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The Hunger Games: The Violent Hour

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Chapter One

“Katniss. Katniss, are you there?”

I started, my hand flicking to my left temple. “Yes, mother, I’m here.”

“I miss you.”

I gave a wary glance around the house, looking for Peeta. “Stop. I don’t want to hear it. You abandoned Prim and me when dad died. You abandoned me when she died. Don’t tell me you miss me,” I mumbled, my chest constricting in pain at the memory.

I heard a long sigh on the other side of the line, and then someone talking. “Look, Katniss, I have to go. Tell Peeta and the kids I said hello, all right?” Then I heard a click, a signal that she hung up.

Good. I wouldn’t have answered anyway.

It’s been 32 years since the Capitol’s defeat. The memory of the events of that day tore at my conscience, always trying to figure out how I could have made it different. How I could have saved my sister from becoming a human torch.

How I could’ve been there with her when the parachutes blew.

Rye poked his head out of his room, pacing over to me when he saw my expression. “Mom, are you ok?”

I blinked, forcing my thoughts away. I forced a small smile. “Yes, I am. Please go get your sister. We need to start eating.”

“Dad too?” he asked.

“No, just your sister,” I answered.

My son ran up the stairs, me following suit. He opened his sister’s door and told her it was time for dinner.

I was still outside of the room Peeta and I shared when she emerged from the door.

“How is dad?” she asked slowly, carefully.

“Better than this morning, Iris,” I replied, waiting for her to go downstairs.

She understood and nodded, hurrying downstairs where Greasy Sae’s Wild Turkey Stew was waiting.


This morning Peeta had another flashback. We’d been walking the streets of the rebuilt District 12 when a mutt approached us, a rare skull in hand. I felt his hand tighten on mine and I turned to face him in time to watch his pupils dilate to cover his blue irises. Just like I did 30 years ago, I kissed him full on the mouth and clenched his hands, attempting to bring him back to me. “Stay with me.”

“Always,” he said before he let go of my hand and sprinted in the direction of Victor’s Village.


I was jolted back to the present by the sudden absence of something to lean on. Luckily, the two times I’d been in the Hunger Games always kept me on my toes.

“Come to check on me?” a voice asked while I was steadying myself.

My head snapped up to meet the eyes of the boy with the bread – blue and untouched by Tracker Jacker venom. “Yes,” I admitted, raking my eyes over his body, checking for any signs of abuse.

Peeta smiled. “Good. Now Katniss, please take these off of me so we can go downstairs and eat?”

I reached for the key in my back pocket and stopped, a suspicious look on my face. “Are you sure you’re up for it?” I asked.

“As sure as I will ever be,” he answered truthfully and held his wrists out to me. I studied his expression for some time, looking for any signs of madness. I saw none. Peeta was always in his best mood after one of his episodes.

Beetee said it was his euphoria after being in such a dark state.

I took the key out of my pocket and shoved it in the keyhole on the cuffs, grateful he had managed to get these on while he was mad. “If you say so.”

Peeta rubbed his wrists, wincing when he opened a wound. I trotted to the restroom, getting bandages and sterilizer. He met me at the door and I quickly dressed his wounds, ignoring the piercing gaze he had on my face.

“You know, if we should be worried about anyone,it should be you. I heard you screaming this morning,” he said.

“Just another nightmare,” I muttered dryly, taping the bandage in place.

“You’ve been having a lot of those lately,” he said.

I finally looked at him. “Well I can’t help it, you know? Why didn’t you wake me?”

“By the time I came back upstairs from outside, you had stopped.”

“Why were you outside?” I asked.

“Rye asked me why you always have an empty look in your eyes,” he stated, looking down. A single tear rolled from his cheek.

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:The Hunger Games: The Violent Hour: (1) Flashbacks


Alexandra Daddarioas Silver Iris Mellark
Cody Simpsonas Rye Mellark
Logan Lermanas Axel Hawthorne
Shay Mitchellas Alura Abiteth
Garrett Hedlundas Retiarius Odair
Jennifer Lawrenceas Katniss Everdeen
Alex Pettyferas Peeta Mellark
Gaspard Ullielas Gale Hawthorne
Woody Harrelsonas Haymitch Abernathy
Scarlett Johanssonas Alva Snow
Thandie Newtonas Enobaria Abiteth
Alexis Bledelas Annie Cresta
Kristen Stewartas Johanna Mason
Elizabeth Banks as Effie Trinket

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