I was re-reading THG for the millionth time, and I thought maybe I should write something... sad, idk, it's been awhile since I've written a Hunger Games fan fic. It is chapter 17 and 18 in Rue's point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own THG, it belongs to Suzanne Collins, so does the dialogue. I just wanted to write it in Rue's POV.
I am running, running faster than I've ever ran before. It's not enough though. My short frame and legs only allow me to run so fast, and the boy from District 1 is so much bigger than me. He's chasing me, a pointed spear held tightly in his grasp.
I'd be dead if it weren't for the fact I had thrown my last lit match somewhere in his direction, causing a wall of flame to erupt, which he had to skirt around.
My heart hammered faster in my chest, and I pushed myself forward, panting. He was chasing me to the edge of the forest, and I could spot a clearing.
My eyes fleeted back and forth, looking for another way to run. Another place to hide. The trees were getting smaller and smaller as I neared the clearing.
My breath escaped me for a few seconds, as my foot got caught in a tangle. I tripped, landing on my back, and rolling over. Suddenly, a net fell on top of me, trapping me.
The boy from District 1 entered the clearing, and saw me tangled in the net. A malicious smile lit up his scarred face, and he ventured closer to me. I shrieked out loud, and yelled for Katniss. She wouldn't let me die. She'd kill him first.
"Katniss! Katniss!" I screamed loudly, as tears began to leak down my face.
"Your little girl on fire isn't here to protect you now," the District 1 boy hissed at me, raising his spear. I let out a final piercing yell, and heard footsteps approaching quickly.
Katniss had come. She'd come.
"Rue! I'm coming!" I heard her familiar voice yell, but I knew it was too late. The boy from District 1 had brought his spear down, and impaled it in my stomach.
A warmth of pain had spread from my stomach to the rest of my body. My eyes glazed over, tears flooding them. I heard the soft thump of a body, and a gentle hand pulled me up, steadying me against a shaking body.
"Are there more? Are there more?" A voice said loudly. I opened my eyes to see Katniss staring down at me, her eyes frantically searching the clearing. I shook my head several times before she understood. I can see the blood- no, my blood, smeared on her clothes, on her hands, everywhere. I grow faint at the thought. It was happening. I was going to die.
I was going to die. I knew that. But I want Katniss to win. She hadto win. To show the Capitol and the Districts that maybe not all hope is lost.
"You blew up the food?" I managed to whisper out.
"Every last bit," she replied, clutching me tighter.
"You have to win," I choked out, gasping for shallow breaths now.
Katniss' voice took on a determined tone, "I'm going to. Going to win for both of us now."
She had to win. Someone good needed to win. Not one of those Careers. No. They couldn't. And I know she can win. She's good. Kind.
"Sing," I whisper, glancing at the Mockingjay badge she had pinned onto her top. I bet she's amazing at singing. She had that look to her. That steady and reassuring voice.
She lets out a small choked sob, but began singing. Her voice grew louder and more confident by every word, and I closed my eyes, listening to her voice sing me to sleep. It is sleep though, isn't it? I can think of it like that. Except I won't be waking up.
The pain had numbed my body, and I didn't feel much. I had known I couldn't win this. It wasn't possible. I had known I was going to die, but I'd never thought of how, forcing myself to never think about it. But it was happening now.
Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
Katniss' voice begins to fade slightly, cracking at the ends. I felt a tear splash onto my closed lids, and my chest constricts, getting harder and harder to breathe.
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
Everything fades to darkness, and the pain finally leaves. I hear the Mockinjays take up her song, Katniss' lips pressing against my forehead, and finally, peace.
Review? :) Thank you! It's not that sad, but I was re-reading THG, and I read this part, put down my book, cried, and wrote this before I finished reading.
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