AUTHORS NOTE:
My first ever story! It's a one-shot about Prim's death in Mockingjay. It's very similar to the book, but I hope you enjoy :)
"Dig up the truth about who dropped those parachutes. Prove it wasn't the rebels. Forgive him. But since I can't, I will just have to live with the pain."
- Katniss Everdeen, Mockingjay, Page 428
It has happened.
The rebels have broken through to the city square. I should be happy, that they have conquered and destroyed the capitol, but I'm not. I have a bad feeling about something, although I'm not sure what…
It started as soon as I was lifted from the arena. The rebellion.
It turns out, District 13, who was bombed to the ground after the first Rebellion before the Hunger Games, has bounced back. Only they aren't living on the surface, they've gone subterranean. It's amazing they've even survived at all.
They formed the shape of the Rebellion, planned it, built up an enemy base in the Capitol, but what they needed was someone to set it in motion. Someone to lead the districts together, to unite them, and to give them a reason to fight the Capitol. And who did they get? Me, who they had to fish out of the arena at a very big cost.
I was made the Mockingjay, the face of the Rebellion, the leader of the rebels. And now, as I stand amongst the crowds of Captiol citizens, the rebels break through the people, to get to President Lupen's mansion.
There is no sign of Peeta, of Gale, and who knows where Cressida and Pollux are. But them something catches my eye. A large, very large group of Capitol children as old as 18 and as young as 5. But why? Then it hits me. Of course. To made a barricade to stop the rebels getting into the mansion. It strikes me as clever; the rebels wouldn't hurt the children… or would they?
It happens so fast, I'm not sure it's real. A hovercraft with the Capitol seal appears overhead, and drops dozens of silver parachutes. The children see them coming and think that they have been sent something they need, food, water, clothing even. As their frozen hands fumble with the ties, about 2 dozen of them explode.
The peacekeepers are running towards them, to help them. Another group of white uniformed people hurry towards the dead and dying children. Medics, rebel medics to be precise. I catch a glimpse of her, gently draping her white coat around a mute child. I start running towards her, calling her name.
I'm almost there when she sees me. Her lips call my name, and I'm trying to get to her, when the rest of the parachutes go off.
Fire erupts from the parachutes enveloping everyone in the path of the fireballs. I see one flying towards me, but my eyes are still on her. Watching as the fire burns her skin. Watching as my sister is turned into a human torch before my eyes.