Fire is catching
Chapter 13
Authors Note: Omg 100 reviews! Thank you so so much, this is more than I ever imagined. I really appreciate all your support!
But….the Hunger Games just started for Lucy Heartfilia and one canon is already about to go off…find out what happens next in this chapter, I hope you enjoy it!
"Lucy…?" she asks, her voice not more than hiss.
"Yes. Lisanna! You can hear me. What should I do, how can I help you? You can't die, please don't. It was all my fault! The knife was thrown at me, did you hear that? It was for me! Not for you, you should live, that's not fair, I mean, oh, I'm so sorry Lisanna, I really am, so please don't die, please don't…" there are just too many things I want to tell her, but she just looks at me.
"It's ok…don't blame yourself" and with her last strength she squeezes out the words "All living things eventually die"
That's when her body finally gives in, surrenders and lets death win this battle. Her canon goes off just one second after she whispered those words, the loud deep sound makes my ears ring, but this world suddenly seems so far away that I don't even notice it.
"All living things eventually die." Those were her last words and I was the one who witnessed them.
This is so wrong.
She shouldn't die in my arms. I'm a complete stranger and I even fought her.
She deserves so much better. She deserves to be with her family and friends, not with a selfish idiot like me. Actually she shouldn't have died at all.
She's too young to die.
I sob uncontrollably, tears running down my face as Lisannas blood is smeared all over my body and her body is so dead and stiff and I wanted to help her, even if it's stupid, but I can't, not anymore.
Why am I crying? I shouldn't be. I'm a tribute, I shouldn't care. I should be glad that there's one less left to kill, but I'm not.
I guess you can't understand why I act like this. Why do I even shed tears for this girl from 10? I didn't even know her and she was my enemy. The first time I saw her face the only thing going through my head was "I'll have to outlive her." I didn't even pay attention to her hair color, her eyes, anything really, because it wasn't important. All that mattered was my own survival. Everybody in this arena was and still is my enemy and I know that they'll have to die if I want to be the living one.
But now that her dead body is lying on my lap, now that her blood is smeared on my hands, now that I know that I practically killed her, everything feels different.
There is this huge weight on my chest making it hard to breathe and my vision randomly zooms in and out. All that's going through my head is "I killed her. She's dead. I killed her. She's dead. It's my fault. I killed her. She's dead. I KILLED HER"
Please don't judge me unless you have looked through my eyes, experienced what I went through and cried as many tears as me. Until then, back-off because you have no idea what it feels like.
The tears just don't stop streaming out of my eyes and my throat already hurts from the weird sobbing sounds I make and although I want to, I can't stop. And deep down I know why.
I feel guilty.
Since I was a little child I hated injustice which caused me quite some trouble, but I never cared about that. I always wanted everything to be fair, which is really hard if you're living in a country like Panem where injustice is everywhere to be found.
Still I did everything I could to keep it fair.
And just now somebody died although she shouldn't have.
The dying person should be me, not her, but there's no way I can reverse that.
It's hopeless.
I can't do anything.
I never can do anything.
I'm so worthless.
The incredible weight of a human's life is lying on my shoulders and I'm being crushed by the feelings of guilt.
A draught near my shoulder brings me back to reality, back in the arena and I see some blood running down my arm, this time it's my own one.
I guess another knife was thrown at me. I am a rather easy target though, sitting here having a dead body on my lap.
I'm lucky it only brushed me, but I might lose that lucky streak if I stay here a lot longer.
I can't just ignore that I'm in the hunger games. People die; actually 23 of us will die, leaving only one survivor, one glorious victor.
I'd better get used to seeing people I knew die. And even if Lisannas death was unfair, since when is life fair? Since when are the games fair?
How fair is it that I'm in this arena; that I have to get through all of this.
I have to carry on.
Deep down I know that I can't think like that, that this isn't me, but I at least try to think rationally, I have to.
I carefully lie her body on the stairs, closing her eyes.
"Rest in peace Lisanna", I whisper before I put on that much sought-after backpack and start making my way down the stairs.
I see a couple of other blades flying over and next to me, but none of them injures me badly. Although I don't check, I know that the one throwing the weapons isn't Erza.
Lucky me.
Somehow I manage to get down all the stairs without any further incidents, so peaceful, 3 minutes full of peace. But the blood that's all over me is a constant reminder that all that happened wasn't just a nightmare.
I make my way around the Cornucopia until I stand right in front of the corridor that's taking me to the main part of the arena.
I wonder how long it would take for me to get killed if I just stood here. If I didn't move an inch, waiting for somebody to take me down.
I look at my bloody hands and start laughing insanely. What a funny idea. Just standing here, gambling with my life.
The thought is so crazy, so weird that it fascinates me. I can literally feel the madness crawling under my skin but I can't, I simply can't.
I have to get rid of that dark side that showed up occasionally ever since my name was drawn at the reaping.
Before that I didn't know that everybody has a dark side, that everybody is a little bit insane. I never would've thought that I am capable of such evil thoughts but the last few days proved that I was wrong.
Still I don't want to be like that, I don't want to get turned into a monster by the capitol so I'll fight that inner fight no matter how hard it will be.
My name is Lucy Heartfilia, I'm 17 years old and I come from district 8.
I'm a tribute in the 71st hunger games and I just watched somebody die.
I'm about to go in the main part of the arena where wicked surprises of the game makers already await me.
Let's go.
I enter the tunnel that looks exactly like the one from the labyrinth which brings back awful memories and immediately makes me claustrophobic.
It's all right, it's all all right.
I walk between the high walls until I see a light at the end of the straight tunnel.
Well, this has to be the exit.
I'm so nervous about how the arena is going to look like.
I remember Angels instructions. Get some coins and find a water source.
Water, I need water. Maybe I'll find some food, berries or something like that and a place where I can sleep. Then I'll just try to avoid any contact with the other tributes and wait and see.
Blinded by the intense light I walk with my eyes closed and only open them again when I already left the dark corridor.
What I see takes my breath away.
Authors Note: R.I.P. Lisanna *three finger salute* Uuuugh…there were quite a few fairy tail quotes in this chapter, did anyone notice?
Natsu: No author, nobody did because you put way too many detailed and hidden references into your story. Nobody cares about them.
Author: Natsu shut up! I'm not done with my authors note yet! So…where was I…oh yes, maybe you want to find out WHAT THE REAL ARENA LOOKS LIKE?! Well you'll read about it in the next chapter!
Anyone wants to make an educated guess about the arena? Let me know your thoughts in the comments!
Oh, and the next chapter will be uploaded when I get 10 reviews for this chapter…, so you can decide when the next chapter will be out!
Now's your time to speak Natsu…go ahead.
Natsu: I don't have anything to say now…
Author: Oh come on….
Natsu: …
Natsu: Why didn't I appear in the last million chapters!?
Author: Because the story is written out of Lucy's perspective…and you weren't together with her….
Natsu: But that's unrealistic! Lucy and I are always together, we're a team after all…
Happy: He llllllllllliiiiiiiikes her….
Lucy: SHUT UP HAPPY!
Natsu: Whatever…I wanna fight somebody….
Gray: Did you say my name flame brain?
Gray& Natsu: *start fighting*
Author: Not that again… *dramatic sigh*