One last life, chapter 11

For a lack of reviewers, I shall have a lack of an author's note. Anything else? Well, since I already did a fic for Rue's death (Free) I shall do Thresh, okay? Thanks. For Seeder, I felt poetic. Sorry. The

THRESH: (FIRST PERSON POV)

Bolts of lightning. Roars of thunder shake my eardrums as I fight him. His body against mine, as we fight to the death. All possible weapons are cast aside, we fight with fist. All I can do is fight with my life, as that little girl did. Rue. Rue. She was only 12. She's dead. I know she is. And all I can do, is fight, hoping to avenge her loss and bring victory forth for District 11
And as I fight, I know it's only in my mind. This boy, the Career, or the Star crossed lovers will win. Lover, hah...never had love. All I did my life was harvest, fight, and learn. Harvest food as the fresh fruits of summer bloom. Fight, as my father did before he died. And learn that the world is a cruel place. The Capitol is sick, twisted citizens who think children's death is something to enjoy. A sharp pain, as this boy pushes me forward into the mud
a sickening crack, as my leg hits the ground. It fell at an awkward angle, and I cannot feel.
I cannot move
I cannot fight
All I can do is resist, as the Careers descends with his sword. How cowardly. My mother said if you are to fight, do not let the weapon do it for you. I try, one last time, to launch myself at him. I fail.
I tried my best, Rue
For you
but I guess I didn't try hard enough

SEEDER: (FIRST PERSON POV)

A flash of blood is all I see
A pain relief is all I need
the stormy clouds of death descend
Many lives here come to an end

I miss the fruits of my district
Of muttering retreats
I know I will not come out alive
For this rebel is not strong enough

The citizens fight for their freedom
The rebels fight for the right
The Capitol fights, to gain control
but if we burn, we all burn once more