"'He can't hurt me. There's no one left that I love.' On the 20th of November 2015, the war will change everyone, including Johanna."
~ For Johanna ~
I remember her tough skin lashed with crisp blood stains. Bulging white eyes. Some sort of sharp and shiny weapon wielded in her hand.
"Hey, get off her!" I roared, watching as she thrusted Wiress around like a ragdoll. Wiress' mind had been drove to insanity. Watching her innocently whisper "tick tock" second after second only feared me.
My hand pressed against her chest forced her back a foot before Finnick broke us apart. Johanna slung in his arms, scratching at the air with her weapon. "I got them out for you!"
I had never known what she meant by that. "I got them out for you!"
For me. I was always so puzzled. She got Wiress and Beetee out for me. And now here I am a full year later, terrified that she got them out 'for me.' And now the one that rocks her to sleep in her hospital room. I was so stupid not to see it coming. Not to see what she was talking about. But now it all makes sense.
She was a woman plagued by darkness, even before she came to District 13. Her family, all dead. Her hope, shattered. She had nothing left. Nothing but broken shards of glass to build herself back together with. But all glass can crack again.
I remember seeing her swollen face when she was rescued from the Capitol. Smothered with poppy bruises. She almost had shades of grey to her skin. And of course, her rough shaved head looking battered. Her body had thinned out extremely; her bones were like large tree branches covered in a light layer of silk.
I remember her describing everything she went through. Head kept positioned underwater non-stop. Bolted to an electric chair. Whipped and beaten. All just for information on District 13.
Seeing her blank face in the Block when water flood the street, I could tell she completely lost it. Her body was shaking, even though she layed so still. Her mind was probably racing, even though she looked dead. Watching her being taken away was the last time I saw her before the war. Before everything fell apart.
And now I sit here, reflecting on all the damage Snow has done.
Author's Note:
Hello! I just wanted to say that all these 'Author's Note' things will be copy and pasted in each of these 'For The Mockingjay' oneshots. Yes, they will all be the same. If you're really confused by this, let me explain:
As you all know, the beautiful and amazing Hunger Games movie franchise will finally come to an end on November 20th. As a major fan of the series, I have decided to write as many oneshots 'for' the characters as I can to celebrate what it has achieved.
These stories will try and focus on the heart and soul of the characters, digging deep into their most special memories. I will try to do as many as I can. This is quite possibly one of the most craziest things I have attempted on this website, but whatever. The Hunger Games is too special for me to just treat as a sad ending... It must end in style, and I will help it end in style in my own way!
We all have one enemy, and that's President Snow! He corrupts everyone and everything! He turns the best of us against each other! Stop killing for him!
Tonight, turn your weapons to the Capitol. Turn your weapons to Snow!