about me, and Marigold. I dream of her death, she was killed by a career, and her death was more tragic than mine, for some reason. I vowed to protect her, I didn't care about myself anymore. I sighed as I looked at the ceiling, I was going to have to wake up, it was 10:00am, it was late. I walked out of my room, and find Marigold roaming the halls. "Marigold!" I shout her name, she turned around and saw me."Good morning, Obsidian." She replies. "I thought I was the last one up, but Missy isn't awake yet, so don't worry about it." "That's good." We walked together to the dining car, to find piles of food waiting for us. We sit down and wait for Missy, since she wasn't awake yet. Missy finally came in, and we ate. I kept looking over at Marigold, and Missy gave me a death glare each time, but I didn't care, honestly. I went to the record player and decided to play some music, and I picked a record, a beautiful song played. "Run and tell all of the angels, this could take all night ,think I need a devil to help me get things right ,hook me up a new revolution 'cause this one is a lie,we sat around laughing and watched the last one die. Yeah, I'm looking to the sky to save me, looking for a sign of life ,looking for something to help me burn out bright ,I'm looking for a complication ,looking 'cause I'm tired of lying ,make my way back home when I learn to fly high" "Would you like to dance?" I ask Marigold, and Missy starts clapping her hands like there's no tomorrow. "Of course." She blushes and walks towards me, she puts her hands in mine and starts to twirl. "I think I'm dying nursing patience it can wait one night. I'd give it all away if you give me one last try. We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life. Run and tell the angels that everything is alright" She gets closer to me, for some reason."I'm looking to the sky to save me, looking for a sign of life,looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication, looking 'cause I'm tired of trying. Make my way back home when I learn to fly high. Make my way back home when I learn to…Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone. Try to make this life my own. Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone. Try to make this life my own." We dance more as the lyrics repeat themselves, Missy was still clapping like a idiot, like she always does. I decide it was my chance to tell her the truth, I loved her. I leaned in and kissed her, and she took it pretty well, this was almost like her parents in the games, they listened to records, when they confessed. Missy was screaming in the background, and our mentor Septimus was standing next to her. "I see some lovebirds here, don't I?" Septimus was in his early twenties, having won the second Hunger Games at the age of thirteen, with the help of Marigold's parents, who won the games just before he did. "I guess you do." Marigold walks up to her mentor, who to her was like her uncle, since he visited her parents all the time. "What advice do you have for us?" "Be nice to everyone in the Capitol, the stylists, the trainers, and Venia. Be nice to them all, it'll come in handy. Also have a small sized alliance, I see you have your eyes on Spikelet, the girl from 12, I think that's very smart, she seems like a good ally. And like Isabel and Indigo, be wise with your weapons, and the cornucopia. One of you should grab both weapons, and one should stay behind and run, arrange for a place to meet. Isabel was very good with a blowgun, I think you, Marigold, you might have her skills as well. I know about your father Obsidian, I have faith in both of you." The train stopped, we were in the Capitol, Marigold started waving. "Why are you waving?" "Mother told me that be nice to them, so did Septimus, just wave." I waved with her, soon these people would bet on our lives, something they shouldn't do. Marigold and I walked hand in hand out of the train, and headed to the car. We had a week to live our lives, until the games, those brutal games.