Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games or their Characters.
Our Eyes Are Not Our Own
I remembered her eyes were my favorite part of her.
Bright, blue, and intelligent.
They were different from the grey, misty eyes that I was used to, swirling with cunning or worry. That's the color you always saw in the Seam.
At school, you'd see the blue eyes of the Townsfolk, but even they were different from hers. Theirs were muted and cool, like they had something to hide. I could imagine young Town children having eyes like hers before they realized the harsh reality of the world.
But hers stayed bright.
Maybe it was how and where she was raised. It made her optimistic and brave. She never really had to worry. She thought she was safe.
From afar she looked like the prim and proper daughter of the mayor. She was always modestly dressed and respectful to everyone who came her way. The epitome of the "perfect" child.
Although she stayed mostly quiet, when you got to talking to her you'd see how much of a rebel she really was. She'd talk about her disdain for the government now, her studies of the past before Panem, and her hopes for the future of that place once again. She never really worried about expressing her views when asked.
As I'm running through the tunnels, and I see the large lizard mutts, I realize how wrong she was to not worry.
Those same bright, blue, and intelligent eyes that I loved and envied reflected back viciously out of the eyes of all of them.
And although they killed many of our people, including a beloved victor. I couldn't bring myself to hate them. Because behind those cruel, savage stares was the small reflection of sorrow and misery.
It was then I realized their hissing cries of "Katniss" was not to scare us or to threaten us, but to warn us.
Run. We did, but not fast enough. We didn't know. I didn't know.
I'm sorry. It's not your fault, it's President Snow's and the Capitol's. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you in the end. I thought you had escaped.
Run. Next time, we'll listen better. You and I.
Please forgive me. It's me who should be asking for forgiveness. Not you.
Their final hiss was silenced by the Holo.
I'm not sure if it was ironic, or if it was meant to be that Holo was only one letter away from halo.
I liked to think the latter. That she's in a better place. One better than ours.
Now you can rest in peace, Madge.
Author's Note: I have other stories that I should be updating... but I'm attempting to write a one shot that is just not working with me and I feel like I need to finish it before I lose all inspiration for it.
In between that and my other stories, I got inspired to write this. It was only one sentence that I read in Semper Fi by RoryFaller, but it got me thinking about muttations and Madge. So I wrote this! I kind of want to do a story where the Capitol makes a mutt of Madge to torture Gale, but I wasn't sure how to go about it. I'm still not sure. So that is a story another time, maybe.
Short and not-so-sweet, but Read and Review please!
