Hey this is one of what I though Katniss's nightmare could be, i'm quite proud of it sorry if its rough but I havent written anything in a long while..xxx
Those eyes have changed; the eyes of cinna, they've had no cosmetic change, however, but is visible enough to cause a shift in the tempeture in the room, it plummets to a cool point below freezing, I hesitate for a moment calculating my next move; devise which would prolong my life the most. The words come out before I have a chance to sensor them "remember who I am?" my voice cracks on the second word and I further fail to regain my strong composure. The room starts to spin uncontrollably, cinna's eyes widen and bare down on to me, the eyes no loner complement his soft features they seem as though they are dis-jointed in away merly using the body as a vessel. Shattering fear emits from my motionless body, I sit like a life less doll thrown aside. Cinna's mouth gapes open, I brace myself for a piercing scream to escape his tattered lips- they were once quite full and pink, like a baby's only with more charm now they looked dead, sharp even. The dead skin pealing and bleeding cracks appearing like great ridges in the grand cannon- his lips pealing back over his teeth exposing a set of razor like claws, no longer teeth but a deadly weapon. Readying for a sound that never comes, glancing back at his statuesc face, he has frozen in a silent scream, his last plea for help, his last agonising communication with me. And I feel for a second that I saw the old cinna again but then he's gone the face fades away and replaced with a bright beaming light, I take a second to adjust to my new surroundings.
pain surges through me like a flame being lit with in my vains and being aloud to spread through out my whole entire body, the blood that my heart is trying so hard to pump through my body egnites, like its no longer blood but made a transformation into lighter flued. I let my screams escape, I have no energy to withhold them. my breathing is short and quick, the more the flames ingulf me the harder it gets to breath. The pain hijacks my body, I am unable to move pinned to the ground. The pain that started at my feet has now reached my head, I break free from my restraints and begin to thrash around. my sore muscels fragil with every swift sensless movement. my spine curls backwards as I'm raised up from the floor, another screech runs from my lips; my eyes flash open darting around the room but only to be drawn closed by my heavy lids.
how long can this really go on for, why does death play with me this way? am i not willing to let go if only it would save the ones i care for?
i can feel somthing, pressure is being applied to my extrematies. It begins slow with a feather light touch but as the time passes it progresses to a bone crushing sensastion. I can no longer hear my breath, ether because it's coming so fast it has just merged into one silent sound or i am not breathing at all.
the pressure increases and i'm forced to wake up.
