Cauterization
By: somedayisours
Summary: Those aren't Victors their survivors, monsters bred in flesh and blood of their enemies and friends.
Time: Before the seventy-fourth and seventy-fifth Hunger Games.
A/N: OC's because there are unnamed Tributes.
It had been dark her copper coloured hair still in the neat braid down her back. She still had both of her eyes and all her fingers. She was whole, she was alive, but she wasn't safe. She was never safe. What did safe mean? She would, could never know.
He didn't she noted. His hands trembled as he brought the reddened knife to the bleeding stumps that had been his fingers in hope of burning the wounds shut to stop the bleeding.
"Let me," she spoke up finally, drawing his attention away from the knife only inches from his hand and to her face.
She moved around the dimming fire to his side, pulling the knife from his hand she grabbed his water flask and dumped a small amount onto the wound, ignoring his howl of pain. She reached into her pack, happy when she pulled out a pair of socks.
"Put these in your mouth," she stated simply and waited for him to place the socks in his mouth, only glaring at him when he hesitated. She pressed the heated tip of the blade onto the wound pulling back as he let out a scream she applied it again until all the wounds were sealed shut. He lost three fingers.
She let more water drip onto the newly sealed wounds and wrapped it in the hem of his shirt that he had ripped off earlier.
"I want to win," he said simply looking at the copper haired girl next to him. "I want to live and have kids."
She looked thoughtful for a moment, as if wondering if there was a point in the conversation. "I... I don't know what I want," she responded finally.
"Why?"
"Why..." She seemed to ponder his question for a moment, pursing her lips and frowning to herself. "I can't see myself passed, well, this."
He waited expectantly for her to continue.
"I believe I won't make it out of here. In my District we have a nursery rhyme about children, children without mothers... My mother left me in hope of a better life.
Mommy is the best in the world
With a mom you have the most valuable treasure
Jump into your mom's heart
And you will find happiness!
Mommy is the best in the world
Without your mom, you are like a blade of grass
Away from your mom's heart
Where will you find happiness?"
He was silent, giving no reply to the nursery rhyme.
"Are all children without mothers doomed to suffer, to never be happy? I was doomed from the start, to fail, because even if I become a Victor is that happiness?" She shook her head, "those aren't Victors, their survivors, monster bread in flesh and blood of their enemies and friends."
"Mommy Is The Best In The World."
A/N: It is originally a Chinese nursery rhyme
Mommy Is The Best In The World
(English)
Mommy is the best in the world
With a mom you have the most valuable treasure
Jump into your mom's heart
And you will find happiness!
Mommy is the best in the world
Without your mom, you are like a blade of grass
Away from your mom's heart
Where will you find happiness?
Thank you for reading Cauterization
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