CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
When you capture a mutt, one of the first words it'll utter is normally to squeal on its things.
Of course, regular mutts are mutations of animals, not humans, and cannot talk, but with the exception of the jabberjays. But when a mutt is built to talk, they tend to blabber on everything... following human nature... no matter what one's personality is.
So naturally, Cinna told the rebels everything: the headquarters of the fallen Capitol, the leaders in charge, the faces of the people in their army. Katniss Everdeen has decided to waste no time in stopping the Capitol forever, and she obviously has the rebels on her side, and also, just as obvious, ignored my words earlier today. Tonight, fireworks are blooming over the cloudless night sky, obscuring the moon from my view. I can hear singing from the grounds, the anthem used for the first rebellion, and now, will be used to crush the Capitol again, this time to its last existence.
"Do you hear the bells? The clanging in the air?
It masks the cries of sorrow, filled with tears and despair..."
I hear the bells, loud and clear. They ring, blasting an infinite wave of sound through the walls, the floors, the windows, and my ears. Briefly I wonder if the remains of the Capitol will hear it and anticipate a battle coming, but then I groan. Today is the anniversary of the districts' complete win over their controller. Of course, fireworks will be going off louder than ever, and the chorus of the rebellion anthem will be heard from all corners of Panem.
"Out of the ashes we have risen again, to once more light a flame.
It is time now to stand up, things will not be the same..."
... Things will never be the same. When the rebels obliterate the Capitol forever, I will be saying goodbye to my kin and my clan that has kept me both safe and dangerous for thirteen years. I roll over in my sleep, and I am sure that I am one of the few people trying to rest. The rebellion is tomorrow, at twilight. I'm not sure why, but I do believe that fire burns brighter in the darkness... I shudder as I think of the helpless and trapped Capitol, watching flames of anger roar around them like a raging animal, as doom settles over them all. They cannot see in the dark, for the day is their domain, but not anymore... soon, the rebels will take the entire day over.
"Get up on your feet, let the Mockingjay take flight,
Bear your arms and bear them good, get ready to fight,
For it is a flame we must ignite, a flame we must ignite!"
Let the Mockingjay take flight, huh? Doomsday will come to us all if she does.
"Running and hiding, spying with ease,
Jumping and spreading a deadly disease..."
I can certainly see the disease: slowly developing over the crests and falls of the land, slowly eating away everything... brainwashing the world into the angry flames...
"Not one you could think of, oh no, it's fire you'll catch,
Bring in your weapons, and close the latch..."
Fire. The one thing in the world I fear is about to consume us all.
"Get up on your feet, let the Mockingjay take flight,
Bear your arms and bear them good, get ready to fight,
For it is a flame we must ignite, a flame we must ignite!"
"Take to the air, take to the skies,
If we burn, you'll burn, no matter who dies..."
My heart clutches in dread as I remember the frail body of Finnick, scratched and bleeding from the wounds mutt-Cinna had made. I remember Loreka, dead, to help me escape. All those lives lost over the years... I was told that my mother died too.
"Death is a serious thing, life is not a game,
Spread this rebellion on and on, you must help feed the flame."
No, life is a game. This entire world is a Hunger Game, when you fight and fight and never look back at the damage caused in the wake, and only kill and murder to slay your opponents, until only one person is left. Then he will die too, and that will be the end of human existence.
"Get up on your feet, let the Mockingjay take flight,
Bear your arms and bear them good, get ready to fight,
For it is a flame we must ignite, a flame we must ignite!"
I have my own song, one my mother used to sing to me when I was little. It's one of the few memories I have left of her, but burned deeply into my memory. Tears suddenly fly to my eyes and soak into the smooth coverings of my pillow as I try to remember her face... I can't see it in my head. All the woes I've gone through these days... have pushed her memory from my mind. All I remember of her now is... her voice. Singing beautifully, fluttering the soft grass of the meadows, so smooth and lovely, that even the birds outside perch to listen... I only remember its name: Take to the Sky, Rebels Fly...
So amazing and pretty... I remember the soft tune it starts with, that wonderful melody that is the prelude of a brighter day to come...
"Don't turn our backs on injustice, don't beg, don't bite your tongue..."
And slowly, I slip off to sleep and drift in that miraculous moment when nothing is wrong... but tomorrow, they will be.
Tomorrow, I will lose my family forever.
Yes, I understand it's short. I know I haven't been keeping up with this lately, I'm sorry. But this... call it the prelude before the actual rebellion happens. Go ahead, call Katniss OOC, call me a bad writer for making other people OOC, making miraculous things happen, etc... but... *shrugs* I've exhausted all the descriptive writing I have after The Song of Death.
Anyways... credit for this... the first, complete rebellion anthem was written by lemonsmania on the STACKS, the start of the second one will be displayed in full in the next chapter, and is written by Puppyninja12, the two winners of my anthem contest. Now... *sighs and goes back to mirroring Trauma Team videos*