Felicia Feathersfowl's (insert extremely long description here) P.O.V:
"Bow, look!" I hiss, glancing up at the sky. We're still pretty far from District 13, even though we ditched the scooter the minute we realized Bow would have to be at the District 8 Reaping and got on a train. We're on a different one right now, though we were planning on getting off soon as no Capitol train goes to 13. Right now we're on a small balcony off the caboose of the train car.
Bow follows my gaze. Up above us is none other than a Capitol hovercraft. I mutter a curse. We've been discovered. "It's not over quite yet," Bow murmurs.
What should we do?" I ask.
Bow thinks for a moment. The hovercraft flies closer to the ground, towards us. Suddenly, the door behind us that leads into the train car slams open, a Peacekeeper standing there. He has a gun. "Follow me. Now," he says.
Bow glances back behind him, at what I don't know. He leans in close to me and whispers into my ear, his words quiet and rushed. I listen intently. The Peacekeeper aims his gun at Bow's head. He stops whispering, but I've heard enough.
"Stop! We'll come!" I say. The gun is lowered. Handcuffs find their way around my wrists and Bow's wrists. I give him a knowing look as we are lead to the hovercraft to be taken back to the Capitol.
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THE 150th HUNGER GAMES
FanfictionThe story of 192 tributes in nine different Games, the special twist for this 150th year of the Hunger Games, the experiences they will have, and the two rebels that could change everything. ~do both of us a favor and don't copy #Bowlicia~
