SHORT Remake of the Hunger Games!!

Parade

It has been 25 years since Peeta and Katniss have stood on this very chariot. Looking at the Capitol crowd fiercely. Semmi has decided for us to bring it back for this Quarter Quell. Zorran is dressed in black pants, and a black tunic and armor looking thing. I'm wearing a black skirt that goes to my knees, paired with black leggings and boots. My own shirt is skin tight, also black, and paired with a black leather vest. We are each given a cape and we help each other put them on. Semmi comes up to us and sets the cape and our entire suits on fire. It's not hot, and definitely not real, but it looks realistic enough that I naturally start to panick. I try to swallow my fear; my hands are shaking and Zorran glares in front of him. Katniss and Peeta call to us "Wave!" "Look Proud!" "Smile!" We step onto the chariot and the horses walk down the straight.

We are greeted by screaming fans, they are all standing up trying to catch a better view of us. I remember our mentors' words and I shyly raise my right arm to my shoulder and waved. I try to smile but it's hard to focus with all of the noise and colors. I keep my left hand gripped firmly on the bar of the chariot, just out of view from the crowds because of the small front of the chariot. I look down and see both of Zorran's fists tightly balled around the bar, as if he was trying to snap it in two! I slip my left arm around his right so that my hand goes to the right side of his hand again. He throws a glare at me, but his eyes look terrified. "Wave, come on, please?" He slowly lifts his left hand and waves. He eventually smiles, and I hear a few wolf whistles so I do a small curtsy and blow a kiss. Soon, Zorran is wowing the crowd by waving his arm high above his head, laughing, and pointing to crazy fans in the audience. The crowd is thrilled, they are practically tearing up thinking he is pointing to them. All of a sudden, a cold, clammy hand slams onto mine. I yelp and spin my head toward Zorran. He doesn't even realize he hurt me! He pries off my fingers from the bar that seems to be holding my sanity, and throws my hand into the air with such force that it pains my elbow, I cry out, and try to force it back down. "No!" He growls. I'm scared. "They love it! Please? Just loosen up a bit!" I stop fighting, but I make him holding my arm entirely up. If the crowd was calm before, they are going insane now! We finally step off at the end, and we are greeted by our crying prep teams. "Wonderful!" "Amazing!" "Beautiful!" I look around the bobbing head to try to find Katniss or Peeta. I see them, all right. Peeta has frozen up again. His eyes staring off far away, glazed. His muscles tensed, his arms quivering, trembling. Katniss is gently rubbing his arm, and whispering to him in the ear, but she is glaring at us. She doesn't look away.

(I made Zorran point to the crowd to resemble Finnick, and the reason Katniss is shocked and ticked is because Zorran and the character of POV -Aspen- grasped hands like she had with Peeta how many years earlier, the reason I say this now is because it won't be explained later :)