This is my first fanfic so its probably not very good. Therefore, all reviews would be massively appreciated! Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. xxx
"Katniss," Gale says softly. I recognize that voice. It's the same one he uses to approach a wounded animal before he delivers a death blow. I instinctively raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds on tightly.
"Don't," I whisper.
But gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no district twelve."
I roll over to try and block out the pain that burns through my veins, far worse than any drug the traitorous Haymitch can give me. District 12 is gone. Peeta is gone. Everyone has betrayed me. I am alone.
"Just go," I whimper to gale. Haymitch was wrong when he said I couldn't make plans. For, already I am shrugging of my drug induced stupor. I plan begins to form in my mind. With nothing left to live for life seems a waste. In death I will find freedom and peace. With their mockingjay gone how will their revolution live? Rebellion only causes death and pain. Haymitch will never again have the power to decide who should live or die. Peeta's fate will never be repeated. I am ready. For once I will choose my own destiny. I will die; for life…
It is hours before Gale leaves. I have recovered my tiny, inconspicuous, mocking jay pin- the essential tool to my plan. Ironic really, a mocking jay that will end the mocking jay. I rip the tubes from my arm, my ghostly, pale skin tearing like paper. Instantly, alarms pierce my ears, the agonising sound like screaming jabber jays. I sprint across the hospital room and pic the lock with my hair pin. I wiggle it insistently, but lock remains sealed. What seems like hours later the lock eventually clicks open. I dash outside. I am free. Or so I thought….
Three guards race into the corridor. They are armed… with a syringe? Do they know nothing? I am Katniss Everdeen, the cold, vicious victor of the hunger games, and my mid is made up: I will escape! Do they really think they can stop me with a syringe? My nightmares and my crushing guilt for my seemingly endless murders stopped when I found out Peeta was gone. If the 'good' guys could decide a boy's life was worthless, then what is the life of 3 insignificant guards? My life had become meaningless to me, so their life is nothing to me. They will die!
My eyes grow cold and hard, like thunderous clouds from and emerald storm. I leap. Milliseconds before collide into the first guard, I kick out my foot. It rams into his face, crushing his nose , his face explodes into a fountain of red blood, as his face folds in on itself, obliterating his brain. One down, two to go. I lunge for the first one syringe, in the same instant it is clasped in my hand he winds his hands around my throat. My lungs feel like they are about to burst, grey dots dance in my vision. I'm going to faint, my mind whispers to me frantically. Seconds before I black out I wriggle my hand free and into motion, lightning fast i stab a deadly dose of tranquillizer into his veins. His constricting grip loosens and he slumps on the floor… dead. I'm running out of time, more guards will be on their way soon. The third guard trembles as he hesitantly grasps a gun directed at my heart. Poor man, he doesn't want to shot a 'girl' with his hesitation he has already sealed his own doom. I slip gracefully to the ground and slide swiftly across the floor. Stopping in front of the guard, I lash out with my foot, bringing him tumbling to his knees. I grab his gun and turn it towards his own heart. Unflinching I squeeze the trigger. Three down, none to go.
From my last visit to the dining room, where my failed attempt at killing Haymitch occurred, I remember the large glass window overlooking the desolate landscape beneath the hover craft. That is my destination. A map of how to get there is firmly imprinted on my brain; it's just one corridor away from my 'cell'. Surprisingly I do not encounter any guards on my race towards the dining room, they probably expected me to run straight to Haymitch's suit and have another attempt at murdering him. Fools. I was never that stupid.
Once again, the dining room is also empty. I head straight for the window. I retrieve my mocking jay pin, Effie and Haymitch had the tip reinforced with diamond, for protection, he had said, for beauty, she had said. However, I was using it for an entirely different purpose –escape. There was only one thing stronger than the bullet proof glass of the hover graft: diamond. I pushed the diamond tip into the glass and grabbed a gold cup to hammer the pin through the glass. Crash. The glass cascaded down around me, falling in sharp shards of glass, like a deadly waterfall.
Haymitch, Finnick and Plutarch burst into the room as the last shard of glass crashed to the floor. "No Katniss!" Haymitch screamed. But they were too late. I smile a smug, empty smile. Then I jump…
What do you think? Should i continue? Any reviews would be really great. Thanks if you have managed to read this far! xxx