Johanna quietly entered the Careers' campsite, stealing the giant axe in their shed. She crept quietly up to them, waving her axe high into the air - she was talented enough to be able to launch one of those weapons with such accuracy that she was able to hit down birds. Killing two snoring idiots from District 2 should be nothing too hard, right?
But she hadn't factored in the fact.. the fact… that those were humans. She wouldn't be just a hunter… she'd be a murderer.
She ran away, like she always did. Always running away. She hated herself, but there was nothing she could do about it. She ran and ran - their deaths would wait, she futily thought to herself.
A few days of hiding in a cave later, she received a hovercraft.
She thought that it must be a mistake. After all, she didn't ask for anything. But when the gift dropped in her hands, she realized it was but a small envelope. Feeling curious, she opened it up.
She regretted so immediately.
She stood in shock. She wanted to cry so badly - but no tears came.
In the envelope cradled in her hands were two pieces of paper. One a photograph, another an invitation.
"You are courteously invited to the funeral of: Annabelle and George Mason, and their son, Joffrey."
The picture.. the picture was a photograph of twin tombstones with a little cross.
As if in a movie, the cold dry tundra arena was filled with rain, pouring down the small cave Johanna had found. As if on instinct, she ran back to the Careers' much larger cave up a mountain, and slashed and swung. The blood didn't matter, her innocence didn't matter.
Snow killed them, and he was going to fucking pay - right after she got out of this mess.
She knew it - she sounded pathetic, but what choice did she have? Blood covered her from head to toe, and she barely heard the speaker say
"Johanna Mason - District 7! Congratulations for being the victor of the 71th Hunger Games!"
All she cared about was to go back home… but there was no one waiting home.
But a bit of her, just a tiny bit, was proud. She'd shown him she was strong. Stronger than he imagined, stronger than what he could control. She'd live a life of no worries.. she had a perfect life now! All the money would ever want, all the food she would ever eat.. all the clothes she would ever want to buy.
So when she was picked once again, she was not worried. She was not sad. She was not even the slightest nervous.
She. Was. Pissed.
How dare he! How dare he take everything she ever wanted, murder her entire family, and now he had crossed the line!
Try to murder her once, she'll survive. Try to murder her twice, she'll murder you.
When she was captured, she lost it. All she wanted was to die, she had failed them all. Her family, her friends, even the dumb kids Pita and Catpiss.. she felt nothing but shame.
But she survived again. She felt almost indestructable. She felt stronger. It felt wonderful. She had friends, she had family. And there was no Snow. He was gone. And she was finally, for the first time in 8 years, happy.
In your face, Snow. In your fucking face.