Etant une grande fan de fanfiction (j'en écrit même quelques unes), je passe pas mal de temps sur fanfiction.net. Il n'y existe pas -encore?- de section fanfic françaises sur Hunger Games mais il y a de très bonnes fic en anglais.
Alors pour ceux et celles qui lisent bien l'anglais (et je crois qu'il y en a plusieurs ici
), je vous montre le prologue de ma fic coup de coeur du moment sur fanfiction.net. Elle s'appelle
Flying Sparks et est écrite par
sparksflying. C'est une fanfic terminée de 28 chapitres (modèle des livres de S. Collins) qui est la version imaginée du troisième tome. C'est plutôt bien écrit, avec une imagination un peu tordue, un peu comme S. Collins justement, et des idées sympa même s'il y a quelques longueurs et trucs dérangeants.
Voilà, en espérant que ça vous plaise, je vous poste le début du premier chapitre.
PART I:
"THE BAIT"
(1)
I wake to find Gale and Madge watching me, seated in separate chairs a bit away from the bed I am resting in. They are holding hands and this bothers me like you wouldn't believe. Madge, seeing my eyes flutter open, lets go of Gale's hand and brushes the hair out of my eyes.
"How are you doing Katniss?" Madge says in her sweet tone. She grabs both of my hands and holds them in her own. A rush of jealousy goes through my body. Madge. Gale. They were spending time together. Alone.
I moan and try to sit up. Gale comes over to me and says in a harsh tone that makes Madge release my hands, "Stay down."
Stay down. The very two words that have been haunting me. I've heard them in my nightmares, Johanna calling to me.
Then, I think of Peeta. Peeta is all I can think about anymore. Peeta, who insisted I stay alive in order to live a life I knew I could never have. I feel like I've failed him.
What if it was not me, but Peeta who had gone with Johanna in those last crucial minutes of the Quell? Would he still be alive? Would I still be alive? Probably not. Peeta couldn't have been the one anyway. Johanna, Finnick and Beetee would have never let it happen. They were given special instructions to keep me alive. Had it not been for Haymitch, would they have slit Peeta's throat?
Gale touches my shoulder and says, "Don't worry. You'll see your mother and Prim very soon." His voice is comforting, but I don't believe what he is saying is true.
Without thinking, I push his hand away, off my shoulder, and roll over to face opposite from the pair of them. Gale and Madge. They want me to live, but I feel like I'm losing the will to stay alive. My heart keeps taking me back to Peeta: his kind heart, loving ways and sweet gestures. Also, his effective lying.
I sigh and groan in pain. My head is on fire with fever and my stomach feels empty. I don't think I've eaten for at least a day or so. Rubbing my stomach, I cry out, "Peeta!"
Gale returns to his chair. I can hear the chair sink from his weight. Madge whispers something to him. I don't see it, but I hear her hushed tone and then he responds aloud, "I don't think so. He has lied before to save her. I'm sure he'd do it again."
At first, I didn't know what Madge could have asked, but by the way Gale had said "he", almost as if the "he" was an "it", I knew she must have asked about something Peeta had said. Peeta's said a lot of things. Gale's words hit me hard. He has lied before to save me. It's true. His undying love for me. Our secret marriage in District 12. The baby. That must have been what she was wondering. Was any of it true?
Gale knew it wasn't. He probably saw right through Peeta's answers to Caesar Flickerman's questions. But Peeta had fooled everyone else. Even Madge. If I hadn't been part of his lies, I think I'd have believed him too. He was really a very convincing liar.
I feel very sore and exhausted. From what, I have no idea. I assume it's just after effects of the Games. I wish Gale and Madge would leave me alone. I need to sleep or think about my next plan in action against the Capitol.
Then, I hear the door open and Haymitch's deep, sober voice booms in the room, "Is she awake?"
I turn to face him and respond, "Well, now I am." I act like he's annoyed me by disturbing some kind of impending sleep.
This is the second time I've seen him since the end of the Quell and I don't think it's hit me yet just how much I missed him, just how grateful I am that he is alive. So, I'm rude. Plain, old, rude Katniss Everdeen who never appreciates people until they are gone. Like losing Rue. And now Peeta. President Snow will surely torture him in every way possible. He'll hurt him and make his death slow and painful just to remind rebels how strong the Capitol is and how the star-crossed lovers cannot overcome every obstacle thrown at them. All Peeta wanted was for me to live.
Haymitch hands me a glass of water and for the first time, I realize I'm parched. The cool liquid pours down my throat and I close my eyes. It's good to have clean, fresh water.
"We're almost to District 13," he announces in a solemn state.
I nod and take more sips of my water. Madge and Gale stand up and walk out, as if on cue. Haymitch paces back and forth in front of my bed, as if he is getting ready to break some news. There is a knock on the door. Haymitch opens it and accepts a tray of food from what looks to be a young girl. He hands the tray to me and I start gobbling down all kinds of treasures: meat, soup, and thankfully, no bread from District 3.
Haymitch watches me eat in silence, but he doesn't have to wait long. I've finished everything in a matter of minutes. He continues his pacing and begins what he wants to say, "After we got you from the arena, they doctors hooked up some machines to fix your arm and the rest of your body. I tried to tell them that the whole thing that Peeta said, about the pregnancy, was just a way to divert the Capitol's attention."
I'm unsure where he is going with this. Just making some conversation? I nod again to show I'm listening.
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