Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. If I did…that sentence should never be finished.
James is on the battlefield. He is holding a rifle, no protection equipment whatsoever, the government just simply ran out. All that's on his mind if his family, his wife, son. and two girls. He just wants to get home to them; he didn't even feel that the war was something that should be going on. But he had to keep them out of this, they couldn't witness what he's witnessed.
All he has seen since the moment he has arrived is death. Way too many people to count. He tries to have some sort of funeral service for them, but it's hard. The military just discards the bodies like they are nothing. A bullet glides by his ear, tearing off some skin. He runs to hide behind a bush, and starts digging. He doesn't want to kill anyone, well anyone else.
The day before his best friend, Mark, went on a rampage. "What the fuck are you doing? James shouted. "Freeing you all from this hell." Mark screamed. He shot a bullet at James, but luckily he dodged. But it hit another solider in the shoulder. He went down like a bowing pin. James rushed over to the man. He grabbed a hold of him and rested his head on his lap. This man had been one of his kid's teachers. "Harry?" James asked. "My hands have been stained red with blood. I didn't enjoy killing at first, but now it's becoming more and more comfortable. London Bridge is falling down, and it isn't coming back up." The man gasped, and then his eyes shut. That's when James realized that his leg was soaked in blood. James set the man gently on the ground. Two more gunshots rung in the distance. He could hear screams that were desperately calling out for help. Three more gunshots. James had to take this into his own hands. He quickly raced over to his tent and grabbed his rifle. As soon as he came out, Mark was there, holding a small pistol. Tears were running down his face. "I'm doing y'all a favor why can't you realize that?" James pulled the trigger. The bullet made contact with Mark's chest. James pulled it a second and a third time, to make sure that he'd be dead. Mark stumbled, and then fell to the ground. "Free at last." He mumbled. The wails of the others could be heard. James did not have any medical knowledge, so they couldn't be saved. If only he had taken that medical course his wife suggested he'd take before joining the military. One of them had dragged themselves over to him. It was a woman, and she was covered in blood. She extended her arm out to him. "Avenge me." She whispered. Her face fell to the ground, and never came back up. After ten minutes, the wails finally stopped. They were all dead.
James burned the bodies that day, since if the military had discovered what happened he would be executed on the spot. He was soaked in blood, so he thoroughly washed his clothes in a nearby river bank. No one witnessed the event. He could still see the face of his friend, the mad look on his face. All of this was running through James's head. His hand touched something metal. Oh no. The next thing he saw was a flash of white and he was gone forever.
"I will go down with this ship. I won't put my hands up and surrender. There will be no white flag above my door. I'm in love, and always will be." Sami sang this as she was walking home from school. Sami was a pacifist like her father. She felt that the war was stupid, a waste of time, and an excuse to murder innocent people. Her father, James Johnson, was currently fighting in the war. Only because of the law though. He loved his family very much; she couldn't see him killing someone. He probably just watched as the barbaric and inhuman battles occurred. She hoped that the war would be over soon, so he could finally come home. She missed him deeply.
She reached the small white house. Sky would most likely already be inside, or at a friend's. Sam would be at school for another hour or so. Sami walked up to the black iron gate that protected the house. It was locked. Sami opened a pocket from inside her backpack and grabbed the key. She unlocked the walk, and then opened the large gate. It creaked open. That thing really needs to be oiled. She made sure to relock the gate, and then she walked up the porch steps. On the door was an envelope with the letters USA on it written in cursive. Oh god, she thought. She slowly opened the note.
We would like to inform you that James Johnson has passed away. Please send another from your family to take his place, as stated by law. Remember, war is the answer.
Sami tore the note to shreds. They could've at least said that they were sorry. Sami raced to the kitchen. She opened the cupboards, and grabbed a wine glass. She threw it to the ground as hard as she could. Sky heard, and raced down the stares. "Sami what's going on?" She asked. Sami grabbed the biggest shard she could find. "Dad's dead." She screamed. "He didn't deserve it but he's dead." Sky started to cry. "Sami don't." She said. Sami stabbed herself in the hand as hard as she could. Sky screamed, and then fainted. She slowly took it out. Then she stabbed it into her arm. She moved it to create the shape of a heart in her skin. Sami could feel herself losing consciousness. "I love you daddy." She said, tears running down her face. Then she passed out.
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