The Hanging Tree
written by Katniss Potter
Have you ever wondered about the true origins of the song 'The Hanging Tree'? A Hunger Games fanfiction. Rated T (teen) for death, threat and kissing.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
9
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1,076
Chapter I
Chapter 1
The cool autumn wind blew the gold and red leaves across the dusty forest floor. The few trees stood tall and still, leaning over the dirt path. The round, white moon shone down on the woods.
Heather O'Stone walked along the lane. She kicked up leaves as she went. She was 23 years old, but looked younger, with electric blue eyes and soft lilac hair, dyed when she was young by her Capitol mother. She wore a simple brown dress and a worn-out black hoodie, the holed hood over her head.
She came to her destination, her favourite tree in the forest. It was greyish and old, its branches leaning over all of the others. Quick and nimble, Heather scaled the tree and sat out on the longest branch. Suddenly, she started singing.
"Are you, are you, coming to the tree,
Where I sit and wait for you to come to me,
Strange things have happened in our lives so we'll flee
Let's meet up at midnight in the Running Tree."
It wasn't exactly a good tune. Heather had only made it up to tell him she was there.
There was a rustling in the bushes and a young man with brown hair and equally shabby clothing stepped towards Heather in the tree.
"You have a nice voice," he drawled. It was Odium.
Heather flushed red. "Well, I'm not here for flattery, Odium," she grinned. "We need to go, they're on our tail. It's bad enough we got spotted in Seven."
It was true. The two outlaws had been on the run for weeks now and were bound to be caught soon. All because of one man's mistake. Odium's disgusted father had tried to return what his son had rightfully taken back from a thieving enemy. Only, the angry man was framed for robbery. After handing over his son, Odium and Heather had been on the run from the government and had been recently spotted not far from their hometown.
"Then let's get going," replied Odium with a smirk. He had that kind of swaggering, almost arrogant personality.
Heather nodded and she leapt down from what she called the Running Tree. It was where she and Odium had planned to meet so they could leave Seven for good.
"C'mon, Shadow, out you come, gal," coaxed Heather.
A huge, slim horse the colour of midnight stepped out of the brambles. She rubbed her nuzzle against Heather's pocket, sniffing for food. Heather knew the bone-thin horse was hungry; so was she.
She fed Shadow an old, probably moldy carrot as she and Odium clambered up.
"Go, Shadow, go!" cried Heather.
And they sped off from the dangers of District Seven.
Heather O'Stone walked along the lane. She kicked up leaves as she went. She was 23 years old, but looked younger, with electric blue eyes and soft lilac hair, dyed when she was young by her Capitol mother. She wore a simple brown dress and a worn-out black hoodie, the holed hood over her head.
She came to her destination, her favourite tree in the forest. It was greyish and old, its branches leaning over all of the others. Quick and nimble, Heather scaled the tree and sat out on the longest branch. Suddenly, she started singing.
"Are you, are you, coming to the tree,
Where I sit and wait for you to come to me,
Strange things have happened in our lives so we'll flee
Let's meet up at midnight in the Running Tree."
It wasn't exactly a good tune. Heather had only made it up to tell him she was there.
There was a rustling in the bushes and a young man with brown hair and equally shabby clothing stepped towards Heather in the tree.
"You have a nice voice," he drawled. It was Odium.
Heather flushed red. "Well, I'm not here for flattery, Odium," she grinned. "We need to go, they're on our tail. It's bad enough we got spotted in Seven."
It was true. The two outlaws had been on the run for weeks now and were bound to be caught soon. All because of one man's mistake. Odium's disgusted father had tried to return what his son had rightfully taken back from a thieving enemy. Only, the angry man was framed for robbery. After handing over his son, Odium and Heather had been on the run from the government and had been recently spotted not far from their hometown.
"Then let's get going," replied Odium with a smirk. He had that kind of swaggering, almost arrogant personality.
Heather nodded and she leapt down from what she called the Running Tree. It was where she and Odium had planned to meet so they could leave Seven for good.
"C'mon, Shadow, out you come, gal," coaxed Heather.
A huge, slim horse the colour of midnight stepped out of the brambles. She rubbed her nuzzle against Heather's pocket, sniffing for food. Heather knew the bone-thin horse was hungry; so was she.
She fed Shadow an old, probably moldy carrot as she and Odium clambered up.
"Go, Shadow, go!" cried Heather.
And they sped off from the dangers of District Seven.
