District 13 was once a strong district. Rich with the smell of gunpowder, it was the smell of home. Until the rebellion, every woman, man and child was brutally murdered. Except for one, me...
The screams of men, women and children flooded the blood filled streets of District 13. Whips, chains, axes, I could hear everything. The sound of a man's head being hacked off, a baby screaming for it's mother suddenly cut short. This is what the Capitol does to us, for rebelling. I stand there, my fourteen year self watching as everyone I know is brutally murdered. My mother, my eldest sister, my youngest sister, my baby brother. I couldn't cry, all my tears had already been cried. My face stained with blood and tears. I hear the Peacekeepers coming my way, I can tell it's them by the sound of their heavy white boots crushing the rocks beneath them. My breathing quickens, what if they find me? I'll be brutally murdered, never to see the light of day. I gulp as I hear their footsteps stop, I try not to make a sound. Not to move.
"Hey, we've got a live one" I hear one peacekeeper say walking over to me, I close my eyes. They've found me, I'm going to die. He walks closer "Open your eyes, girl" he commands, I flutter my eyes open backing myself into a wall
"P-please leave me alone" I whimpered. He chuckles huskily
"Are you scared of me?" he questions lifting my chin with his index finger, I avoid looking at him
"You killed my family and my district" I hiss. He smiles
"I can save you, but it will come at a price" the peacekeeper says deviously, I finally look at him narrowing my eyes
"What sort of price?" I ask sharply.
"Your district has artwork hidden somewhere, would you be able to tell me where?" the peacekeeper says to me smiling evilly,
"I-I don't know where it is" I say
"Well then I may have to blow up District 13 will you in it" the man whispers in my ear leaving a moist feeling in my ear that makes me cringe. He watches my face, he knows I'm lying.
"It's in the warehouse" I mumble looking at my feet, he chuckles patting me on the head
"Good girl". I bit my lip as hard as I can, that was the only wealth our District had. The peacekeeper smiled before walking away from me, towards the warehouse.
"Wait, where do I go?" I call out to the peacekeeper, he turns around narrowing his eyes
"What do you mean?" he hissed
"You said that you wouldn't kill me if I told you where the painting was, but you're going to blow up District 13 where do I go?" I questioned crossing my arms. He smiled
"We'll just put you into another District, don't you worry" the peacekeeper explained, I couldn't help but notice his evil tone. Did everyone from the capitol sound like this?