Written before Mockingjay came out, although it works surprisingly well with canon. 112 words. May be expanded.
They've been shattered. He can hear it in their voices as they beg him to shoot them through the prison doors.
And he's scared. Because her need to live is what defines her. If they can take that from her, they can do anything.
The door is unlocked. His fingers are shaking, and he has trouble arranging them around the handle.
The room is large and white, and she's small and bruised and caked with blood. His heart nearly stops. They've done it; they've beaten her. They've won.
But the glare she gives him is the same as he's seen on television so many times. And they haven't won.
She's not broken.
