The Stars Won't Shine Tonight
IT was one of those soldiers who delivered the news.
Where's my axe? She thinks as her hands tremble, as her feet walk away from all the chaos that exploded when they have gotten information of the recent events that transpired in the Capitol. A hand grabs her before she could get farther.
"Get to Annie. Now."
The swift movement of her hand when it finds its release from Haymitch's grasp can never be prepared for. Johanna slaps his face. "I don't care whatever shit she's pulling off!" she snarls. "Get that bitch away from me!"
And she runs.
Annie again. What does she know? Johanna is hurting so much greater than that girl because she is sanely aware that her heart has just been ruined. For good.
My axe, my axe, she thinks. Johanna is desperate for her axe right now. But she can't fucking have it because she is here in Thirteen, dysfunctional.
In substitution, she uses her hands to hit the wall that obstructs the way. Her eyes blur as fast as the execution of each blow. The physicality of the pain and soreness in her hands grows more rapidly but Johanna does not know how to give a damn about it anymore.
And, badly, badly, oh badly, does she yearn to storm to the Capitol to give Snow the demise he deserves. That beast needs to die now.
For all his vile acts, Snow did not have to kill Finnick. No, he did not have to. Maybe Johanna might have finally given up and agreed to something. It might have been that.
Because Finnick was the axis that turned her life around and he is gone.
Her scream is almost never heard as Annie's shrieks echo through the hallways.