Disclaimer: A splurge of thought that I quickly typed up. If I owned the Hunger Games Madge would've lived.
Glossy white feathers graced her wings. They hugged tightly around her as she shrank away from the fire that threatened to engulf her small frame. Her pale pink beak stayed clamp shut as the planes howled through the night. Stubborn. She refused to scream. Being afraid showed weakness, and she was too thick-headed to allow that.
The flames around her whistled and cracked, much like the whip that had turned his back to ribbons. The strip of fabric that the messenger had donned when sending him medicine that day lay a crumpled mess in the yard. Her light blue eyes gazed through the window on the chaos that ensued. Searching for any sign that salvation might come. The tiny feathered creature almost expected him to come crashing through the door to rescue her. His picture was propped up on the coffee table. Orange devoured the green of his shirt, slowly creeping up to feed on the stormy gray of his eyes.
Soon enough, gray filled the house. Attacking her eyes and filling her nose. She got the urge to cry and finally allowed them to spill down her face. Still, the creature stayed silent, waiting for the right moment to contribute to the chorus of despair. If she belted out a tune too soon she would ruin the melody. The heat soon became unbearable as more fluids dripped down her body. Only a few more seconds and she will have fulfilled her purpose.
Cocking her head to the right, she looked over to see the mayor. His eyes looked down at her contently, glad that he was finally able to save his little girl. He had done his job as mayor, doing all that the Capitol had asked, and it brought him joy that his debts had been repaid. A beam gave out and fell down from the ceiling onto the man. He screamed. The bird was silent.
The house was nearly caved in, she parted her beak slightly. Red licked her wings as she spread them out around her. A whimper never escaping her throat. Heat crawled up her neck. Just as the fire was nearing swallowing her whole a figure came sprinting towards the house. He called her name, lost ribbon in hand. And the bird replayed her voice for him. Madge Undersee's blood curdling scream had not come from her own lips, the life taken wasn't hers.
Authors Note: I would just like to say that this simple (SHORT) one-shot is my first published "story." If you didn't understand, Madge didn't die, a jabberjay died in her place when her house collapsed. That's all! c: Please R/R
-JJ