"Manon Blake right? She's the one who went on a killing spree in her games."
⤷ The games broke her, so how the hell can she go back into the arena and fight for her life again during the quarter quell? How can she kill the friends who have helped he...
"I will gladly fight with every fiber of my being to tear down Snow and his empire. Even if it kills me."
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Reaping day comes faster than I can comprehend, and my time with my family was cut painfully short.
The day is cold and gray, much like the attitudes of the citizens of district five. They're furious, I can feel it radiating off them as I make my way to the town square.
I lead the group of district five's victors, with James behind me followed by Bex and Eli taking up the rear. Dozens of Peacekeepers surround us, marching us off to our sealed fates. The silence in five is deafening. I've never heard it so eerily quiet.
Finally, we make it to the square where the entirety of district five is gathered to watch as we get sent off to the hunger games for a second time. The faces of my people are mixed with sorrow, anger, and buried beneath their pain I see hope.
That hope cannot be crushed, no matter how hard Snow tries to eradicate it. Hope has taken root in the hearts of the people of Panem. And I intend to spark that hope into a wildfire of rebellion that the capital will never be able to stop.
So I walk with my spine straight as steel and my head held high. I will not let Snow break me, my spark will never go out.
I look into the eyes of my people as I pass them, my eyes eliciting a promise to fight. To fight for them, for a tomorrow where they don't have to suffer from the horrors that the capital inflicts on them.
We make our way to the stage where Cicilia Silvers waits for us, a saddened smile gracing her beautiful face. She's outfitted in a black sparkly dress that resembles one of my own lightning-covered dresses. Her statement is clear. I stand with you.
I wear a black dress of my own, and every minor movement I make causes a strike of lightning to light up the dress in a violent display of power. A symbol of my district, a symbol of silent rebellion. It was a gift from my incredible stylist Althea, who has never given up on me.
We line up on the stage, the girls to Cicilia's left and the boys on her right side.
"Welcome! Glorious citizens of district five!" Cicilia announces with false bravado, she's trying to sound chipper but instead, her voice comes out painfully bitter, "Today we celebrate the 75th Anniversary, and the third Quarter Quell of the Hunger Games."
The crowd of district five stays silent through Cicilia's speech, staying united as one. United behind me and my fellow victors.
I feel Bex reach over and grab my hand. I lace my fingers through hers and she squeezes my hand reassuringly. I look over at her face and she gives me an encouraging nod of her head. I smile at her, a real honest smile, nodding my head back.
