Burn with us
ANOTHER ONE SHOT! I keep writing during class...yeah...
A smell of burning flesh and smoke fills my nose as I rush over to help innocent victims of this catastrophe. Why did they send the bombs? Have I underestimated District 13's cruelty? I remember the blueprints for the bombs when I checked on Beetee, then I asked what it was for. Beetee assured me it was for extreme measures. Was this a necessary measure? To kill off innocent children, for the mistakes of their forefathers? This was a too familiar consequence, to be excused as "justice". Coin, was just as cruel, as the ruthless snake known as Coriolanus Snow. This hits me full in the face, just as I reach a burned child. Half his face disfigured, the other half covered in debris and soot. I brush away his charred hair, covering his burned eye. I murmur he's going to be alright, that he'll be alive, when one of his burned eyes, leak out tears. He knows. He knows he's not going to make it, to live a wonderful life. This reality, of such a terrible fate, my clear blue eyes drops tears of my own. As the smoke and flames part, my ears pick up a scream, familiar, the same way when I was reaped, so long ago. I turn around, my blonde braid slicing through the air, to scream my dear sister's name in return when the silver parachutes return
The world blows up before my eyes. The flames and smoke of cruel wrath flash my eyes, and I know, this is the end. Suddenly, I see my older sister and my deceased father singing, making beautiful harmonies of the dark song. The way my sister cried, and my mother's soul leaving us, leaving an empty, silent shell. An arrow flying, as Katniss moves to shoot the deer we have spotted, as she tried to teach my how to hunt. Guess I never will learn. The blue dress reflecting her beauty as she looks in the crooked mirror. Her mockingjay pin reflecting the sun, when she said goodbye. My eyes watering as she burned with flames, during the 74th annual Hunger Games. Saying goodbye again when she was about to leave for the Quarter Quell...District 12 exploding, then the real smoke and flames of the Capitol return. I am coal, the flames burning, turning my body to charred nothingness. My soul escaping the black hardened shell, leaving for good. I rise up, saying goodbye
I'm a Mockingjay, flying through the world with my father. We explore the beauty of the country I had lived on. My wings glide over the remains of District 12. I can explore the land, without being hurt, or scarred. I'm damaged beyond repair, but I'm safe and sound. My fire sister, Katniss, finally learning the true nature of what she needs. She didn't need the coal of Gale, to add to her fire. She needed someone to quench the flames, to teach her faith, and trust, to keep her flames under control.
This world is such a sad place. We're pawns, in this huge never ending Games. Evil never truly leaves, and humanity will never truly settle. The fires of evil burn us all, showing, if we burn, we will always burn