Perfero: Latin for to bear, suffer, endure.
Hey, everyone. Before I get started, there's stuff you should know about this story. Basically, it's an AU where Peeta wasn't hijacked, and how Katniss would cope if he died saving Prim when the bombs attacked the Capitol. This has been in my head for the passed week now and I had to get it down. It will be written in a series of short vignettes (yes, this means the chapters WILL be short), and there will most likely be about 10-15 chapters. Maybe more if I get inspired.
If this gets enough reviews and you all really like it, I may post a prequel of some sort. Maybe. Anyway, enjoy and review!
Red.
The color flashes behind her eyelids; mixed with bright yellows and flaming oranges as she leans against a pole, grasping onto something, anything, to keep her grounded. An overwhelming heat crawls up her legs, licking it's way up her spine like a thousand knives carving into her skin at once. Piercing screams of innocent children fill the air, mixed with the smell of smoke and ash. She falls to the ground in a helpless heap, her mind already drifting away as she tries to keep her eyes focused in hopes of spotting them again.
Her eyes follow the screaming and hysteric crowd, looking passed the crimson splotches of blood and body parts scattered around in the white snow. And then she sees them.
Her little duck, kneeling beside a familiar body with a head full of bloody, singed blonde curls. His skin is burnt away, his arm missing. His eyes, wide and looking so young and in fear, focus on Prim while he tries desperately to hang on but is failing.
She doesn't realize she's screaming until her throat goes raw. She tries to move, but her skin screams in protest as her mind begins slipping away.
Blue meets grey for a split second before blackness is all she sees.