Chapter I: it begins
Finally, I am here. I have been paralysed with fear, terror, shock. I don't know what exactly but it's a feeling so strong it conquered my curiosity. I slowly walk out of the woods with the bow and arrows I found hidden in a tree and then was the real shock, only then did I realize the gravity of the matter.
Everything gone, dead, over. Nothing but ashes left where my home stood, where my school stood, where the justice building stood. Nothing, simply nothing. I curse Coin and thirteen under my breath, still not sure why since there is nothing left to hear nor answer me. I know now, beyond any doubt, that nothing has really changed we went from obvious dictatorship, torture, unfairness to another one, perhaps much more dangerous yet hidden behind the mask of rebellion, it would be a much longer period before people realize that and revolt again. I walk more still past the Victor's houses, even they weren't spared this time. I suddenly feel rage come over me, I trusted them, I trusted thirteen, I trusted the rebels, I trusted Katniss Everdeen but they all betrayed me, there is nothing left to save any more, nothing left to fight for.
My town, destroyed, my parents dead, my friends all dead. Everything is gone, I have nothing but my 11-year-old brother who refuses to believe his parents won't come back. It stings inside me when thinking of him brings back the image of Katniss volunteering for her little sister Primrose, it brings back the relief I felt when I heard the rebels succeeded thus I wouldn't be afraid for myself and my brother any more but here it is again, the vicious circle of vengeance, hatred and evil coming back to haunt Panem again.
that's how I realized that nothing had really changed, that's when I realized that there was a rebellion but only to replace Snow by Coin, that's all, not to replace this living hell by a democracy built on love and justice. I don't blame Katniss though, not really, she tried to kill Coin, perhaps she was mad or she was thinking like I am; There is now way to tell really but I like to believe as the others did that it was the latter, that our revolution is not over yet for it has not achieved its' goals but look where that got them. It will always haunt me, the way my mother's face paled when I expressed that some of the people wanting to be freed from Coin's lies were right, that was when my father screamed at me for it, and my little brother supported me and we both went into the woods.
This is the first time I'm back here ever since then and it hurts, the agony is beyond bearing. It's some sort of very evil, yet good sense of humour, me being here, with nothing but aches around me, twelve being blown to pieces, the home of the girl on fire who is now imprisoned in a hospital room, while Coin's people try to convince everyone the poor child is mad. But of course I can see through this, they still fear her, her power, her stubbornness, her will to fight no matter what and they won't let her see what they have done to us, they destroyed us all but I can see their plan, putting other people here, from other districts paying them or terrifying them to keep their mouths shut and maybe then will they bring her or Peeta back. Peeta Mellark. I wonder where is now, he would have never let something like this happen, though Gale would, I'm sure, after all it was his idea to blow these kids to pieces to end the war, the new hunger games were also his idea. I never knew he could be so cruel, so twisted but who can blame him? They have put him through so much pain and he's not the forgiving type but neither am I. As the wind blows ashes into my face, I understand what I came here for. I accept it. I start the fight again. It's now or never. The ashes, the ashes of my town, of my friends, of my parents, of my loved ones, the ashes of my home, of their homes, of their tears, their joy, their love, their lost lives, it will not be in vain, their loss will never be forgotten, as I watch the ashes, the ashes of my destroyed life, my old life. It is gone. I have nothing to lose. I'm going to fight this. I know what I will do: go to thirteen, it can't be that far, pretend I have hidden in the wood ever since the first bombing, get Taylor to safety and then do anything to fly to the capitol. I can't do this alone, but I can't have Taylor come with me, he must stay in safety while I make a better world for him. I'll try to have some allies in thirteen when I get there. No, if I get there and then go to the Capitol, find the victors and have them help me, they're sure to help especially those from twelve. I'm hoping for the best from the Mockingjay, I must get her on my side and then my plan will be in action. It's now or never. I can't fail or else there will be centuries and centuries until someone realizes they need to fight this. I have to do it, for Taylor, for the future generations, for my parents for everyone that died here, for everyone that died throughout the rebellion, their losses must be for a good cause and with that decision, I walk back to my brother Taylor. I am going to succeed or die trying, I have just passed by the point of no return. There is no turning back any more. Let the game begin.
Author's Note:
Hi! This idea came to me just this morning and I decided to write it, it's my first story based on the hunger games trilogy that I recently read. I know it's on the short side but it's just a first chapter. I hope you guys like this or else I won't go on. I can't write if no one wants to read. If I get 3 review I'll go on and if I go on I'll update at least once a week and my chapters will be longer. Love you and really hope you like my story.