~hi me again, ya if you stuck with me you know what this chapter is, and I hope you enjoy~ review~
"help, help, I'm being repressed! come and see the violence inherent in the system." - montly python holy grail. movie.
~Maryanne pov~
Sitting in suspense was a horrible feeling, even with finnick right beside her squeezing the daylights out of her hand, was of little comfort.
"What would happen now?" she thought, now that mags was dead and no Annie, what's going to happen? She had no clue, and that means facing what's going to come on that screen in front of her, it really scared her.
Caesar comes to stage, this puts finnick on edge saying the quarter quell wasn't supposed to be announced till months later on. I knew what would happen, but what could I say "you're going back into the games, good luck?"
"ya that would work." she thought disgusted in herself for thinking such a thought.
The anthem begins to play, and I feel sick to my stomach with dread. And here comes snow, he replays the dark days as always. Then we get to the quarter quell, on the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder of the rebels and so on and so on.
"On the fifth anniversary-" he's personally dragging it out.
"And now we honor our third quarter quell" says the president. Finnick squeezes hard but I let him, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors."
Finnick jumps up from the love-seat that we were sitting on, and grabbed the nearest object which was a coffee table, and threw it across the room making it shatter into pieces when it connected to the wall.
"And to further to district four, seeing as there are no female tributes the reaping they will be picked as always."
Then all of a sudden he fell to his knees and burred his face in his hands, and began to shake with shallow cries. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and burred my face into his back, crying myself for all that's going to come.
~Diana pov~
It's out, over and done nothing left to say, and more to do but district four was a twist? What could have brought no female tributes? Was there someone there that was changing things like piper, her mined was working over time. It could be that Maryanne and Meagan was also here, or it could be piper again?.
"Piper- I wonder if she's ok" I thought feeling guilty for not paying attention to her friend, and how she should have got into contact with her.
"I just hope she's ok" she thought looking over to her left was Portia, and to her right was cinna, they were both here for her and they all watched the quarter quell together.
"Now all we have to do is wait." cinna said, look at Portia and then me, I gave a node. And cinna took my hand and gave a squeeze as he got up, and walked forward into the designing room where he was making the interview dress; as he trailed away Diana's eyes followed his every move. Once he was out of sight her gaze shifted to Portia who was giving her a Siamese-cat sort of smile.
All Diana did was roll her eyes, a similar smile on her face to even in this situation.
~ya catching fire time, now you know why I killed off mags, you don't? Well you will. And cheers to all of you who reviewed and viewed and followed and I still have my eyes on you France ; ( and anyway next chapter will be the reaping! And so stay tone and also there are no other female victor except mags, or at lest not in this fanfic~ so review~ and I mean you France~~~~~~~~~