THE STREETS WERE COBBLESTONE AND THE SKIES WERE GRAY
(and that was the day i died)
Her heart thumped wildly and her legs shook so bad that she kept on whispering, 'don'ttrip,don'ttrip,don'ttrip'.
She was nervous, and scared, and excited. But mostly nervous. Here she was, in the Capitol, and she was here to do what she loved best. Help others.
There. She could see the Capitol children, grouped together (like livestock) in a failed attempt to protect them. (Or maybe the President.)
She followed behind the other healers, Jericho turning to give her a warning glare - 'don`t make me regret bringing you here' - before they all seperated to do their work.
She stopped next to one little girl who had a glowing silver eye, as if she`d stolen a piece of the moon. But the other side of her face was a plethora of red, pink, and black, so she moved on as the gleam of the moon faded.
Next was a boy, a toddler really, too young to be here on his own. His cries were loud and grating, and just as she was giving up her coat to warm him, two things happened, one a nanosecond after the other.
The first was a yell ('PRIM!') from a familiar voice that caused her to turn, the second being a blast of heat she felt on her back, growing and growing till she felt nothing at all.
I can't believe I wrote this. But heads up. I wrote a whole whack of them.
Thoughts?