I turn my attention away from the young man, to the screaming girl, who is being held onto by Johanna. She is looking down, and fighting hard.
"This one has some fire in her!" Finnick laughs, grabbing onto the girls arm. Her blonde hair is plaited in two braids, she looks up at me, with the same blue eyes of, of..
"Prim?"
Peeta's POV
"Prim we need to be quiet! Someone might find us!" I whisper to my younger adopted, sister. If you were new to the kingdom of Panem, you'd think that Prim and I were blood-related, we have the same ashen-blonde colored hair, and the same blue eyes, but she is an Everdeen, and I am a Mellark. Her eyes also hold a certain sadness a young girl of 13 should never have to bear.
But that is a different story. A story she has not yet told me, but I hope she will one day.
Prim is a bubble of curious energy. She loves exploring and finding ways to get into trouble, but she always finds a way to get out of it, me on the other hand, I never go looking for trouble, but somehow, it always finds me.
For instance, last night I had to propose to the King of Panem's granddaughter, her highness, Princess Glimmer. Don't get me wrong, she's a beautiful lady, but she can be a little judgmental. She's the granddaughter of the most judgmental person in all of Panem..of course she is judgmental Peeta.
"Peeta!" Prim cries out hysterically. Her voice sounds high-pitched and frantic, and that causes me to panic. "Prim? Prim where are you? Prim!" She is no longer in front of me, and she isn't answering to me. Dammit Prim, if this is a joke I swear to God...
But that is my last thought when everything goes dark.
My eyes open again when I am thrown on the ground, in front of a pair of dirty, scuffed up hunting boots. I look up to see a tall, very well built man with copper colored hair. A wide smile is plastered on his face. "Well, would ya lookie here ladies and gents the man is awake!"
"Who are you?" I growl at the man. He puts his hand to his chest and cries out in mock surprise, "Do my ears deceive me? Does this man not recognize one of Robin Hood's right men?" Wait. Did he just say...Shit! Oh Prim, what kind of trouble have you gotten us in to now?
"Robin Hood did you say? I don't believe you, you do not seem to be the 'merry men' type." Shut up Peeta, shut up do you want to die? my brain screams, but I ignore it, for some strange and stupid reason. The copper colored haired man threw his head back and laughed.
"Don't believe me you say? Well, watch this" he winks at me and cups his hands around his mouth "ROBIN, ROBIN, ROBIN HOOD! COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE! WE HAVE VISITORS!" Not two minutes later, a tiny hooded figure comes out of the trees. The figure moves as swiftly as a cat. The figure stops in front of me, and under the hood, I see a small smirk when the copper colored haired man speaks again, but I don't hear what he says, all I can focus on is my pounding heart and the familiar smell of musky pine, I just don't know where from.
Behind me Prim starts to struggle and scream. No Prim, please don't do this now...
"This one has some fire in her!" The man who talked to me before said walking over to Prim. Before I can yell at him, telling him to get away from my baby sister, the hooded figure steps up to her rescue, removing the hood to reveal a long dark braid and the olive skinned face of a beautiful, and familiar looking young woman. Wait...Robin Hood is...a woman?
Before my brain can comprehend the rest of that, the young woman speaks, "Prim?"
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm so sorry you guyss. I know this chapter is really really short but I needed to get this one up so I can start working on the third. This one was sort of a filler chapter, and to give you a little bit of an inside of Peeta and a little bit of his backstory. I promise you guys that you will have a better chapter next time.
Sorry if there are any mistakes, I still don't have a beta :P I hope to find one soon *fingers crossed* Hope you enjoy!
I do not own any of these characters, I just play around with them. They belong to the lovely Suzanne Collins.