The Hunger Games after Mockingjay

Don't read this unless you have read Mockingjay or you want spoilers.

I started this Movella because of a assigned paper about anything. Hope you like it!!! If you have questions comment I will try to update as soon as possible

This is about Katniss and Peeta. What will happen when they get kidnapped?
I don't own The Hunger Games. Suzzane Collins and the producer of the movies owns it.


24. Visits

Katniss's POV



"Get some sleep because Miss Everdeen and your guys daughter are on their way."


Suddenly I started seeing images of my sister, Prim. "No! Prim. My sister, she-she shouldn't have died!" I screamed running out of the room. I shoved Haymitch out of my way. Hot fiery tears rolling down my face. "It's my fault. It should have been me!"



Peeta's POV


"You uh might want to check on your wife." Haymitch stopped me in the door. "She has a wonderful taste in fashion." Haymitch said chuckling.

I bulleted out the door. Were could she be? The roof.

"Katniss? Katniss!"

"She should be safe at home. Not dead. It's my fault. I should have died. Not here."

" It's not your fault Katniss."

"Not all of my fault Gale built those bombs."

"Katniss." I said picking her up. He legs were on my right arm and her back was leaning on my left arm. She leaned her head on my chest, still crying.

When we got back to the room Haymitch had already left. Katniss fell asleep as I out her on the bed. I pulled the comforter over her and walked over to my side of the bed. I carefully climbed into bed. Katniss didn't wake up screaming, which is good.



Katniss's POV

"Get up today is a big, big, big day!" Effie squealed. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock. 7:30 in the morning. I moaned and put the orange pillow over my face.

"Katniss honey, it's time to get up." Peeta tried. When I didn't move he said "you want to see our daughter don't you?"



I got up and went over to my dresser, but I wasn't in the mood to change. I braided my hair and Peeta changed into maroon sweat pants and a plain white t-shirt.

 I grabbed Peeta's hand and starred into his shinning baby blue eyes. "What?"

"I don't know what it is about you, we are going into another arena tomorrow to fight to death and you just make me feel safe, Peeta, your amazing."

"You are too." He said leaning down to plant a short, but sweet kiss on my lips. "Ready?"

I nodded as he opened the door. James, Crystal, Prim, and my mom were there. "You're-you're,"

"Here. Yes. Do you want Prim?" My mom asked interrupting me.

"Yes." I said walking over to my mom.

"I don't know who's more beautiful, Prim or Katniss." James said looking at Prim.

"She looks more like Peeta than she does me." I said.

"Katniss, you may have gotten a 12, but I will still get you!" Crystal screamed in a sharp tone.

"Good luck with that. See, people have tried to, but obviously didn't failed."

"Ugh!" She screamed throwing herself on me.

"Katniss!" Peeta shrieked handing my mom, Prim.

I attackted her back. We were both bleeding before our fight was broken up. When she was lifted off of me she kept kicking and scratching. Peeta pulled me into a tight hug.

"We'll be going." James said as he and Crystal left.

"Come on let's get you cleaned up." Peeta said talking me into the bathroom to get me cleaned up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. What would be wrong with me?" I replied sarcastically.

"Yeah..." Peeta sighed.

"You love it."

"What is it that I love?"

"How strange I am." I said smirking.

"Yeah, that is true." He said pecking me on the nose.




"How was your visit with Johanna?" My mom asked.

"It was good. We learned that she doesn't like the kids from her District." I said.

"Is that good?"

"Well, I think she wants to help us, so, I would hope so." I said siting down.

We'll be just fine." Peeta said sitting next to me.

 "Yeah..." I sighed.

"Uh...Sorry to interrupt, but Miss.Everdeen and Prim will have to leave soon." Haymitch said scratching his head.

"Can we go with them?" I mumbled.

"Psh. If only." Peeta said under his breath, but I caught him. He looked up at me. "What are you think about beautiful?"

"Are you talking to me?" I said grinning like a crazy person.

"Who else would I be calling beautiful?"

"I don't know."

"My point exactly."


Author's note

Sorry it took me so long to write this short chapter. I, for unknown reasons dreaded this chapter.

Next chapter will be posted as soon as possible.

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