Catching the fire of freedom

by Melissa hearts fiction

My version of what Katniss does after the end of catching fire. One thing I've always loved is how katniss always stands up for what she believes is right. This is what Katniss does to take control of her own destiny. she is sick and tired of being a pawn in the game of the Capitol and the rebellion, she takes her fate into her own hands.

2. Chapter 2

Sorry this chapter is so short but i think the next part of the story needs its own chapter. Will try and my my next chapter longer, sorry again and thanks!xxx

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I'm falling. I plummet through the air, icy fingers of wind strike me. Howls fill my ears, the screaming voice of the wind, accompanied by my own chorus of exhilarated screams. Fire explodes around me and slices through the air, like the fiery breath of a terrifying dragon. Debris and rubble catapults through the sky like thousands of dead, dark shooting stars. I'm falling through a dying world: District 11.

My mind flashes back to the 75th hunger games, after I'd shot my final arrow of destruction, destroying the arena in an explosion of electrical flames. Falling now, is so similar, I can almost taste the memory of the acrid taste of burning steel. I fall closer to the ground, praying for death. I impact against the frozen ground….. And just like last time, death has eluded me.

Blood gushes from my burst veins, flowing in river of blood, like the bloody tears I never got to shed. I have to get up, my mind murmurs urgently to me. I stager to my shattered feet. I hear the loud shrieking of the hovercraft, as it swerves down towards me, if they capture me I will never be free.

Then I spy my path to freedom. A vast, untouched expanse, an emerald speck in the distance, nature indifferent by the whims and wars of insignificant humans. It's a forest: lush green pines towering into the clouds; aromatic, twisting ferns coil around each other like friendly, emerald snakes, twigs and roots are weaved together in an untameable nest. It is home and it beckons me.

I lurch in the direction of the forest, my steps are feeble and wobbly. I blunder forward, armed with more energy, because as I fell to my 'death,' my life really did flash before my eyes and I saw something worth living for –hope. The hope of peace, but my peace is not a world free of war (that is far too much to ask for) my peace comes from Peeta, his unconditional love is the only freedom and peace I will ever know. So I will find him and I will save him!

However, yet again, what I want eludes me. For in my wake drips a trail, just like Hansel and Gretel and their ingenious breadcrumbs, I leave a trail as I stumble through the forest, only mine is a trail of sinister blood. A trail leading my enemies straight to me. My life is no fairy tale, it's a nightmare…

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