Why don't they understand? The young girl whines, curled up with a light blanket as she gazes upon the vast land disappearing behind her. They were coming close to the Capitol. The announcement for an hour until the approachement towards the boarder was half an hour ago, and those idiots still didn't understand they were being brought to their death. And of all people, I thought he'd understand...
The sun peaks out from the whispy clouds. Misty could tell the time easily. Most of the citizens back in District 4 could, especially if they wanted a good chance at fishing in the early morning. Even then, they'd have to tell high tide from low tide, which was too easy for her. It's nearly seven now, and the sun is about to set. She's been in here for about eight hours. There's been knocks at the door, but no one seemed to care too much to actually help her. Maybe it was because of her attitude that snapped at every single person so far.
"Misty, you need to come out. It's dinner and everyone's worried sick about you." Adaline had muttered through the door.
The girl cried softly, "Who'd want to see me? It's not like anyone cares anymore since we're all good as dead..."
Adaline knocked on the door, "Please, Misty, let me in. I know both Fang and Cater care so much about you."
Moments had gone by before Adaline continued her speech.
"Cater and Fang love you so much. You're like their little sister they never had. Please, have dinner with us."
They're just trying to pull at your heartstrings before they kill you in the first 30 seconds... Misty had thought, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Go away!" The girl snaps, "If they cared, they'd be here talking to me!"
Adaline hadn't talked afterwards. The faint footsteps pattered down the hall and disappeared. That dinner, there wasn't much laughter.
Now as the young girl sits, watching the sky bleed out, images of hear death fly into mind. How'd her death exactly be, blown to pieces by a land mine? Maybe she'd be stabbed in the chest with a trident or sword. Or perhaps one of the Gamemaker's mutants would snatch her up and do who-knows-what to her. It was depressing that her end was soon to come, and death was probably sitting besides her in pity, but knew the horrible human race had come to a sickening new entertainment.
A soft knock on the door snaps her out of the terrible trance, but she ignores the sound anyways. No voice is heard, so she begins to drift off, but the door opens moments later, and locks behind the tresspasser. Misty doesn't dare to look up at the intruder, but hands jerk her up.
"What do you want?" The girl snaps, inches from the man's face.
Soft hands keep the girl away from the man as his jade green eyes widen, "Calm down, it's only me!"
"F-F-Fang?!" Misty stares in disbelief at the meer boy.
He nods, "I just wanted to check up on you. You've missed dinner, and on top of that, you've been in here since brunch!" He gives the young girl a big hug for awhile.
"B-But I thought you didn't care..."
"Ridiculous." Fang chuckles, "Cater and I both will support you as we get into the games. Just promise us you'll try not to flare up again."
How am I supposed to do that if you guys don't understand what you mean to me? Misty thinks, but smiles, "Alright, but I can't promise everything."
The two laugh for a bit, conversing for a few minutes before the 15 minute announcement sounds. Fang steps away, paused in the middle of his conversation about the delicious fresh rolls the Capitol offered.
"Just don't eat too many carbs!" Misty giggled.
Now as the young man steps away, Misty gets to her feet, "What are you-"
Fang disappears behind the door, leaving her lonely again, but another man steps through the door, a boquet of autumn flowers blooming. The young girl sits back down, confused, but her cheeks begin to burst into color. The man hands her the flowers, a smile played across his face joyfully.
"Are you alright?" The man chuckles, sitting down across from her, hands folded neatly in front of him.
The young girl brushes a stray hair back, blushing deeper, "O-Of course. Thanks so much, Cater."
The man unfolds his hands from each other and stares off to the side, the setting sun glowing brighter, causing the stormy eyes to have so much color. Sapphires, emeralds, gold pieces glow, and the fog that covered his eyes is now cleared, as if confusion was lifted. He looks over softly, his smile fading as he studies the young girl sitting in front of him.
A smile jumps back, "You know, Mist, I think your heart is larger than your brain sometimes." He chuckles, "It's gonna get you in trouble someday, and gonna save someone the next."
Misty starts to look away, giggling a bit, but Cater sweeps up her hand, squeezing it lightly, and both of their smiles fade. The man looks at her, an icy chill sweeping across his face.
"I'm as scared as you, and what I said earlier is much more true than anything in the world, but I didn't mean to chase you off like that." He plays with the girl's small hand for awhile, trying to calm down from the overwhelming worry building up inside.
Misty looks down a bit at their hands clapsed together before looking back up at the young face, "It's fine, I'm over that..."
"No." He interrupts, "You don't understand the real feelings I have about you. I hurt you, and that kills me to see you that way. I know what's happening. We're riding our way to hell, and if I were to go with anyone, I want that person to be you."
Those jewel-engraved eyes beg for something, something that young girl didn't know if she could give. They beg for something whismical, something only in dreams.
"I should've told you it earlier but-"
The young girl launches herself across the table, bringing the man into her arms as their lips meet. Cater wraps his arms around the girl's waist as she reaches up for his shoulders. This was fantasy. Something imaginary, unable to happen. It was something...forbidden, and now as the two fall into each other's arms, realization sprung up. What am I doing?! Misty pulls away, bursting into tears, looking away from the man her heart ached for.
"W-Why do you just tell me now? Why not earlier? Why, of all times, would you tell me now?" The girl sobs.
Reaching across the table, the man tries to sweep up Misty's hand again, but she caresses her hand close to her chest, staring at the man in disbelief, all that was there, now gone instantly. The tear-stained eyes begin to erupt from the man as he shakes his head.
"Mist, it's been a tough ride for both of us, I just wanted it to be the right moment, but that was taken away." He stands, stepping away from the table, "I'm sorry I've wasted your time."
"Cater, wait!" Misty springs to her feet, tumbling into the man, knocking them both to the ground, "I'm-"
The announcement for the train coming to a hault at the Capitol now blares over the speakers above. As it ends, the train begins to slow.
"I'm sorry, I just wish you told me sooner..." Misty buries her face against the man's chest, tears falling against Cater's navy blue suit.
Unsure what to do, the man holds the young girl close to him, getting to his feet with her in his arms. She sobs against his shoulder, fists pressed against his back. The door opens quickly, but the girl just keeps sobbing. Cater keeps a hand softly resting on the back of her head, looking over.
"Yes?"
Adaline laughs a bit with a smile, "Let's get going here, you two. We've arrived."
Cater brings Misty out into the hallway and towards the exit, where the two are brought to a walkway, crowds of people cheering and calling out wildy, not as wild as their sense of fashion. Edward walks in the lead, Fang next to him.
Fang just smirks, "Heyo!" He cries out, to the people as they happily reply.
Adaline steps foward, but whispers back, "Oh, I should've warned you of the cameras."
Before anyone can say anything else, she steps out, Cater following with a weakly-footed Misty. She tries to walk, but the man mainly supports her to walk.
"Caterjay!" A young woman cries out with a smile, clapping wildly.
Others begin to join in on the chorus, screaming out the mashed-up word, hands waving in the air as Cater holds the young girl, picking her up and carrying her towards the end of the walkway. People begin to whistle happily at the young man's gesture. Cater leans down to whisper to the young girl.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." He whispers.
Misty looks up at him, noise blocked out now as she stares into the man's eyes. I just wish it could be forever, she thinks to herself, but lets out a sheepish smile, almost girly.
"Always?"
"Always."