|Future of the Mockingjay
Author: TheGirlOnFire29 PM
The wars between the Capitol and the Rebels have come and past. Everyone is living different, peaceful lives... except for Katniss Everdeen. After her tremendous loss of her fellow tributes and Prim, will her life ever be the same again?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Adventure - Katniss E. & Peeta M. - Chapters: 26 - Words: 24,028 - Reviews: 60 - Favs: 31 - Follows: 27 - Updated: 04-16-12 - Published: 10-10-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6387312
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the title (The Hunger Games) or any of the characters related to it. The book and characters all belong to SUZANNE COLLINS. Any names I create or extra characters I add do belong to me.
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CHAPTER 1: RECALLING THE GAMES
As the first robin perches on my windowsill and bellows the first tones of my morning, I groggily sit up. I rub my eyes, searching the empty bed beside me. I gasp as I realize that it was the exact same scene from the morning of my 5th reaping when I was 16.
The 74th Hunger Games have been the cause of my nightmares for so long... as have the 75th. The brutal Quarter Quell, in which the tributes were reaped from the victors of a district, had taken the lives of almost all of my fellow tributes.
The Hunger Games was the title of barbaric battle made by the Capitol and that was only eligible for children 12 to 18.
I count off the names of all the lost souls. Finnick was gone. The sweet, flirty boy from District 4 was no more. A tear rolls down my cheek as I whisper the last name.
I, Katniss Everdeen-Mellark, had watched as my sister was burned to ashes. Her screams still pierced my ears, the image of her flaming body danced behind my eyelids even when I was asleep.
My body slowly starts to crumple and descend toward the mattress, until I am lying with my face pressed up against the sheets, trying to stifle the sobs that are coming. Tears form puddles and make the soft fabric cling to my face, and I try to stop.
I need to be brave. Not just for Peeta, but for my children as well.
I sigh. I really need to get up.
"Katniss?" Peeta whispers. He slowly makes his way to the bed, and I hear the creak and groan of each protesting floorboard as he painfully closes the distance between us.
"Sweetheart," he murmurs, stroking my hair. He pulls me into his chest and I sob more freely, throwing my arms around his strong neck.
"I'm sorry!" I manage between hysterical crying.
"Shh, Katniss you have nothing to apologize for," he says pulling me nearer.
He rocks me back and forth for a while and then my lips find their way to his.
At first his eyes scrunch up from the saltwater on my lips, and then he moves his in their familiar pattern, fitting my lips to his the way they always have.
After a moment of this, the door next to us creaks open. Tiny padded footsteps slowly form a rhythm as my daughter makes her way to our room.
Peeta and I stop, and I furiously scrub my face with my sleeves.
A small voice comes from the other side, "mommy, daddy?"
"Come in," Peeta and I say simultaneously.
She walks in and crawls into my lap, and I kiss the top of her head.
"Good morning, my precious Rue," I say.
Yes, Rue was her name. She was not yet old enough to know of her namesake, the little girl from District 11 who had been my ally in my first Hunger Games. She had died in my arms as I sung her the lullaby my children hear every night.
"Good morning!" she greets brightly as Peeta kisses her nose.
"Let's go eat some breakfast, your mom has to get ready first," he says, sensing that I was not yet ready to get up.
After they leave I take a quick shower and change into my usual pants and shirt. I tug on my father's leather boots and braid my hair down my back.
I was still Katniss Everdeen… just with an extra name attached.
When Peeta and I had gotten married, it was no fancy event. I had insisted on keeping 'Everdeen' but adding 'Mellark' to the end and it was held at our house, with Haymitch as the Pastor and my mother and Greasy Sae as our only guests. Peeta's family would have come as well... if they had survived the bombing. I shook my head, trying to clear the memory of the Capitol planes dropping bombs and setting District 12 on fire.
Of course there was also an empty seat in the front, right where my ex-best friend would have sat. For you see, I haven't heard from Gale in over twenty years.