A/N- Hello readers, new and old! I'm akatrixie. This is about 300 words about each character's death from the 75th Hunger Games. If anybody has any requests, I will gladly write them sooner. However, I don't want to be stuck with all bloodbath tributes to write at the end. So I might mix up the order a bit. Thanks to mystic night92 for your ideas and encouragement. Thank you for clicking on this, and please please please review!
Disclaimer- Well, I own my bloodbaths, I suppose. But not the rest of the amazing Hunger Games Universe.
Mags, District 4
Katniss is trying her hardest. But the fog is faster. It swirls in tendrils and waves, overtaking bodies until there is nothing but pain.
She tries to curl up, to not weigh anything at all. So Katniss will not have to work too hard.
But it doesn't work. Katniss falls down, body twisting and turning in ways that should not be possible.
She laboriously hoists herself up and picks up Mags again. They run, trying to catch up with Finnick and Peeta. She can't fall back from Finnick.
She had known Finnick ever since he was 14. He had charmed her from the first second. She knew she could keep him alive.
After his Games, they had sat on the pier and fished. He had talked about his stalkers, his family, his life. And she had talked back. It had been right before her stroke.
She missed being understood. She had been eloquent. The only thing people knew her for now was her talent with fishhooks.
She can feel the spasms in Katniss's arms. She cannot hold her much longer.
And she falls a second time. The mist is everywhere now, perforating and poisoning her entire body.
But still Katniss valiantly struggles onward.
It is just too strong. Katniss falls a third time. Mags knows she must go.
"It's no use. Can you take them both?"
Katniss is concerned for Mags's life. Mags is honored.
"No. I can't carry them both. My arms aren't working. I'm sorry, Mags. I can't do it."
She does not want to leave Finnick. He will be alone.
But then again, he won't. There will be a revolution. The world will change.
She gets up and kisses him. It is her way of saying goodbye.
The fog is searing as she falls.
The world will change. Panem will change. She won't be there to see it.