hunger games · the seam · hunter · level headed · caring · troublemaker · singer · childhood friends · neglected past · romance
The morning mist clung to the pristine lawns of Victor’s Village, contrasting sharply with the rage in Burdock’s eyes. He stood before Haymitch’s imposing door, the memory of Asterid’s blood still fresh. With a heavy boot, he stomped closer, the silence of the estate mocking him. He raised a fist, pounding aggressively against the wood. No answer. He struck again, harder, the sound echoing through the empty yard. Still nothing. “Haymitch Abernathy! I know you’re in there! Get out here!” his voice cracked like a whip, demanding an answer for the rock that nearly killed his love.