So here we have it the penultimate chapter to The Insights of Victors.
I decided to include an insight for all surviving tributes/victors of the 75th because hey they are all tributes too and the change of thoughts they might have had since winning their own games was fun to think about!
So here we have two insights from two of our favourite characters in the whole of the books that right Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen!
Enjoy!
74.
Peeta Mellark, Male, District 12.
It's agonising waiting for someone to find me. The wound is bleeding so profusely it's a miracle I've lasted this long; but my heart beats in anticipation of them finding me, of them coming back to finish me off. I can barely move my muscles. It's so much energy lost if I do and part of camouflage is blending in with my surroundings so it really isn't wise of me. The ground doesn't move, it doesn't groan or flinch in pain, it's steady and constant. Though I suppose it could move if the really wanted it to. But it's all worth it. It's worth it if it gave her time to run, time to flee from him and his wielding sword. I took the blow for her and while a part of me hopes, almost begs for her company and for her to return for me. I know she doesn't truly care about me, not in the way I do. She proved that much when she tried to kill me after the interview, the moment the Capitol fell in love with her as much as I always have. She doesn't know the effect she can have on people, she looks confident, she's as beautifully lethal as the flames which are becoming her signature, but underneath it all her eyes shine with a naivevity. She doesn't understand what makes her so different from any other tribute in these games, but it's her overflowing heart she tries to bury deep. The emotions she feels emanate from her anyway and the ember is being kindled the longer she survives in these games, it's growing into a flicker, to a bright flame. I only hope I live long enough to see it blossom into a forrest fire, better than any Seneca Crane can construct. I hear Claudius Templesmith's announcement and my heart jumps and my solar plexus wiggles as if something is crawling around inside. I dismiss it as the leftover tracker jacker venom in my system but it's building the longer I wait. We are from the same District and we are still alive but so are Cato and Clove. But the gamemakers can't be changing this rule for them, I realise the power we have stirred amongst the Captiol, it's dangerous and I'm beginning to believe the rumours I've heard of the gamemakers choosing exactly who they want to win. Could it really be us? I dismiss that too, I could still bleed to death and a boot nearly smashes into my disguised face, and I cry out when I see the braid hanging down, and I want to reach out a grab it and never let her go again. She's standing before me and cries out my name, dragging me out of my hiding spot with all her might and she hugs me. It's warm and I want to cry as the feeling blooms even further as she inspects me tenderly, as if she cares. By god she is a good actress. I smile at her and she returns it shyly as she tries to help me stand. She's come for me, she's come to help me and now I can finally name that feeling inside of me. Hope.
74.
Katniss Everdeen, Female, District 12.
After Peeta left on the rooftop I just sit and think. I think about a lot of things, Prim, going into the arena tomorrow, Prim, Haymitch and if he will actually help us, Prim and how Peeta is going to try and win. I don't think he has much of a chance and I'm still torn about whether we should stick together or not. I suppose I have no choice now Haymitch has spun this star-crossed lovers story. It's embarrassing, who will actually believe Peeta and I are in love with each other isn't it obvious. Haymitch and Effie say we're just lucky the cameras didn't see me shove him into the wall after his little announcement. I just hope he will try and win, I don't want him to roll over and get slaughtered at the Cornucopia he's better than that, despite what he says. I'm aware of the target I've placed on my own back by scoring than dammed eleven, I was so mad at them all. The decency they could have shown me but chose not to. They favoured a pot roasted pig over me. But I'm not going to pretend I'm not proud of my score. It will force them to pay attention to me, sponsors and all that. And the careers. My heart isn't in the games; it would be as if I was betraying myself to dedicate my last couple of days alive to brutally murdering tributes. They are just children like me, they've all been children for the past seventy four years. It is disturbingly similar to hunting back home, only then I have Gale with me, he's there to guide me and help me in case something goes wrong. It never does but his comfort is wonderful and it's so easy with Gale. I wonder for a moment if I would have reacted the same way if it had been Gale admitting his love for me on television. What does he think now? He can't believe it can he? No one in twelve who knows me believes the star-crossed lovers from District 12, do they? Does Madge? Does Prim? I am coming home for my sister, no one can stop me from doing that. I resolve myself to the silly nickname Cinna created for me, but I'm glad he did. It gives me a persona to hide behind. The "Girl On Fire" did those things and killed those people, not Katniss Everdeen and certainly not Catnip. I can't afford to worry about being 'changed' in the games, as Peeta put it, I've already changed from the girl I was before.
75.
Beetee Latier, Male Victor, District 3.
