Hey guys! Sorry for killing off Rue! I was sad after that chapter too. Poor little Rue can't catch a break in any fan fics! Btw, I'm thinking of writing one about Rue's life before the games.. Hope you like this chapter!
I awaken high in my tree and search for Rue. Wait.. I've gone mad. Rue is…Dead. I think to myself with a tear. No. I will not cry. Not anymore. My stomach growls and my throat calls out for water and only now do I realize I haven't eaten in a day and haven't drank in a really long time. My grief drowned it all out. Water… I climb down the tree clumsily and gather. I paw through the dirt once again, seeking out edible roots, but my hands find something much stranger. A hoof. I look up and a massive black and white horse is standing over me. I had only seen a horse once in my entire life at the chariot rides. I stand up slowly trembling and back up against a tree. The horse follows me and lowers its neck and beckons me to get on. I cautiously get on the horse. It makes an uncomfortable noise as I scramble onto the massive animal, but it stands firm. The horse stands there and does nothing. Why won't this thing go? I think to myself, digging my feet into the horse in frustration. The horse makes a startled noise and begins to gallop. "Whoa! This is too fast!" I say. For some reason, the horse slows down. It is now steadily walking. "Do you know where to find water?" I ask mindlessly. The horse stops and stares up at me with familiar blue eyes. Her eyes take on a look of determination and starts walking again in the opposite direction. I have no clue where we're going but I sit on its back obediently. I trust it for some reason. An odd attachment. After about an hour of trekking I begin to think things through. Why do I trust this animal? You shouldn't trust animals in the hunger games.. They aren't real, they're… Muttations. The foul word crosses my mind and the horse neighs, and rises on only two hooves, throwing me to the ground violently. It's trying to kill me! I think, but then I realize the true reason the horse panicked and threw me off. There is a long, sickening arrow sticking out of its side and blood pours from the wound, soiling the black and pure white skin. The archer is nowhere to be found. Vanished. The horse lies down and I sit by its side and stroke its mane, whispering reassuring words of meadows and forests to roam. The horse sits, contently as blood leaks out of the gash. Tears slide down my face freely but I don't care at all. "I'm so, so sorry.." I whisper to my dying companion in between salty bitter tears. The horse's breathing begins to slow and her beautiful intelligent eyes begin to haze. She's fading out of this cruel world. I stroke her face one final time and she goes limp in my arms. "No.. no.. Don't leave me here alone." I sob onto the dead horse. Mockingjay. I sit weeping with my head in my hands, totally mentally unhinged. After about an hour I manage to pry myself from my lost companion to search for water. It has to be near.. I walk mindlessly. Running from the pain that I cannot bare to face. And water turns out to be close. Too close for comfort. I walk straight off a cliff and find myself falling into darkness, into the arms of the grim reaper. So, I guess this is it. This is how I die. I should have died long ago. Only a few more seconds left.. I think as I reach the bottom of the abyss. But it's not rock. It's not flat ground; nothing of the sorts. Its water. I used to love swimming with Katniss in the lake in the woods outside of district twelve, but this is no ordinary water. Salt water; a better conductor. The water is electrified. I gasp and convulse uncontrollably in the shocking water. It stings my skin and I smell charred salty flesh. Just let it stop, please. Just let me die. The pain is excruciating. I let out a final strangled gasp as I hear a familiar male voice. "Grab my hand, Prim!" The voice yells urgently. I obediently muster up all of my strength and reach one hand in the air and feel myself being hoisted up out of the water as I fade out of consciousness.
