A/N: Hello! Here's Chapter 6! Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games
I step out into the stable where the chariots are getting ready. District 12's will be pulled by a team of grey horses. I guess we're sticking with the burnt coal thing. Even Rowan is wearing grey. I don't see my parents or Uncle Haymitch. Marius seems to read my mind and tells me that they are in the square, awaiting us. I take a look at the tributes around me. They are dressed in outfits so similar to the ones of the 74th Hunger Games. I know why this is. Coriella Snow is trying to make my parents break. It's the same reason she reaped me, and originally, Rye. It would be too easy to kill Mom and Dad, so she is making them suffer another way. She is killing their only daughter. Adrienne is by the other escorts. They tell us to climb on the chariots. Soon after we do, the District 1 chariot starts moving. The doors open and District 1 emerges. Each of the Districts follow until it is time for District 12. My heart starts beating rapidly and I get dizzy. I hang on to the side of the chariot so I won't fall. Our horses start moving and we enter the Square. The lights are blinding me and I can't see anyone. However, when they see Rowan and I, the crowd falls quiet. They know who I am. Who Rowan and I am. The burnt coal color we are symbolizes who my mother was. The Girl on Fire. Now, the fire has been extinguished. We have no more power. That was all gone when Paylor was assassinated. It seems like a year passes before Rowan and I reach the President's Mansion. It had been rebuilt many years ago, so it looks different than it did in my parents' games. President Coriella Snow is standing on a podium, ready to give a speech. She is still young, probably thirty years old. She is staring at me with her icy blue eyes. Her eyes aren't blue like mine and my father's. Her eyes are cold like ice. She then plasters a fake smile on her face and turns her attention to the crowd.
"Hello citizens of Panem." she says. Some people cheer.
"For thirty-two years, Panem has been out of control. In the year 2147, the Hunger Games was ended and a great president was killed. To make up for all of these tragedies, this Hunger Games will be the best yet. Ladies and gentlemen, I present the tributes of the seventy-sixth annual Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor." She glares at me again, and then my mother. The tribute chariots move toward a building I recognize as the Training Center. Mom told me that the tributes stayed there until the Games began. We would be training for three days before our private training session. At the seventy-fourth Hunger Games, my mom shot an arrow through an apple at the Gamemakers' table because they weren't paying attention to her. Her method certainly worked. On the seventy-fifth Hunger Games, both my parents were risky during their private sessions. Mom hung a dummy and painted the name of the former Head Gamenaker on it, Seneca Crane. Dad painted a picture of Rue, the girl from District 11 that was my mom's ally and friend. The other tributes and I go into the Center. To get to your floor, you have to press the number of your district. The elevator stops at each floor and two tributes get out each time. The little girl that looks like Rue smiles at me before exiting the elevator with her district partner. Then it's just Rowan and me. He looks at me and smirks.
"Looks like the fire is all burned out." he says. Looks like he understood the meaning of the costumes. The door opens and we exit the elevator. Mom, Dad, and Uncle Haymitch are already in the lavish living room. I gasp as I step into the room. It is much fancier than my house. The abstract furniture is covered with velvet. My mother smiles at me.
"You two can go change, and then we can have dinner." she says. Rowan and I make our way to our rooms. I am about to open the door to my room when he blocks the door.
"Sooo..." Rowan purrs.
"Get out of the way." I snap.
"Oooh feisty. Just the way I like them." He smirks. "You're also kinda hot. I should hit that before I kill you." I push him out of the way and enter my room. It is about the same size as my room at home. There is a large four-poster bed in the middle and a window overlooking the city. There is also a bathroom connecting to the bedroom. I walk over to the window and look out at the city. It is dark but the city is alive. With the aid of the lights of the buildings, I can see the mountains in the distance. I heard that people would climb the mountains. I wonder what the view on the top was. I wonder what it would all look like without the city. I sigh and turn around to the bed. There is a red cotton dress and black leggings with silver flats for mee to wear. I strip off my burnt coal outfit and put on the ensemble on my bed. I hear Rowan come out of his room. He pauses for a second before knocking on my door.
"Coming out, Princess?" he asks seductively. After he made that move on me, I don't want to be near him.
"No." I answer.
"Oh, come on." he pleads.
"Get the hell away!" I shout.
"Lucy, are you alright?" I hear my mother ask. I don't answer.
"I think she's just shocked, Mrs. Mellark." Rowan says innocently. "She's had a hard day." I hear my mom sigh.
"Go down to dinner, Rowan. I'll talk to her." Mom says. I hear Rowan's footsteps move toward the dining room. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Lucy?" my mom says gently. "Are you coming down to dinner?"
"I'm not hungry." I tell her.
"Can I come in?" she asks. When I don' answer, she opens the door and walks in. She silently walks over andbsits on the bed with me. I feel a lump in my throat and tears start to pool in my eyes. Mom draws her arm around me and pulls me into her arms. The tears trickle down my face and sobs start to wrack my body. Mom just holds me, rubbing my back and shushing me silently. When I am done crying, she pushes my hair out of my face and wipes my tears away with her thumb.
"I don't want to die." I whimper.
"I know, Lucy." my mother says, her voice quaking slightly. I turn my head up to her.
"I don't want to go back out there." I say. "I don't want to see Rowan." My mom smiles knowingly.
"He's a piece of work, I know." she says. "How about we eat in here tonight?" We do. We sit on my bed, eating dinner and watching funny sitcoms on the television in the room. Later in the night, we get absorbed in an old movie that was made in the 1990s. It was called Titanic. It was about a rich girl that meets a poor boy on a large crise ship in the ocean. The boat ends up hitting an iceberg and sinking. The girl survives but the boy dies. Mom and I are both crying at the end. I end up falling asleep with my head in Mom's lap. It was nice to spend a few bonding moments with my mother before facing reality. I will fight. I will try my hardest to stay alive. Screw Rowan. He will not kill me. I will go home.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! This story will be updating a bit slower because I am working on a new HG story. I's a retelling of Beauty and the Beast. And in case you were wondering, here is some background information on this story that I forgot to provide:
-Since Katniss, Peeta, Lucy, and Haymitch are at the Capitol, Rye is staying with a friend
-District 13 merged with the other districts so it no longer exists So anyway, I need reviews! So review! Love ya! XOXO