Going Back InIt's sort of pathetic how life can't get much better than it has been lately. No, its totally pathetic.
I mean, a few weeks ago there was that incident in the square. Gale Hawthorne was being whipped for poaching by the New Head Peacekeeper, Thread. He went to give what the old Head a turkey, but was surprised by this new man.
I'm not exactly fond of the guy, but I don't want to see someone Katniss cares for being whipped. And then she dove in and got hit herself. That wasn't pretty. I feel horrible because I should have stopped her. And I tried to get her to leave, but she persisted. As she shoved through that crowd, I sent someone for Haymitch, and who knows what would've happened if he didn't step in. And then there was the Peacekeeper, Darius, laying on the ground unconscious for trying to stop the atrocity.
I've never seen such a punishment before. I was told by my parents of a time when rules were reinforced as harshly as that, but years ago before Katniss, Gale and I were even b
Dream Come True...?There she is. Just a few yards away from me on this stage. Standing there, beautiful in a glowing yellow dress. Clean. Alive. Healed. Hardly recognizable compared to days ago. And all mine.
But most importantly, out of that damned arena.
She's stunned by the flashing lights and booming crowds for a moment, but the smile is clear on her face when she sees me. It makes my heart soar. I can't stop smiling at the sight of Katniss smiling at me.
She takes a few steps, jumps into my arms and clings to me. I stagger back, still not use to my prosthetic leg. I need to find a way to tell her about that without frightening her. Without the cane they gave, we both would have gone tumbling to the ground. But as long as she's in my arms, I could care less.
This is unbelievable. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this happening. That's a lie. I did dream this could happen, but I always knew it wouldn't. That's what I told myself. Until she found me half dead in the mud and nursed me back to he
Quarter QuellMy metal plate gives a jerk and begins to move slowly up the tube. No turning back now. I can either go along with the plan the rebels created, or die in here. Though the latter would be so much more peaceful on my part, I have to make it out. For her. I have to see her again.
I straighten my posture and stance, ball my hands into fists, and hold my chin up. I am going to make it out of this arena. I am going to be a rebel. I am going to help defeat the Capitol.
I'm finally out of the dark tube and I look around at my surrondings. Just as I was told. There's water everywhere. All around the other victors, who may or may not know how to swim. Mostly not. But that what these ridiculous bright purple belts are for.
I look for my charges and see them equidistant from me. Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay, is several plates to the right. Peeta Mellark, her boy toy, is about the same amount away, but to the left. She looks alittle shaken, probably never having an oppurtunity to swim in her li