Chapter 2
It felt ironic now, the Vic had once been a place where only Capitol houses were places, all neat and in a line, but now it was more like the Seam. Only here they had three meals a day, and every other night. Still it was either working at a job or going out hunting, their was no both, especially with two children both hungry for food and Peeta's paintings weren't selling as they used too. It was either that people had once bought the things because they wanted something by Peeta Mellark, victor of District 12 and rebel, or that his paintings were no longer beautiful.
She refused to believe the latter, but that was what Peeta himself believed and it wasn't helping the financial situation. He slept less every night, which wasn't much to start with. She watched him rolled out of the bed and walk out of the room. After a few seconds she tossed the covered off her and pulled on a coat. She followed him to his usual spot on the couch as watched him turn on the TV. Sighing she pulled out the kettle and filled it with water. He didn't look at her, knowing what she was doing. "You should sleep, you don't need to stay up because of me," He said taking the cup of tea.
Katniss sat down next to him, sipping at the favoured water. "You know I can't." Then she felt his arm over hers, his face was long and sad. His lips moved but she could hardly hear him, what she did hear disturbed her, "…maybe we should have kept the winnings, you know, the ones from the…" His breathe caught and he sipped at his tea. She stared at him.
"We gave them up for a reason Peeta, how would you feel if we were living off the stuff that the Capitol gave us for killing other children. We would have to explain it to Lilac and Rye too, what will they think?"
"They have the right to know."
"But not now…not for a long time," Katniss soothed, turning to the TV, they were doing a segment on a big company, one that was revolutionising Panem. Though according the news it wouldn't be just Panem for very long. The country would soon become split into two.
"They tell them at school you know, they tell them everything. About the…you know, and about the Capitol. Wait…do you recognise that guy?" Peeta said as the man they had seen only a few days ago walked onto the screen, the volume was on low so she couldn't hear what they were saying but the name at the bottom of the screen didn't match the picture. The words were Gale Hawthorne, but the image was of a man in his twenties with pale skin, white blonde hair and blue eyes. They sat in shock as the man talked to the presenter.
Then the segment ended and an advertisement began. "Do you think…?" She started. Peeta shook his head and stood. Putting is cup onto the bench. He looked back at her, "It going to paint…maybe this time it'll look good."
