Author's Note: Answers in all due time people, not just yet
Thanks to Abby7441 for the review
Chapter 87
Kill Switch
"Turn off the fire!" I scream into my link to Ziggy, but I'm not getting a reply, I don't even hear her as I race to the gate, the heat is already unbelievable. I see Peeta and Katniss smoking and face down in the lawn, feet from the blaze.
"ZIGGY TURN OFF THE FIRE!" I scream angrily. Panic and screams are being drowned out by my own screeching anger, why isn't it being turned off what the hell is going on?!
"ZIGGY!" I screech again and finally the fire dies and smoke starts to clear.
"Clear!" I hear but it's not Ziggy it's Beetee, "get 'em out!"
"Beetee!" I yell at him
"No time I'm calling medical now, get our men!" he orders thru my headset.
"Everyone who knows first aid or emergency medical treatment help the wounded!" I bark, I can't be numb now, not now when people need direction.
Vivian calls for another medical transport and in a few minute there are white uniforms of medical personnel carrying burn victims, rifle victims and people in shock to the hospital and aid stations. I see Peeta and Katniss, both severely burned being carted off. I am searching for Gale and I finally see him being lifted onto a stretcher and another nurse with blond hair in a plait down her back (is that Delly?) is helping Ken who is holding onto her as she guides him away.
I'm shaking, I know, and it's not from cold, and its not just shock. Adrenaline is racing thru my bloodstream. If this was my games and I felt the same way I would be throwing up. Something has to be done. I have to do something, but what can I do.
Is there something to be done?
Should something be done right now?
I realize I am barking orders almost on auto pilot. When the smoke clears and everyone has a job to do the front lawn is vacant. One of the men did the citizen arrest and have kept Snow under Vivian's guards. She offered her men and I accepted. Castiel's men have gone to direct people to aid stations or to help with getting people into safe houses. Until we can get everything into a state of balance until we can re-establish some sort of direction.
Chaos is an under statement.
I'm standing in the middle of the lawn, where there are still dead to be taken care of. Castiel says he will have men take care of that, I hand him the dog tags and identification cards I have in my possession so he can make sure next of kin get them. He says he's good with that, he always reassures that the family is fine, and that he will tell Arora I am okay.
But am I?
Am I okay?
The people I consider family are in hospital, who knows if they will make it, who knows if I will ever be okay again.
I have so much hate, so much anger, so much grief, I don't know what to do.
"Scream" I hear and there is Vivian standing her arms crossed, "it's either that or cry kid, and I think if you cry you won't stop, so scream."
I'm wound too tight to scream, it doesn't even register. My mind finally starts to work again the cogs come back into place and my Crane logic kicks into high gear.
I look at Vivian and she actually looks a bit taken back because the look I give her is so steely and calculated that I probably don't look like myself. A nineteen year old who has lost family thrice now.
"No" I say cooly the first word that wasn't me barking orders, "no, screaming won't solve this, answers will" I add. I take one last look at the devastation then at the mansion doors. "He secure there?"
"He's going nowhere unless I give the word, and Coin can't even direct my grunts" Vivian sounds almost cocky saying that, "don't worry you I told them have carte blanche when it comes to Snow"
"He comes later" I reply, "I have to check on my family, then I am checking on the game center, something is definitely fowl and I intend to find the answer."
"Need help?" she looks unsure if she should offer, I know Vivian enough to know she feel like a guide for me, the Yoda to my Skywalker to coin an old movie I saw a couple years back.
It gives me pause, two heads are better than one; it's what Gale tries to insist I do. Yes I think I have to learn to accept help.
"Yes" I tell her, "yes I think I do"
"Ok where do we start?" she asks.