The forcefield is key. Key to everything in this arena, it is a running theme in the Capitol and everything to do with the Hunger Games this year. The forcefield in the training centre that Wiress and I noticed immediately and now the humming from the forcefield surrounding and encasing us in this arena. If the rebels are ever going to get in to save us then the forcefield must be destroyed and we can't set to work doing that unless more people are dead. It's sad but true. I find Gloss a pain, I find Brutus exactly that a brute, I find Enobaria malicious. The only one I don't want to kill unless necessary is Cashmere. I think there is more to that girl than meets the eye. She is 'employed' in the same business as Finnick and past victors a fate I being seen as a techie, unattractive geek was spared from. I asked Haymitch to involve her in the plan but he strictly said no careers. Johanna would kill me for attempting to now. I don't like Johanna much, she's the truly odd one among us I believe. But I will put up with her as the leader, at least untill a couple more are dead. Till I have to take charge, I don't much like being a leader, I think it means being too bossy. But Wiress is in shock now and Johanna is a little unstable too after seeing Blight hit that forcefield. It's a down right shame he's gone. I twirl the coil of wiring in my hand, oh so familiar from my own games all those years ago and smile at how I'm going to turn the very Hunger Games on their heads. Plutarch told me of the Lightning Tree and I could have kissed him for it. But nothing is as relieving as seeing Katniss Everdeen, our mockingjay standing a little way from us on the beach as she begins to approach us. I heard she wanted to be allies with District 3. Out of any of us it was Wiress and I that made an impression on that woman and it touches me, it proves she's more than her branding, the "Girl On Fire."
75.
Enobaria Klien, Female Victor, District 2.
Why are they sticking together? It doesn't make any sense to Brutus and I but seeing them murder Cashmere and Gloss before our eyes is terrifying. We are the strongest of the strong. The career victors we should be easy to beat and it goes to show we cannot under estimate them any more. They must all be gone and their grand plan must all be ruined I'm afraid. There can only be one victor, whether it's Brutus or I it doesn't matter. But it has to be one of us from District 2. We've overheard their plans they want to destroy the entire arena. I don't fully understand it but it can't happen and I don't see how it's going to help them either they still have to kill each other, or every one of us will die. It's then I realise they don't care if they all die, but I do. And so does Brutus. We don't want to die in some nble self sacrifice to bring hope to the uprisings in the Districts. We like how things are in the Capitol, some things are a little strong and too enforced, but it's better than a war. So we make our move. The "Girl On Fire" is dead. We saw it ourselves. I think we both thought it would be District 2 against 12 again like last year. But Johanna Mason has turned deadly once again and we both silently thank her that she's out of the picture. Brutus abandons me when we see her 'husband' the young boy from 12 and Chaff, and I go after Beetee and manage to stab him, another one down, but I have Finnick Odair chasing me and that is not good. We tried to get him in the career alliance, we promised him the world and he refused us. Why is he trying to avenge Beetee? He laughed at those victors from 3 along with us for years when their tribute's failed. Nuts and Volts. Both gone like the screwy parts they are. But the sky is beginning to fall all around us, fragments falling to earth and it makes Finnick and I both look up, long enough for me to get as far away from him and that trident as possible. It scares me as the hovercrafts begin to descend both of the machines retrieving tributes. I hide as one retrieves Finnick, Beetee and the precious mockingjay. The other retrieves Johanna, the boy from 12 and then it comes for me. I welcome it gladly happy to see the peacekeepers only they shove a pair of gleaming, sinister handcuffs on us all and gag us. It's then I realise I'm on the wrong hovercraft.
75.
Johanna Mason, Female Victor, District 7.
I can see Peeta Mellark, I think that's his name's reaction to me and I instantly grin inside at the look of shock and it's almost an unnerved horror on Katniss Everdeen's face. The infamous "Girl On Fire" isn't half bloody pure. So Finnick was right with what he told me, I guess she's only had a year of it, but still it only took till the end of my games for Snow to begin chasing me. That stunt with the berries was certainly the wrong move to make my dear girl Snow wants your head, that much was obvious when he read out our fates this year. The tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors. Even this young girl must have understood what it meant. She won't come out alive and yet we must try. I refused to play any part in it when they first suggested it, but I really have nothing to lose anymore. Why not? They were my words of confirmation and they knew it was as good as they were going to get. I stand poised as the lift rises to the seventh floor and make a display of pushing out my breasts while also discreetly sucking in my stomach. Peeta's eyes are still on my naked form and my smirk widens as I step out of the lift. She doesn't speak a word to me the whole time I stand there, which tells me how intimidated she feels in that moment; and it's nice to know that while I loathe the spotlight the Capitol had shed on me before she came along, I still have some power. I can still draw the attention to me when I really want it.
I couldn't very well give you all the 75th insights in one go there must be a finale and oh what a finale it will be I have something special in mind haha!
We are nearly at an end however which is making me sad enough! Hope you enjoyed the update, hope to God I captured Peeta and Katniss well!
Keep on reading and reviewing for the finale update!
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