10Okay hello… this is my second fanfiction though not my first story… and I got this idea from Peeta and Finicks Mistress and Lucindamellark. I love this kind of story and I couldn't find any that's finished and so I'll make my own… I hope you enjoy. Ps. I own none if these characters. All rights go to Suzanne Collins.
Katniss wakes up feeling uncomfortable. The first thing she feels is the slightly damp grass underneath her, not the scratchy sheets of her and prim's bed. Second it's the heat. It feels like she's surrounded by many bodied. Third. The smell… so many. Some smell like smoke and wood, cinnamon and del, then the worst one. Roses. Not like normal roses. But ones that have a discusting perfume, they smell genetically enhanced.
She finally opens her eyes. And jumps up from the shock. All around her are random and known people crawling to their feet. Her eyes lock on President Snow. What is he doing here?! Where are we?! She frantically try's to calm herself and try to think of what happened last night.
Then the presidents voice comes. "Get up you fools! Where have you taken me?!" this is the first time she's ever heard any kind of fear in the presidents voice.
Who are these people? There's about forty six people here. Katniss eyes lock on someone from home. Haymitch Abernathy district 12's last living Victor. The drunken man staggers to his feet and he looks around annoyingly until his eyes land on President Snow where he looks utterly confused and then on a large, dark skinned man with only one arm. He seems relaxes at the sight of this man.
Next Katniss's eyes find him. Him. Him as in Peeta. Peeta Mellark. What is he doing here? He of all people?
Katniss's thoughts are broke at a flashing light. A blinding light. Next comes a shape, figure, then a women.
Her voice echoes across the meadow.
"Hello tributes and president! You must all be wondering where you are. I shall inform you. First, I am Suzanne Collins from the year 2020. Ten years before my year I posted the last book of the Hunger games. When I first started writing it was because of my dreams. I dreamt of all of this. It's because it happens. It really happens. And you can try and change it. Try and change all of the deaths that happen. Try and change the Hunger games. Yes I know none of you believe me. But that is at it should be. Human nature you could say. As I was saying, there is a house beyond this meadow and forest. What you will find are are all the things you need to live. And the books. Three books which tell the story of the mockingjay. Katniss Everdeen." she points to Katniss. Katniss. Me? How could I be a mockingjay? How is any of this possible?! Last night I was with prim! "I notice that all of you don't think this is real. It is. You are not dreaming. You are not hallucinating. If you want to live, get acquainted with each other, find your sleeping arrangements, because, you'll be here however long it takes. Farewell." and with that the lady disappears.
This can't be real! Katniss scowls at the thin air where the women just stood. How could this be real? It can't! But then what choice does she have?
She grudgingly followed the others towards the looming house. More like mansion! Who built this place? It looks older than the dark ages. Way out in the middle of no where.
After getting settled down everyone's in the huge living room with the three books sitting at the center table. Everyone's sitting in a circle, a large L shaped leather couch, many poofy arm chairs and day beds.
"Well seems how half of us are victors," starts a bronze haired man, "I believe we should start getting to know our names?"
Sorry it's so short and poorly written I'm in a rush