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Teaser: "Crossfire" by sponsormusings


Title: Crossfire

Author: sponsormusings

Rating: M

Summary: At 15, family tragedy took Peeta Mellark away from Twelve, and out of Katniss Everdeen’s life. But a missing brother, a long-forgotten heirloom and threats against his own life eventually draws Peeta back to his childhood home - and to Katniss - sending them on a journey across Panem that will change everything. Inspired by the movie ‘Romancing the Stone’

Katniss Everdeen pulled the bowstring taut, rested it against her lips. She kept her hands and her gaze steady, the brightly plumed bird in sight. She’d already gotten enough game to feed both the Everdeens and the Hawthornes for a week - from a combination of her bow and the snares she’d set - but this; well, this would be a prize. She could pluck the feathers and sell them to the milliner for a mint, and the meat she was sure old Sae down at the Hob would buy.

She breathed in once, deeply, then let it out again. Her fingers quivered against the string with tension -

And a loud crash broke her concentration and sent the bird flying for the hills.


Rising to her feet and angrily jamming the unused arrow back in the quiver, Katniss tossed her bow crossways over her shoulder and stalked through the dense trees. If one of those damned Waterson boys had followed her out here again, there’d be hell to pay.

She pushed through another thicket, a wide branch slapping her across the back of her thighs as she went past, then stopped dead at the upended hovercraft that came into view at the bottom of the incline ahead.

What the hell?

Wisps of smoke curled lazily into the air, and a compartment had burst open to spread food and medical supplies across the space. A tree sloped at a 45° angle from where the hovercraft had obviously headed nose-first into it, and a trail of broken branches and upended trees showed its trajectory from the sky.

With a sigh, Katniss braced a palm against a tree, ready to make her way down and help, when she saw a movement and paused. A blond head had peered out from one of the smashed in windows, a faint trickle of blood marring the smooth cheek. And even from this far away, and after so many years, the recognition hit her like a sledgehammer.

It was Peeta Mellark.
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