I haven't updated in forever. So sorry Had some drama going back to China for a visit, then my grandmother had a really bad fall and she was in ICU and I have two weeks to end of year exams, so I've also been on a tight study schedule. But I should not be making excuses. I've just been lazy. And for that, dear readers, I am very sorry.
I realize that I write better when I'm in school. Maybe because I'm more awake. So, doing this in school again. Let's hope it works.
Reviews are always appreciated
The hallways look familiar, but then again, all of them do. Each one we pass through looks exactly like the one before. I can't help but be suspicious of the emptiness here, but I guess that's something I should be grateful for. Maybe they're all outside training? Or possibly an expansion? After the Capitol was taken down, it is not uncommon for districts to expand. I've heard rumors about plans to get rid of the fence and build more into the forest, though I can't say I'm too pleased about that. But either way, the lack of people around is making life a lot easier for me, especially with Marigold.
Marigold. She's so quiet. She's tall, but her back is never upright. She might be the most timid child I've ever seen before. But she's attentive with a keen sense of hearing. In the last fifteen minutes, there have been a number of times where she's told me not to enter a room because there are people in it. She would make for an excellent hunter.
Some sprints and elevator rides later, I finally find an area that I remember clearly. I grab Marigold's arm and pull her through the hall until we reach a room I remember clearly. I walked in on Gale working with Beetee here once, and I don't think they would've renovated a room with so many important things.
I look at my new friend, and she immediately understands. She stands by the door, still as the Capitol's marble statues. When she finally gestures for me to go ahead, I release a breath I didn't know I was holding and push in. But before I can take a step, she grabs my hand, turns me to face her, and puts a finger on her lips. I nod.
Sure enough, there is one man in a corner, leafing through papers, evidently looking for something. He doesn't seem like he would be of any importance. We'll just have to work around him.
I squat in a spot where he wouldn't see me, and do some sorting of my own. There are trap plans, artillery plans, weapons of every kind. I can feel the excitement working through me. I'm close. I'm getting close. I just need to find a computer…
The door slams. I immediately drop to my knees, ready to get up and run if I have to. Marigold puts a hand over my mouth, stifling what I assume was going to be a whimper. I sigh inwardly. She's going to need some taking care of.
I'm straining my ears, but I can't hear a thing. I stand up.
I cannot believe what I'm seeing. There's a projection coming from a table; a hologram, probably. Could be what I'm looking for…
I run to the center table, only to find that there are a few different computers there. I look back to check on Marigold, and she looks extremely uneasy. But that's all she's ever been, so I decide to just go ahead anyways.
The adrenaline pumping through my veins is keeping me on edge. I play around with the thing, and it turns out to be an information map. I'm getting more and more excited by the minute. I look through page after page of weaponry, taking pictures of them. I don't know how much time has passed, but I hear the sounds of a scrimmage outside.
I freeze in my place, and Marigold disappears out of sight. A few minutes later, Gale marches in dragging a limp body behind him. Beetee and Haymitch follow behind him.
"Gale." I run to him. He looks up and grins.
I roll my eyes and choose to ignore him. I turn to Beetee. "There's a hologram information map on that table in the middle. There's a few, actually. I'm not completely sure how to use it, but I found some weapon plans." Gale's eyes meet mine in a split second, and I know exactly what he's thinking. Haymitch notices.
"Let's just get Beetee to figure it out first, alright kids?" He gives Gale a warning look, which he completely disregards.
"Let's get to it," Gale says with utmost determination. "There's more than one?"
"Katniss!" Beetee shouts from across the room. His eyes are still on the hologram but his voice sounds excited. "You just found us direct access to the updated, complete database. How did you even manage to get in?"
Everyone's buzzing, and his question doesn't matter. Direct access to their database? How could I not have known that? I was probably only looking at a tiny portion of what was actually there. There would be building plans, strategic plans, personal files and information and…
"Okay. I've unlocked the other ones, everyone look for something useful."
Gale gets on one immediately and starts leafing through weapon files. I try not to think about what he must be trying to do. "You say these things have everything?" When Beetee nods, Gale's jaw sets. "Thank you."
"I have a strategic plan!" cries Haymitch.
"I've got their communication system. All of it right here. They've had undercover Capitolites setting traps around the city."
"Everything that's ever been recorded. Every weapon, every trap, every bomb that any district has ever created. And by whom." I freeze and look up at Gale.
"That's not what we have to focus on, Gale. Not right now."
"But you want to know just as much as I do, don't you?"
A sharp pang of emotion strikes me in the heart as I remember Prim catching fire. "It won't change anything."
He shakes his head, and keeps searching through files.
Suddenly, alarms start going off.
The buzzing and beeping is so loud, I couldn't hear Marigold running over until she grabbed my arm. The rest of my team glance at her, but they know that now is no time to ask questions. The siren in my ear is deafening.
"Katniss! How did you get into this system?" Beetee shouts. I can barely make out what he's saying.
"It was already unlocked!"
His eyes widen, and I suddenly realize that I just made a big, big mistake.
Haymitch runs for the door and rattles the knob. "Locked."
"What is going on?" I feel the panic starting to take over as I find myself by the door, kicking and shoving at it.
"The man we just dragged in was outside, waiting for something. We though he was looking for a colleague, but he was probably waiting for you to leave…"
"And then I accessed the open hologram…and there must have been a time sensor…and it was set off…"
"Sweetheart, we can discuss this later. Find a way out. Now!" Haymitch runs back and forth, groaning and knocking things over. This is the thing about an underground district. Rooms really only have one door.
"Airvents…" I mutter. "Look for the airvents! It's the only way people would be able to breathe down here." We all scatter, except Gale. He stays exactly where he is, rapidly moving his fingers through pages and pages of plans. "Gale, hurry. We need to get out of here."
When I don't get an answer, I run to him, ready to put all my strength into dragging him away. In a corner of the room, I hear Haymitch shouting for us to make an exit. He's found a way out, but the one person that I need to leave the most isn't budging.
"Marigold! Marigold, go with Haymitch, okay?" She nods, and I single to Haymitch to take care of her.
"What about you?" she asks me. Her frail, unused voice sounds so panicked, I want to pull her into a hug. But there's no time.
"I'll be fine. Just go!" I give her a shove in Haymitch's direction, and she runs. I turn my attention back to Gale. "We need to get out of here, too."
"No, you need to get out of here. I need closure. I need information. I need to know if it was mine." The sirens have stopped now, which can't be a good thing.
"I'm not leaving without you."
He turns to face me. "You have to. I don't need or want to be responsible for the death of another Everdeen girl." The pain in his voice almost makes me want to do as he says. Almost.
"You're not being held responsible for the first one. You're not being held responsible for Prim." Something stabs at my heart when I say her name. "I just got you back. I can't lose you again."
"Katniss, I need to set myself free from this! I need to know! It doesn't matter if you think it wasn't me, or if you don't hold me responsible. Somewhere inside, you will relate her death to me. And even if you don't, I will." He turns back to looking for the files.
"Gale…" I pause, fighting to keep my voice from cracking. "You know I'm going to die trying to make you believe me."
"And you know I'm going to die trying to find out the truth."
The lights went out.
I'm sorry it was kind of sloppy… I'm running out of ideas. Agghhh that's what I get for not planning my storylines before I write them. I'll try to do better next time. Promise…