Chapter 5
Guards escort me to the train while some of the Capitol's cameramen just about kill each other trying to get footage of me and Beckett. I'm determined not to let them get to me, but they're annoying, with all their flashing lights and questions being hollered around the place.
"How do you think your sister's going to react when you come back from the Games?"
"Why did you volunteer?"
"Who was the guy that took the redhead away?"
"Jadelyn!"
"How well do you know your fellow tribute?"
"Do you think you have a chance in the Games, considering that you're from an outlying region?"
"Don't Region 12 have no chance of winning anyways?" "How do you think your sister is going to cope with the stress of the Games?"
"Isn't she crazy anyways?"
My eyes lock on the reporter and I dig my nails into the hand he's holding the microphone with. "What did you say about my sister?" I ask lowly, eyes narrowing as I stepped towards the bizarrely dressed reporter.
The idiot doesn't seem to notice the fact that I'd love nothing more than to crush his skull in or toss him onto the train tracks and watch him get run over. No, all he cares about is the fact that I noticed him. These people make me sick. "There are rumors that she's missing a few bolts, and that she'll have to be locked up not long after you-"
Before he has a chance to finish, I move my hands to his chest and push him as far away from me as I can, knocking a few more dumbfounded reporters along with him. Once again, I'm bombarded with questions, but this time I snatch a microphone out of one of their hands. "I don't care what you idiots want to know!" I all but scream into the device, knowing all the cameras are trained on me when the reporters go silent. "She's not normal, anyone who knows her can't escape that. But I don't want to hear any of that crap about her being locked up."
I hear Beck muttering something about the fact that we should get going, but I ignore him. My eyes meet the camera closest to me, and I hold the microphone back up to my lips. "I'm coming back for you Cat," I promise, looking around at all the people staring at me. "And if they want a good show? I'll give them a show that they'll never forget."
With that, I toss the device onto the floor and walk over to the train. I look back to where Beck is standing, looking at me in confusion. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I gesture for him to come over to where I am. "Come on, bread boy, we don't have all day," I snap, tapping my foot impatiently as he walked over to where I stood.
"Hey, have you seen Trina?" he asks, looking around at the sea of reporters and Peacekeepers swarming around where we stood. "Because I don't think they're gonna let us into the Capitol if we lost our escort."
"Hi, coming through, MOVE IT!" our escort yells at the reporters as she stumbles across the platform in nine inch heels with her arms flailing around as she tries to keep her balance. One of the reporters asks her if she wants some help but she whacks him in the face while trying to get her balance.
Beck rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose before mumbling "I'll get her" to me. He walks over to where she is and offers her his arm, which she graciously accepts-so graciously that she makes a big point of smacking a loud kiss on his cheek while waving madly at the reporters.
It disgusts me how the Capitol people eat it up, asking her about her and Beck's relationship. I turn around and slam the door indignantly before storming off in the direction of the back of the train.
Hopefully, I'll be able to find someplace in this train leading to death where I wouldn't be reminded of how much the Capitol citizens enjoy watching us kill each other as a reminder that we were powerless. But the odds haven't seemed to be in my favor, lately.
I'm really sorry about how short this is and how slow updates are. Connection to the internet these days is unreliable . But if you liked it and/or have some ideas for what should happen, leave me a comment or PM me.
-DAN