What would happen if Katniss dies in Mockingjay? The curious little girl who sees her lives in the attack. This little girl, nine year old Cleo Velvet is orphaned and scarred, she is taken to the rebels's hideout and is forced to live without her family. Follow Cleo's tragic, but exciting story as she grows in poverty, war, and loss.

Life doesn't become any better when Coin assigns all Capitol children into the new Hunger Games.

The Light in the Dark

1.

" Mom! Wake up! Please!" My shrill voice falls into deaf ears as I vigorously shake my dying Mother. I suddenly hear another rain of popping coming, instinctively I slump on my Mother's back. There's so much screaming, people dive to the ground. I shut my eyes as if this was all a bad dream. I wish this was a bad dream then I could wake up in my cozy, safe home. Not out here, I yearn for my older sister, Jazzy. I have no idea where she is, my mind races. Is she dead? Is she hurt? Where is she?

"Mom, wake up!" I shake her again, I notice the blood stains on her coat. It was so much I couldn't believe I didn't realize it early. I notice the blood on my brand new yellow coat.

" OH NO!" I flinch out of fright and press down on my Mother again, covering my head with my hands. A woman or two is screaming their lungs out, I hear tons of children bawling nearby. I glance forward to see dying woman and man in dark cloaks, they're laid near us, pools of blood surrounds them. I see her face again, the woman I stared intensely at moments before my Mother's death. Everything feels so surreal. Before, I was standing closely to my Mother, gawking at the two strangers in cloaks. I playfully stomp my boots in the crunchy snow. Jazzy ran over to a friend of hers when we arrived in the City circle. My Mother tried to stop her, even yelled for the first time, but my sister simply ignored her and approached her friend.

" Stay close to me, Cleo." My Mother ordered. Her voice isn't soft or mild, its sharp and forceful. I'm too confused to protest and I didn't see any of my friends to run to so I stay put.

I locked eyes with the woman in the cloak, she looked so familiar. But I couldn't think of her name.

My Mother grabs my wrist suddenly, I turn my head to her. She has a strange look in her eyes, something I couldn't read. " Cleo, stop looking at those two!" She scolded me.

" They look weird, Mommy!" I protested sharply.

That's when it happened, I abruptly rigid with fright upon hearing loud popping sounds in the distance.

" Get down!" My Mother screamed urgently, I blindly dove to the ground. I landed on my stomach hard, so hard I knocked the air out my lungs. Screaming roars in the wind. More popping occurs. I was lying on my side opposite from my Mother, my arm grope for my Mother. I don't have to go far, I feel her body and a wet substance. I whisked up to my feet, when I see my Mother's body, I'm hysterical. Tears pouring down my face, I kneel over my Mother, doing anything to arouse her.

But she doesn't. She never does.

Jazzy! Where's Jazzy? I think. My heart is racing, my chest is tightening every seconds. I am so confused. Is Mommy really dead? I think. I can't even think of leaving my Mother, I feel like she's just sleeping. I can't help but think how she would feel if I leave and she woke up alone.

" Jazzy! Jazzy!" I shriek panic stricken. " Where are you?" I suddenly hear another popping sound of gunfire. I didn't react quick enough, I violently jerk when a bullet surges through my right shoulder. The whole force of the single bullet throws me to the ground face down. I'm too stunned to scream or cry, adrenaline numbs the pain. I can't move my muscles. I keep hearing screams, close and far. From I lay, I see more bodies on the ground.

My eyes then spots something odd. A pod and a parachute not far from us. I remember the parachutes from the Hunger Games. The parachutes are used to help tributes so they can win. Maybe it has medicine. I think. I recall Games that gives wounded tributes medicine, they're very effective most of the time. Eager, I force myself to scramble to my feet and scurry towards it. Then it went off. The bullets fly out of everywhere again.

I'm flown into the air with a long winded scream from the explosion. I slam hard on my stomach, again I'm breathless and stunned. The screaming escalates, I scan my surrounding as best as I can. Pink organs and gross looking chunks is scattered on the pavement. I regain my ability to move quickly, but I didn't want to move. I don't even want to see. There's too much to see.

I see a person coming into my sight view, he stops and stares at the cloak people.

He speaks in a grave voice. " Katniss Everdeen and Gale Hawthorne are dead."

I black out.