Ok 'yall, Andrewthegreat1 is out with a new story, again. This actually wasn't my idea; it was a friend's. This brilliant idea of awesomeness came during a running session while discussing Marvel and other cooleo stuff. This might stink, but I'll work hard to make it cool. Thanks Mr. Friend, (who will remain nameless.) Hopefully, this will be longer than most of my stories, as it is a sequel to Mockingjay.
Disclaimer-I do not own the Hunger Games, I'm just using them as toys and borrowing them for a bit.
Prologue
Cole Rapfeir trudged through the sloshing mud. Within his young, yet rather scarred hands, he held a small grenade. It wasn't quite as strong as a normal grenade, but it would do the trick. The rain pounded harder, yet he walked onward to his destination, not even flinching.
He was somewhere in between District 11 and 12, but it was a rather unpopulated area. He was in the middle of a large wheat field, so probably closer to 11. The amber grain wafted in the air, tickling Cole's nose, as the long stalks danced back and forth in the heavy rain and wind. Bomb in hand, he walked towards the large, golden statue located in the center of the labyrinth-like field. The statue depicted what was said to be not only a story, but also a legend.
Molded out of what seemed to be golden were two girls. The larger one had a look at determination on her face, and a bow strapped to her back. The smaller one looked much younger, much weaker. However, the two were holding hands, the two that would never be forgotten- Katniss and Rue. The statue had been placed in the field to honor the two. Statues and memorials could be found everywhere in Panem, most worshipping Katniss. This one though, was a sign. It was a sign of how the Capitol had taken life away from not only Rue, but many others, and how the Hunger Games hadn't been so much of a reminder of District 13, but for mere entertainment and to take away hope from the people.
Cole looked at Katniss, the Girl on Fire. She had died a little over three months ago. Her husband, Peeta, had died around a year ago; however' their children and grandchildren still remained. Katniss had died at the old age of 93. She had died happy- a wife, grandmother, tribute, and legend. She was the reason the Capitol had fallen, and people were worshipping her. Cole spat at the statue. Soon, the world would forget about Katniss Everdeen, and would bow down to him, not some insufferable little brat.
He felt rage fill him, a boiling rage that sent heat coursing through his veins. In fury, Cole pulled the pin off of the bomb, and with all his might, threw it at the glistening statue. It burst into pieces, golden shards flying everywhere. Although it was raining, many wheat stalks caught fire from the explosion, the rain not yet strong enough to put out the burning flames. Katniss had been the 'Girl on Fire', and fire she would receive.
Cole let out a cackled laugh, watching the fiery stalks fall to the ground. There was no one to stop him now that Katniss was gone. The world of Panem thought destroying the Capitol would be the end, but they were wrong. They were so very wrong. It was only the beginning.
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