A/N: Today is 9/11 so I thought I'd write this as kind of like a tribute. I don't know I got the idea and spanish and just wrote it. I actually know someone who was in the shoes Cato is in and a lot of people jumped from the towers and evacuated the second. We talked about it in English and I finished it then. So... yeah.
*Cato*
Cato walked up to one of the tallest buildings in New York, the Twin Towers on September 11th, 2001. Luckily for him he was running late because of his new born son. Who knew a baby could save a life.
Himself and his wife, Clove, were beyond happy when they were blessed with a son after years of trying so the child was pampered to no end. Cato spent almost the while night by his son's side. Just come to bed, Cato Clove had said, but he didn't listen, wanting to spent as much time with his son before he returned to work the next morning.
And he was glad he did when he reached for the door to the North Tower and the ground shook beneath his feet. Glass shattered and rained down on him while a defining doom echoed threw he city.
He stumbled back and looked up to see the top of the building covered in a cloud of smoke and flames licking the sides of the building. Ash fell onto his cut shin, but all he could think about was how lucky he was to be late to work.
*Prim*
Prim looked down on the crowded New York street below her as she stood in the windowsill of the top floor. The North Tower had just been hit and it was only a matter of time before her floor was covered in fames and herself and her coworkers turned to ash.
She didn't want to die a slow painful death so she stood on the windowsill, ready to jump. Her only regret is that she didn't get t tel her family goodbye. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she stepped off, falling to the street.
I'm sorry, Mom she whispered to herself as the air rushed around her. I'm sorry, Rory. I'm sorry Katniss. I'm so sorry. And that was her last words.
*Marvel*
The North Tower had been hit, were the only words Marvel could think of as he walked down the stairs of the South Tower with hundreds of other people. They had told them to go back to work, but Marvel had already been walking down the stairs when that was said.
He had a family to think about. His parents lived with him and his fiancé would not be happy if he was killed, not to mention his younger sister who completely idolised him. He could't bear think of what the little girl would be like without her older brother to guide her. He did it mostly for her.
He kept walking and walking for what felt like hours but he finally made it into the polluted New York air. It was less than ten minuets later that plane plunged into the South Tower and it followed it's twin, falling down. Marvel counted his lucky stars he had ran like hell to get out of there or he would be dead.
That was the end of the World Trade Center.