"This wasn't supposed to happen!" The young girl snaps, lunging towards both of her friends with a new found strength.
Peacekeepers keep her off them, tears streaming in Misty's eyes as she continues to thrash around, batting the two Peacekeepers away from her. Edward followed the fearsome trio and their Peacekeepers, unsure what to think. For all he knew, the wild girl could be a criminal, a theif of District 4, or perhaps just a young lady diagnosed with a mental illness. Cater, guided by his peacekeepers, trails behind his friends, head tilted down. He watches his shuffling feet, clearly upset that this was it for the three of them.
"Misty, who would you rather have in the Games, my brother, or Cater?" Fang speaks up in the midst of waving arms and kicking legs.
Misty freezes up, blood boiling up through her veins as she grabs onto the Peacekeepers with an iron-solid grip. Soft eyes now turn sharp, icy fire crackling like a whip. With a blur of fists, the girl throws a fit, screaming and yelling.
"That's not a fair question!" She snaps.
Suddenly, the two Peacekeepers break her off into a room of the Justice building, throwing her in and locking the door. Misty, with her fists bashing into the door, finally becomes exhausted, starting to cry. Sliding down the door, limbs are now heavy as stone. The polished flooring added a sense of faith in the disintegrating town, and to add to it, the antique furniture was still in perfect shape. It was disappointing how the rest of the town couldn't look like this.
The young girl gets up shakily after a couple of minutes and slides into wooden chair, muttering under her breath, "I swear, by the time the Games come around, I'm gonna kill both of them..."
Hours begin to pass, and at last the door slides open silently. A woman rushes over, hugging her teenaged daughter with loving arms. Whimpers escape from her as she kisses the young girl's forehead countless times. Misty tilts her chin up, looking into those foggy eyes.
"Mom, I'm so sorry..." Sobs begin to escape Misty.
"It's okay, it's okay."
The two continue to embrace each other, not willing to let go. Both mother and daughter would be torn apart, most likely forever. This was it. This is the end. Footsteps enter the room, and the weight of loving arms are lifted.
"Mom!" Misty throws herself off the chair, trying to bring her mother back, but another Peacekeeper knocks her in the head with the butt of his rifle, causing her to slip to the smooth floor.
A gasp escapes, but the door slams shut. Everything begins to melt in together in Misty's vision as shadows dance at the edge of it. I never got to say goodbye...
Darkness surrounds the room, every now and then, a playful flash of bright light shines across the girl's eyes. A small squeak sounds, causing the girl to sit up in a flash, eyes wide as she gets ready to throw the book in her hand towards the violator.
"Stop." The voice hisses quietly.
Misty drops to book, looking around the room. A closet sat on the one side of the room, on the other, light filtered through the window. Underneath her, clouds supported her bottom, and marshmallows were spread by the head of the bed. Shivering, she curled the blanket up closer to her as she looked at the stranger, the shadows still hiding his face.
"Where am I?" She demands, dropping the book back on the counter.
The stranger goes to take a step closer, but the young girl reaches for the book again, causing the stranger to cower back, "In your room on the train. We're heading for the Capitol. Some Peacekeeper knocked you unconscious because, as he said, you were escaping."
Misty reaches for the temple of her head, feeling the dried up blood in her hair, "What time is it?"
"Eleven at night. They said you can wash your hair up quick when you awaken."
The girl blinks, eyes still not quite adjusted to the darkness. She unwraps herself from the blankets and gets to her feet, a bit unbalanced, but makes her way towards her own small bathroom.
"Give me a few moments."
As Misty enters the bathroom, she grabs the washcloth by the sink and turns the sink handle a bit over halfway towards the 'H'. After a few moments, she wets the cloth and dabs at the blood, wincing a few times. God dang it, now I remember why that hurt. She finally gets the blood out of her hair, leaving a few light pink streaks in her hair. Now who was that. Taking care of everything, she enters back into her room, the stranger still standing in her room, but the door is now shut. The holographic clock sitting on the counter reads 00:00.
"Misty, I was wondering..."
"Who are you?" She interrupts.
The stranger steps forward, his features now leaving the imprint they always had. Those dark strands neatly kept to, and those bright eyes seem even brighter. Cater. He hugs her tightly, arms reaching across her back. He pulls away from the embrace and looks at her.
"I'm staying here tonight." A blush spreads across Misty's cheeks as the words flow like a river from the man's mouth, "I need to protect you from your nightmares you've been having."
The young girl blinks, the deep blush vanishing just as quickly, "Nightmares?"
The man nods, "Luckily you only woke me up with your whines and whimpers. I'm surprised you didn't remember."
I do remember though. The young girl just nods, though, and curls back into the comfort of her bed, turning away from the man as he slides in next to her, gun under his pillow as he begins to drift off. I'm living my nightmares. And one day, when your chest won't rise, that'll be the day I die.