Prompt by starrful

Prompt by flirtwithmeudie

My Favorite Heroine

Click. Click. Click. Celestia swung herself down from her grandfather's office, the secretary continuing to type for what seemed to be forever. It was so aggravating, having to listen to the stupid typewriter every day for an entire hour while she waited for her grandfather to take her home.

The place directly underneath the secretary's office was her grandfather's prized garden of roses. Each bush trimmed to perfection, categorized by color. He even had a rose maze she used to love running in and out of. In all honesty, it wasn't that hard to solve. None of her grandfather's puzzles seemed all that hard to solve.

Everyone in the house looked down at her for being a scrawny, little child with total disregard to most of the fashion trends in the Capitol. They didn't think she was all that smart either. Only her grandfather seemed to know, and she cherished those moments when her grandfather was finally done with work and would sit with her to drink tea.

She shook her head. The memories were no use to her now. Her mother wasn't looking towards it all, her eyes tightly shut. Even her father, always so sullen and pragmatic, didn't dare look. She knew she had to look. It was the least she could do for her favorite person in the entire world. Just an ounce of respect for him.

"Sweetie, look away," her mother whispered, her eyes still closed. Celestia didn't listen. She never did. Why wouldn't it change now? She watched as Katniss stepped into the room, an arrow nocked on her bow. She resisted the urge to yell at her, tell her she was wrong, anything to save her grandfather.

"Are you Katniss?" she asked. She shyly tugged on her braid, the exact same as the woman in front of her. Katniss turned towards her, raising an eyebrow. She had to resist the urge to jump up and down in excitement. Katniss Everdeen! She was like all those heroines she saw on TV, just better because she was real!

"Yes, I'm Katniss. You must be," Katniss trailed off. For a while, she felt offended Katniss didn't know who she was. Oh well, she thought. It wasn't like District folk saw Capitol TV or had books filled with famous celebrities. She doubted they even had a single magazine in the dirt covered things they called houses.

"I'm Celestia Snow," she introduced, proudly puffing herself up. She smoothed down her pink, silk dress. Katniss nodded, still no expression on her face.

"It's such an honor to meet you!" she continued on, squeaking in delight. She knew it wasn't proper to talk off a guest's ear, but this was the Katniss Everdeen she had simply idolized for the entire course of the Games!

Katniss didn't seem like the heroine she was before now. She was about to kill the soul person who believed in her through and through. She clenched her mother's hand, her fingernails digging deeper and deeper. She could see her mother wince, but she was too scared to let go.

Then her heroine once again defeated all odds, regaining her approval and idolization. Katniss had saved her grandfather, choosing to slaughter the evil witch of District 13 instead. At least that's what her grandfather had told her she was called.

The crowd roared with anger, running towards Katniss in frenzy. Her grandfather was laughing one of his scarier laughs. No, she thought to herself. She wasn't going to let the crowd slaughter both her heroine and her grandfather.

"NO!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "NO! DON'T DO IT!"

The last thing she felt was a peacekeeper's hand clamping down on her mouth.

Her eyes were red, and tears were still pouring from them. She couldn't bear to see her grandfather die before her. This was their entire fault! They were the ones that caused her grandfather to be captured!

"Tia, listen to me, dear," he said. "You stay close to your parents, okay? I'm sure even the rebels have got a heart. They'll get you a nice home, okay?"

She nodded, still crying.

"Time's up," the guard announced, pulling her away.

"No! Just one more minute! I love you!"

This is both the fangirl prompt and the Snow's death prompt.