another Hunger Games request by JesusFreakft...i havent ONLY read the Hunger Games, you know...anyone have any other requests? sure i'll take Hunger Games ones, but any other stories you guys like?
I watch in distress as the Girl On Fire runs through the woods, dodging fireballs coming at her from every which way, and I can't help but feel slightly responsible for this particular obstacle in The Games. I was the one who made Katniss the girl on fire through my costumes…the ones that gave her a name in the Capitol, a face, sponsors, a favoritism. But of course I shouldn't take all the credit. She did most on her own. She could have run when I lit her costume on fire, but she stuck around. She was the one who did so well in the interview, winning over the audiences and her prep team. She was the one who didn't complain, who cares so much for her sister, she is the one who is such an amazing person. Not men, my outfits that I designed for her had nothing to do with her success but give her the title "Girl On Fire." That platform gave her quite the advantage… and now, it appears, a major dilemma in the Games that could get her killed…
She dropped to the ground and convulsed for a few moments, vomiting, trying to desperately rid herself of the toxins she had taken in during these past few minutes. The forest-y arena is still engulfed in tongues or fire around her. I cross my fingers and pray under my breath that the game makers don't try to kill her while she is so vulnerable: curled up in the fetal position, weak and breathless.
As she starts to get up a flaming ball landed besides her, searing off about six inches of her braid and skimming across her right calf. My heart hurts for her as she appears to forget what she was doing, engulfed in panic at the sight of her burning leg. She regains sense after a while and rolls it on the ground, which stifles the worst, but she cuts off her pant leg from where it was burned. She is so smart, but that move was not so.
I feel so sorry for her—she doesn't deserve such torture and pain. I hurt for her, as she seems slightly preoccupied at the moment. In the time that I have known her, I have come to love Katniss like a father…something I remember she doesn't have. I truly believe that she can come out alive, as the victor, and somehow manage to bring Peeta with her.
I feel so sorry for the poor boy as well, so truly in love with Katniss while all she sees it as is a way to win over the Capitol and keep them both alive. She thinks it was a strategy made with their mentor, Haymitch, to make her seem more likeable. If only she knew how he really did love her.
Pain, hurting, grief, sympathy and many other emotions that I do not wish or care to identify overwhelm me watching my mockingjay struggle, and I turn off the TV. I'm beyond glad and relieved that I am in the solitude of my home here in the Capitol, for a few tears slip down my cheeks before I can stop them. The thought of Katniss not returning from the arena tears my heart to bits even though I know she is still alive. I do have complete faith in her yes: she is a fighter, a survivor…she will make it. But at the same time I can't help but worry and fear that she wont make it. "Good luck, mockingjay," I whisper to myself in the silence…good luck.