Disclaimer: I guess I should say it. Sorry for the late update. Suffering from writers block, but got a bit of inspiration from track practice today. Thank God for rain. Sorry if it's so short. Also, there were a few makeout scenes in Mockingjay between Katniss and Gale, well those didn't happen.
The days drag on slowly. I repeat the same cycle everyday: eat, train, command, eat, train, command, sleep. Over and Over again, in a never ending cycle. The dreams of Madge never cease, repeating over and over again. It's never ending, much like my schedule.
My family tries to get me back to normal, like I was before, but it's hard. Hard to deal with losing someone you love, or loved, if they're dead. If Katniss had died in the first HUnger Games, I wouldn't know what I would've done. Losing Katniss at the time would've been hard, never would I know that losing Madge Undersee would do this to me.
Through the days, I'm sent on several missions, one to District 8, where we almost get blown up. The hospital there gets blown up, everyone from the recent bombing gets killed too. It was horrible, watching it all go down.
Pretty soon, after another interview from Mellark, where we find out he has gotten worse, a rescue trip is arranged. I'd like to say it went well, but, unfortunetly, there were alot of injuries.
Once inside the Capitol, I'm sent off with Jackson, a soldier from Thirteen to get Mellark, while other soilders go for Annie Cresta and Johanna Mason, another Victor in the Quell. Alarms are flashing everywhere when we burst into the room where Peeta is being held. He's wide awake and trashing around trying to get out of the bonds that hold him. When he sees me, his pupils dialate and he screaming louder. Jackson knocks him out with the gas and lugs him over his shoulder, while I run ahead, gun cocked and loaded, ready to shoot.
About halfway from the room Mellark was in, we come into trouble. We crash into the team that has Annie, she's clad in only a sheet and looks very frightened until Boggs knocks her out with the gas also. They have quite a few guards on their tail. I shoot at one of them and they fall and we all bolt, trying to get away. Every once and a while, I'll shoot backwards and I know what I've hit it's mark. A shout of pain, and a thud.
That's for killing Madge, I think to myself. Everytime I hit a guard, it's for something else. For destroying District 12, for putting Katniss through the Games, for everything you've ever done to us.
By the time we're out, I've ran out of thing to get back at them for. I've suffered a few hits and I'm exhausted, but I won't fall, not yet.
Once on the hovercraft do we finally get to rest.
Mellark's been hijacked. Hates Katniss now. He tried to strangle her on first sight. What I wanted to do was to knock some sense into him, as they've gone through alot together, but I don't. I'm already in trouble for skipping a Command meeting. Though Katniss, the Mockingjay, has skipped most of them, I don't skip that many, but occasionally a few.
I've been assigned to make bombs that will blow up the Capitol's defense, like literally. There's one that will look like parachutes in the Games, and then blow up. Then, more bombs will go down, killing the survivors.
As much as I don't want to admit it, I've become one of them. One of the Capitol. Killing is a second nature to me now, animals or humans.
I once told Madge that if her and I were in the arena, she'd be the only one I wouldn't be able to kill. I'd be bending over backwards trying to keep her alive, even if it meant dying myself. She told me that she would be doing the same for me.
During one time that I'm working with Beetee on traps, two soilders come in and start working with the guns. I can hear their conversation as they clean their guns and get ready to practice.
"Yeah, more refugees came over the edge today. Said they were from Twelve." My heart lifts at the words. It may not be Madge, but at least someone else survived. I'm still not over her, I can't process the fact that she's dead. I just can't, it's nearly impossible to me, I loved her that much.
"What state were they in?" The older man of the two asks, his voice gruff and loud.
"There were six of them. Two adults, a set of twins, and then two 18 year old girl's I think." At least children survived the horrible thing. I remember the fire raining down on everyone, people were screaming and running every which way, trying to find family. The bombs echoes still shatter my ear drums, screaming replays all the time, fire exsists behind my eyelids.
"Six? That's quite a bit not to be picked up by the Capitol." The older man says again, obviously amazed.
"Yeah, I know. It amazed me they were still alive. Anyways, the two adults were in okay shape. The man was in worse. Said a house collapsed on him, but he got out before it collapsed completely. His wife, the women, had a few burns but was okay, other than that. Their twins, we're okay. A few cuts and burns here and there. Broken rib on one of them."
"And the girls?"
The other man pauses before continuing. "They were in pretty bad shape. One of them, said a bomb dropped a few feet from them when they were running. She had bad burns and a lot of broken ribs."
"And the other?"
"It'll be a miracle if she survies till tomorrow morning." Beetee looks at me quickly, to make sure I'm not zoned out, but I'm completely lost to him. I've been sucked into the conversation, desperate to find out who these people are, I might know them.
"That bad?"
"Yeah. Broken leg, bad burns, there's something wrong inside. Poison, I think. She looked pretty green, all the color faded out of her skin and eyes, could barely walk." I can only imagine what's going on inside of the girl, anything could happen in the woods.
"Did they give any names?"
"Yeah. The family, the parents and the twins, gave the name of 'Frustlock'. One of the girls, the one in better condition, gave the name of 'Kaelin', I think that's how you say it, at least." I freeze. The name sounds so familar, it's crazy. I know that I knew someone with the last name of Kaelin. It's familar.
"And the other?"
"Undersee. The mayor's daughter."
And with that, the piece of metal I'm holding in my hands, falls to the ground with a clatter.
A/N: Reviews are welcome. All will be explained in future chapters.