The End

Klark struggled to get the key out of her pocket as she headed to the door of her mother’s small apartment. Her father was away in another District gathering inspiration for his next project. She scowled as she dropped her keys, having to stoop down to pick them up. When she looked back up at the door she squealed slightly. A small spider was by the door handle. She blew on it to scare it away but all it did was hunker down, waiting for the wind to stop. She paused and waited for the spider to move along. She hated spiders. She hated that they were always close to her and watching her without her knowing it. Her frown deepened and suddenly she hit her palm against the small spider, killing it instantly.

She put the key in the lock and let herself into the apartment. She slammed the door behind her, she paused to the sound of humming coming from the living area. She turned left and peaked her head into the room, smiling at the view.

Leksa had a knife her hand, obviously having been in the kitchen just moments before.

“So, kiss this one last time and I’m gone for good!” Leksa gyrated her hips a bit and then turned toward the door into the living area. She saw Klark after humming the melody and screaming “Kiss this!” into her knife. She dropped the knife and froze, the song she had been making up and the dancing ending as she stood awkwardly in Klarks living area. Klark nodded her head, keeping the melody in her head.

“You, misunderstood, so kiss this one last time and I’m gone for good!” She continued the song, smiling with Leksa went to pick up the knife again. Klark danced her way into the room as Leksa hummed the rhythm that was in her head.

“Kiss this!” They yelled in unison, erupting into fits of laughter. Leksa turned red and headed back into the kitchen.

“Normally, I would’ve gotten punished for that. My parents hated it. But I needed it in between training sessions at the bunker.” Leksa called over her shoulder.

“I’m not going to yell at you for singing. How did you know this is where I lived?” Klark shouted back as she headed into her room. She emerged from her room wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants.

“You can thank Snow. He’s building us a house 3 days walk from the Capitol. Wants to keep an eye on us I suppose. Breaking rules and whatnot.” Leksa waved the knife around in the air as she readjusted the veggies she had been cutting with her bad arm.

Klark narrowed her eyes as Leksa cut the veggies. She hated Snow, unlike her friends. They adored him and thought he was truly looking out for their best interests. Klark had been to the other Districts with her Dad though and while it had been a while, she wasn’t a fool. Klark watched for any signs of pain within Leksa’s movements. She knew her mom had at least told Leksa to take it easy but knowing Leksa, she would do as she pleased and complain later.
Leksa flinched a little when she went to move the cutting board into the sink. Klark was immediately on her feet and taking the cutting board from her.

“Go rest.” Klark said to her. Leksa narrowed her eyes in defiance.

“Go rest.” Klark said impatiently. “I..I’m sorry. I just want you to heal properly.” Klark allowed her face to soften and show the vulnerability in her feelings for Leksa. Blue met green and a tsk was heard as Leksa reluctantly gave in and headed for the closest chair.

“Where will I be sleeping?” Leksa looked at the ground. She expected Klark would probably try and give up her bed for her, opting for the couch.

“With me.” Klark rinsed off the cutting board and put it away. She turned around and leaned against the counter behind her. Klark was waiting for an argument to start.

“Okay.” Leksa was looking at everywhere but Klark. “Snow said he’d have money sent so I could get clothes.” Klark frowned. Snow was being awfully generous to two people who had broken one of his ‘cardinal’ rules about the games.

“Just wear my clothes. We’re about the same size.” Klark shrugged and crossed her arms. The less they took from Snow, the less they would owe back to him.

Leksa started to fidget under Klarks stare. Klark watched as Leksa’s arm went up to the cage belt around her hips.

“Come on.” Klark whispered to her. She started to leave the kitchen but went slow, knowing Leksa was starting to feel the pain again. Klark went into her room and pulled out a pair of cloth shorts and a strapped tank top.

“Sit on the bed.” Klark instructed as Leksa caught up to her. Klark dashed into her mother’s room and headed into her bathing room. She opened a few cabinets before she finally found what she had been looking for. She opened the jar she had found and rubbed some of the green in between her finger to be sure it was what she thought it was.

She sniffed it and nodded, putting the green back into the jar. She closed the cabinet before her and went back to her room. Leksa was waiting on her bed, already having changed from the pants into the shorts, her boots and pants littered on the floor. Klark slightly frowned at the mess and then saw the streaks on Leksa’s face.

“Oh, dear. You should’ve waited.” She was instantly kneeling in front of Leksa on the edge of her bed.

“I...I saw my reflection in the mirror and I thought I had blood on my face..” Leksa’s voice was weak.

“No. You’re safe. You’re by my side.” She took Leksa’s hand and put it against her cheek. “I’m here. You’re here. You’re safe. Bellamie can’t get to you.” She looked into Leksa’s face and saw the tears starting to form at the mention of Bellamies name. ‘Fuck’ Klark thought to herself. She shouldn’t have even mentioned him.

“Focus on me Leksa. Focus on my touch as I help you change, okay? Breathe. Please, remember to breath.” She felt her own tears forming but pushed them down, Leksa needed her. She undid the clasps of the belt around Leksa’s waist. She slowly pulled the sleeve from Leksa’s bad arm and rested the fabric against her shoulder, making sure to press her hands against Leksa’s arm as she did.

Klark kissed Leksa’s forehead as she pulled Leksa’s other arm from the sleeve. Klark leaned back slightly and lifted the shirt off of Leksa. She used Leksa’s hips to turn her so she could get too ehr back injury. She frowned and grunted in frustration. Leksa had managed to bleed through her bandage.

She stood up so she could see the where the wound was and slowly undid the binding. She took off the cloth that held the green salve against the wound. Klark opened the jar as she had taken from and applied it to a new cloth. She would need new binding for Leksa. She’d need to remind her mom in the morning to bring some back from the hospital. She bound the new cloth against Leksa, making the blinding tight enough to hold it in place, but not too tight because of the broken ribs.

She placed a light kiss against the bandage and then against Leksa’s back. She heard Leksa slightly gasp at the sudden contact and smiled. She grabbed the tank top from the floor and again used Leksa’s hips to turn her. Leksa now faced Klark, her warpaint and the braids in her hair the only thing that remained of Leksa from the games. Klark put the tank top over Leksas head and felt her put her good arm through the proper hole. She helped Leksa’s bad arm through the other hole and kissed Leksa on the cheek.

“This way.” She grabbed Leksa’s hand and lead them toward her bathing room. A bowl with water was waiting to claim the warpaint that held Leksas face captive.