cracks in Effie Trinket

by OfSpirallingInsanity

this is a tale of what happened to Effie Trinket while fire was catching. a tale of what came to be of the old Effie. a tale of friendship, loss, betrayal and a whole lot of new found Effie Trinket sass. rated t just to be safe, warning i'm new at fanfics and summaries.

4. running

EFFIE'S P.O.V

Oops, my bad.

The sound of another voice, causes everyone to look up suddenly. Everybody tenses, I myself freeze to the spot and hold my breath, waiting. A peacekeeper rounds the corner and see's us, four men sprawled on the ground and me standing in torn garments with my hand over my mouth. The sound of a gun going off causes me to jump, we are already running away down the corridor before I realize that Gale had shot the peacekeeper square in the chest.

I try to breath properly but I am to shaken and instead my breathing sounds like a choking whale.

"will you shut up, Effie!" Haymitch cries.

"Sorry" I mumble. We keep running for what seems like forever, turning this way and that when finally I see daylight. We all sprint for it using whatever strength we had left, we burst out into daylight just as we hear an alarm sound. I hear Haymitch yell something into a small black box and then a warbled reply. The sound of helicopter blades echoes in the distance, some how I know that we will be to late, that the peacekeepers will reach us.

HAYMITCH'S P.O.V

Her breathing was so annoying, everything about her was annoying! I thought about this as we ran out through what seemed like an abandoned town perhaps another district. I doubted myself as soon as I thought it. I yelled something about being out and ready into the communication device Coin had given me. I don't even remember what I said just that we needed to be out of here in the next few minutes.

I could hear the helicopter already but I think we all knew it would be too late that we would be caught by peacekeepers, killed or punished for as long as possible. I was not really the positive type but I knew that there was no other option, that we couldn't be caught, that we had to reach the chopper.

Finally I could see it, the helicopter was lowering a ladder. Of course they couldn't risk landing then we would all be caught. We reached the chopper faster that I had anticipated and were already on our way back to 13. I wonder how Effie will take the difference in lifestyle?