Chapter One
Foam. I am really floating on foam. I can feel it beneath the tips of my fingers, cradling parts of my naked body. There's so much pain but there's also something like reality. The sandpaper of my throat. The smell of burn medicine from the first arena. The sound of my mother's voice. These things frighten me, and I try to return to the deep to make sense of them. But there's no going back. Gradually, I'm forced to accept who I am. A badly burned girl with no wings. With no fire. And no sister. A dying patient, who is too injured to fix anymore. It is only a matter of time before I will finally join my father, Rue, Finnick and all that have passed. I was in so much pain already, I don't know if I can take it anymore. Then I register a burning sensation in my arm. That's when I realize that I would prefer the past pain, this new pain was just too much. It burned and ached, making my bones feel as if they were being slowly cooked on a rotisserie while being submerged in acid. Then I pushed the pain to the back of my mind and tried to focus on my unconsciousness.
C-
The time we live in now is horrible. The slaughter of children, despicable.
We lived with the Volturi for a number of years in the hopes of things sorting themselves out. No such luck. So this morning after a long discussion we decided that we should act. This could not go on any longer. We arrived shortly after in the square of the Capital. Then we saw the mine explosions and knew we were too late. So many people died, as they were completely obliterated. Then we watched as the leader of Panem was arrested. I snuck into the hospital and started to help work on the many injured citizens and rebels.
Then I came across a girl with her dark hair in a braid. The skin on her entire face was badly burnt not to mention the rest of her body. Seeing her state and how hopeless she looked I gathered her in my arms just as some capitol workers realized that I did not belong here. I ran with the girl to catch up with my family who were helping to bring the injured to the hospital.
When they realized my intentions and the people chasing after me they sprinted to me and joined me in my vampire sprint to what used to be Italy. As we ran I bit her over and over again, hoping to have managed to save her in time. As we raced home I pondered my intentions. There had been many people who were injured there, but I chose to take her, why? Then I thought of her small form in that cot with her dark hair thrown across her pillow in its braid.
I realized that how fragile and determined she looked, even unconscious, somehow reminded me of Bella.
Well, one thing was for sure. She would be special.
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