I was being dragged by the man in white. Peacekeepers.

That's what they called themselves. in my books, peacekeepers should not kill you for stepping out of line. Peacekeepers should not kill you for following what you believe in.

Yesterday the Capitol defeated District 13. And the rebellion finally came to an end. I had been on the losing side of the rebellion, but at least I got the chance to stand up in what I believe in. The white peacekeeper dragging me to my resting place was a coward.

He didn't defy the Capitol like I had. Out of fear. Through the black glass of his mask, our eyes had connected together for a few seconds. I say remorse, sorry in them. Too late for that now. That was what I had witnessed before he tied the black mask over my head. We were faceless. To show that anyone could be killed.

If he believed in the same as I, he should have acted like I had.

Instead he hid in the Capitol's shadow. Too sacred to act. It was people like these that made us, the rebels, the loosing side of the war.

But that didn't matter. I was dead now. Or would be in seconds. My head low, was swinging back and forth. Too lazy to hold it still. To angry and dead to hold it still. My rough hands were bruised and whipped. Blood pouring from the recent cuts.

My body was rising now. I felt it do so. My knees hit the stairs as he dragged me to my final resting place.

My already bloody and bruised knees, were being scraped up against the hard stone of the steps.

I wanted to break free. But it wouldn't do any good. We'd lost the war. District 13 had been erased completely. One man couldn't make a difference in a matter this big. No matter what they told us.

Who was they?

I didn't know what to think anymore.

My body was slammed against the ground when the man spoke to me.

On word, on word, on meaningless word. Sorry couldn't help anyone now.

I heard a gun cock. And I closed my eyes. The black face mask was still covering my identity. I could hear the cries of my district, telling the Capitol this wasn't the way to handle things. Screaming for no more murder. I hoped to hear my wife's voice. But if she had been screaming, it was drowned out by the other desperate pleas of our citizen's.

I wasn't sure if there were more men with me, men or woman also sentenced to death. I just kept looking forward. My head facing the cement.

The man shouldn't have said sorry. It might get him killed too. He was a Peacekeeper, he was not suppose to say sorry to his captives.

The bullet was fired.

My eyes closed tightly. I felt myself lose consciousness. The wound in the back of my skull was burning. Everything started fading out to black. My whole body fell forward. I heard screams from the children and their mothers. People shielding each other's eyes. They had all been forced to come. Capitol's orders. I really hated the Capitol.

Suddenly I felt numb, the pain in my head gone, the sounds of our District gone. Everything was nothing. Everything was blank. I was deaf and blind in the afterlife and I was mighty happy. Ignorance was bliss.

I believed in rebellion to my grave.

So now here I was. Lying dead on a stage.

My eyes finally closed and they didn't open again.

I saw the light of Heaven, and I accepted the hand of fate. Proving just how right the rebels had been.

We may have been the losing side, but we were on the right one.

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