Okay, I'm weird. This is my first story that was supposed to be about PJATO, but ended up being a hunger games fic. What this is going to be about is what the last hour of district 13 was like in the eyes of a 5 year old. Enjoy! * I do not own any Of Suzanne Collins ideas in this story. I do own mine though.
I was in a cellar with all kinds of shining objects that my mommy said were dangerous and if I mess with them they could go BOOM! It was scary. I could hear the pounding and explosions caused by what daddy called the peacekeepers, before he was shot.
I was alone with my big brother who said we were in a bomb shelter, and that mommy and daddy were trying to keep us safe. They said what they did was dangerous and they could die. I didn't want that. "Rorri, we need to go to a different building!"
As I took a quick look through the window I could see the destruction of buildings and many other things that I didn't really know what they were. Some looked like cars, some looked like big birds with two big wings and two smaller ones. The factory was about a half mile away, and as Ilian gave me the symbol to follow him, he opened the door.
The first thing I heard was an explosion as some rocks flew in front of my face. The street was covered with bodies of motionless people. As I moved across the street right behind Ilian, I saw the building that he was going towards. It was the justice building, and it was not looking very good. I tripped and fell, feeling Blood flow down my face from a gash the size of a small knife across my forehead.
Ilian moved ahead, not hearing me cry in pain over the cut. Then the unthinkable hapened. As Ilian turned around an explosion that started right if front of him ripped through his body. He dropped on the ground, screaming and in flames.
I could feel the searing heat of the napalm that just got dropped and set where we need to go on fire. Then right in front of my eyes there was an explosion and the justice building was no more. I was still screaming about my cut, but I knew that Ilian's pain was worse that he was dead. I was alone in the middle of a street on fire littered with bodies.
There were still bombs falling all over the place. I knew the end was near for me and my district. The last thing I saw before total black was a giant bomb that hit half a mile away from where I was. I felt it rip into my body as the radiation and shrapnel destroyed me. I was dead. District 13 was dead. This was the last hour.
So. Did you like it? Pretty good for my first fanfic huh? Review!