She was trapped. The force field surrounded her. What an ending.
Thinking she would live the rest of her life in peace. In a world where Snow is alive. Irony.
Johanna rubbed her hands together. Snowflakes landed on her ragged black gloves. Her fingers were already freezing due to the cut off ends. The whiteness of the arena blinded her. She has never seen so much snow.
Canon.
It didn't startle her. Death was coming. She had nothing to live for. And she had nothing to lose. The faster that canon sounds in honour of her existence the better.
But Snow... Dying like this still seemed pointless. And like such a waste. She has always imagined herself barging into his office with the dead peacekeepers lying in their own puddle of blood behind her, explosions going off like she was in a movie and this was the final scene where the villain dies. Gets brutally murdered with a few clever words whispered into his ear as he takes his last breath.
But no. This was not a movie. And Johanna was never going to kill Snow. And she would die while he was still alive. And the world after her would still be as shit as it was before she was born in District 7.
She glances up at the sky to see the face of a fallen victor. Tribute. Then Victor. Then a bit of both. And her face was next. No doubt about it.
Death was coming.
This was a little trial for a big story in my head. Thinking of bringing another major character into this. And I will write more if enough people like where this is going :)
