|Author's Note|: Yes, I added a few characters that are some how related to actual characters from Suzanne Collin's The Hunger Games. The original characters are her's, but the characters that I've created and their relationship to the original characters ARE FAKE, so please don't yell at me XD.
Light dances across Misty's face as droplets fall down her forehead. With a jerk, she turns towards the man, whines escaping her. The man just lies there, in a deep sleep. The young girl becomes twisted up in the blanket, and jerks the other way, falling out of bed with a startled yelp, lucky she didn't hit her head on the corner of the counter. The man sits up quickly, drawing out his gun.
"Who's there?" He demands.
Misty lets out a moan as she struggles to sit up. Cater reaches across the bed and looks down at the young girl's delicate face, that pink streak of washed out blood still in her hair. He gets up and kneels down, wrapping an arm around her back to support her sitting up.
"Nightmare?" Cater questions as he makes sure she didn't break anything.
The girl seemed dazed, as if in a trance. It's obvious she hadn't gotten any sleep, and he felt terrible about it. He focuses on her face as she doesn't respond. Letting out a sigh, he helps her back into the bed.
"Y-Yeah..." She whispers softly, her body trembling from the terrifying images.
"Well, I'm sure you'll be-"
The door flies open with Cater standing at by Misty's side, both of their heads snapping up. Fang stands in the door way, confusion overwhelming him as he doesn't dare take another step forward. He's already dressed in a nice suit and slacks, hair groomed nicely back. Cater steps away from Misty's side and straightens himself a bit.
"Bad timing?" A faint blush spreads across his face.
Misty sits up, face red, "N-No! He was just making sure I wouldn't have nightmares."
Cater nods in agreement. Fang hesitates before agreeing as well, clearly worried about her nightmares as well. The situation was ridiculous to Misty. How could anyone think the 19-year-old man be together with a young girl like her? Especially of all times like these where they were taking the train to their final resting place. The three stand in the room like this for minutes before Edward prances his way in.
"Hello, hello, hello you three!" The man now wears an elegant but crazy maroon suit with white verticle stripes, his hair now standing out, "Why don't we all head back to our own rooms to get ready before brunch. The train should be at our glorious Capitol in approximately an hour, which should be just enough time to get some food in you all."
Cater nods, "Sounds good, Mr. Trinket, now if you will excuse-"
"Oh,of course, Caterleigh!" The middle-aged man is off in a hurry, Fang quickly following him since he's already pampered up for the large brunch.
Cater doesn't move a muscle, except to turn to Misty, who looks over. Their eyes meet, but the young girl quickly looks away, not daring to look at her competitor's lovely face. She knew it would never happen, and now as she stands there, looking away, she feels her hand rise.
"J-Just go." She stutters out, tears blossoming into her eyes as she bites her lip hard to halt them.
Those brightly-lit eyes now darken by the shadows of hurt and misunderstanding, but nonetheless, the man turns away quietly and shuts the door behind him as soft as ever.
Only if you understood what you mean to me...
Twenty minutes later, the young girl walks cautiously down the hall, draped in soft silk dyed a heavenly grape. Since Reconstruction, the Capitol especially wanted to make the Districts feel impoverished by pampering their tributes. Skin scraped down to the bone, straight jacket suits and dresses, and worst of all, stuffing you like a Thanksgiving turkey were just some of the punishments the tributes would face. The harshness of every task would leave marks, mentally and physically, on tributes.
As she approaches the dining cart, soft laughter erupts, and at the head of the table sits a woman without the Capitol's hideous offers of dress code. She almost appears normal with her chestnut hair and eyes. Her face is dappled with tiny freckles. Almost. She is fitted into a short martini dress of a variety of warm colors, obviously the Capitol's choice.
"Why look who it is!" Edward gets up from his chair from sitting adjacent to the woman, "Misty, meet Adaline Snow."
The woman smiles and waves to the young girl, but the last name was an echo on Panem's history. It's dark history. President Snow's unknown brother had grown up in District 4, married, and had twin daughters, Adaline and Abigail. Adaline was the one who had been sent into the Games two years ago at the 98th Hunger Games at the age of 18, her last year of the Reaping. She was a hero to our district despite her uncle's dark imprint.
"It's an honor to meet you, Miss Snow." Misty puts on a fake smile, clearly tired of the Capitol and it's introductions.
Edward sits back down as I take a seat next to him. Fang gobbles down food from apple pie to zucchini, although he obviously hates the green vegetable. A small laugh escapes from Misty as she watches her friend.
"So, Miss Snow, will you be helping us cope with the Games?" Cater questions the stunning woman.
She replies back with a small smile, "Of course. I know only one of you will survive, but you must expect the unexpected."
Misty glances over from her tilapia that awaits a hop into her mouth. They all knew the cold truth, and Snow just had to present it to them all at this very moment. Edward gets up from the table to take a call, motioning us to continue on without him.
"So we all might get outta here, just like Katniss and Peeta did, right, Adaline?" Fang picks at something stuck in his teeth, clearly finished with the food.
The woman hesitates, looking away a bit, but Cater places a hand on her shoulder, "We will, right?"
Misty notices the touch, but places it to the back of her mind, rising from the table, getting everyone's attention now, even Adaline's, "Of course we'll be fine! We're friends. We will make sure we all are alive. We will make sure that no one is left behind!"
"But the probability of that happening..." Adaline pipes up.
"It will work!" Misty snaps, "I don't care if I'm the one to die, both of you will survive, head back to District 4, tell my mother everything, and get back to your busy lives."
Fang grabs my wrists, "But-"
The girl jerks away, "I don't care anymore! This game is just tearing our friendship apart by death. Wake up, guys, we're digging our own graves!" Tears stream down her cheeks.
"I'm sure we'll figure something out, Mist." Cater lets out a sigh.
The girl pauses from her sobs to look over towards the man, "I don't want to figure something out. I wanna go home. I want to be normal. I want to be a human-being." She motions to her expensive lavender dress encrusted with amethyst jewels.
"I do too, but we're stuck in this crap hole together, aren't we?" He snaps back.
Misty glares at him and races back down the hall, towards the glass caboose with lavishing leather seating. Her sobs disappear, leaving the three in the dining cart alone. Cater had gotten up from his seat in the heat of the fight, and groans as he slumps back down. Fang, upset, plays with a grape on his plate. Adaline stands, kissing Cater on each cheek.
"I'm gonna talk to her, girl to girl." Adaline walks after the irritated teen.
Fang turns to Cater, the room now still. He stabs the runaway grape with a knife and points it towards the man with a sigh.
"Care for a grape?"