Iridescence

by TheMockingjay111

The Capitol rose to power again.They won't give anyone the ability to rebel. The peacekeepers show no mercy, the weapons are more advanced than before, and the laws are much stricter, what will unfold for the people of panem? X-TRA FLUFFY! MY FIRST STORY

1. Prologue

Prologue

The alley is dark; I'm all alone on the street. No one is here to stop me. I pick the lock on the door to the shop. I grab as much as I can and stuff it in my pack. I am at the door to leave when I hear the peacekeepers and the merchant outside.

I hear the merchant talking to them but through the door it all sounds jumbled. I open the door a creak and see the peacekeepers with their guns. "I lured her here, where's my pay!" the merchant man yells at the peacekeepers. The head peacekeeper hands him some money and the merchant backs off. The rest of them start moving towards the shop and I have to make a quick break for it.

Since the front door is the only way out I have to hope I can make it to the woods before they can catch me. I open the door all the way and sprint towards the woods. I am hardly 15 feet away from the woods when I feel a hot feeling in my leg. I stumble over my own feet and when I look down I see the blood leaching out of my leg with every movement I make. I shout out in pain but keep going into the woods.

The clouds are thick and the moon is barely a crescent; I can hardly see the roots and low-hanging branches of the trees surrounding me. I can feel the blood running down my leg and I am starting to black out. I feel another sharp pain shoot through my body and this time I hear the gun shot.

I am now crawling on the forest floor. I crawl into a log and wait. The peacekeepers past and I hear their frustrated shouts. My blood is pooling around my legs and my eyes slowly close. I can't feel my legs now, tears of pain and regret rolling down the side of my face and on to the ground.

I can't feel my arms now. They have fallen limp by my side. I now hear footsteps coming near me and wait for the final blow of a peacekeeper to draw an end to the misery that was my life.

I'm bleeding from two leg wounds, my heart is beating like a hammer in my chest, my lungs ache from running so much, and the peacekeepers want me dead. My name is Cressida Cook, I am 16, I live in district 12, my family is dead, and I will most likely join them tonight.