The Fire Keeps Burning

by GayAssTrash

The rebellion failed; planned by Snow and Coin. It's been 20 years since Katniss and Peeta have been in the arena, and the games are still haunting them. Panem has expanded, and the Games are ten times worse. When Katniss and Peeta's daughter is sent into the arena, how will Katniss react? Will she break down, or carry on?... Rated T because it's Hunger Games. Post-Mockingjay.

11. Flowers

The day before the reaping is usually uneventful. As normal, we all just sit around the television at midday for pre-reaping excitement and announcements. Nothing really, besides for famous Capitolites telling which district they think will put up a good fight this year,

As always, people expect some good competition from district 1, 2, 4 and 18. Some strange man with azure blue skin and neon orange hair, apparently one of the Capitol's most famous hair stylists, thinks that District 11 could do well, considering that they had a victor last year - Scythe.

I temporarily smile, as Scythe was Rue's youngest sibling. Scythe was 20 when reaped, and promised that she would win for her life-saving sister, Rue. I haven't spoken with her much, but she seems fond of me, after all I'd done for Rue.

*"^"*
Shortly after 2 o' clock, someone knocks at the door. Prim pauses our race and makes me answer it.

"Hello?" I ask, opening the fine mahogany door.

"Hi, is Prim there?" It's Dillon Cartwright.

"Yes, she is," I reply, "Come in." He steps in, hiding something from me. "What're you hiding?" I ask. He shows me a bunch of flowers. There's no need to ask who they're for. It's obvious.

I don't even need to show him where to go, as she is calling me, asking who it is. But I still walk in first.

"For you, madame." Dillon says, gesturing to the flowers. Prim smiles, accepts the flowers and hugs Dillon

"A proper gentleman." I smirk. Dillon and Prim giggle.

"For good luck, tomorrow." Dillon smiles, before cheekily kissing Prim on the cheek. I smile at the wonder of it all.

*"^"*
Dillon goes home after dinner, which was very enjoyable. Peeta made yet another divine meal. Prim hugs Dillon before he leaves, and a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Don't worry." Dillon says. "It'll all turn out fine." He kisses her temple, turns to the door and leaves.

*"^"*
Prim comes to sleep in Peeta and I's room, and we don't dare object. It's going to be a tough night for her. But at least she's ready.

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A/N: I wasn't going to upload, but since it's a month until the Premiere of Catching Fire today, I had to celebrate, so I give you this! The next chapter is the reaping, and things really kick off from then. Keep reading my fans! :)