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KILL FOR YOUR LOVE.
act three.
(chapter eighty-four, please be strangers)
the presidential mansion, 75 ADD.
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THE THOUGHT OF CLOSURE seemed laughable.
("Oh, but we can't have that, can we?" Clampitt tried to sit up from her ball, but Juniper swore she could hear her bones cracking and popping. "No. You need your closure, don't you? You need Snow to die today and you need to see it—")
(Snow smiled. "Then yes... the war hasn't finished just yet.")
No-one can touch closure. They can't smell it. They can't hear it. People either have it or they don't. They either feel the sensation or they don't. And currently, as Juniper Hale simmered with rage as she sat with the other Victors' and Plutarch Heavensbee, she did not feel it. She scoffed at the idea. Closure.
Why couldn't Katniss do what was set out for her? Why did she have to lift the arrow? Why did it collide into Coin and not Snow? Why did Katniss Everdeen, The Mockingjay, rip Juniper Hale her chance of feeling closure? Why couldn't she just do things the way they were meant to be done?
("You kill that rat bastard, Katniss. You make him pay.")
(But suddenly, Johanna caught the girl's wrist in an iron grip, hissing, "You have to kill him, Katniss.")
Juniper could feel tremors rippling through her body as she fought the urge to jump out of her chair and smash every piece of furniture in sight. Why couldn't Katniss do what she was meant to do? Why couldn't she just kill Snow?
In. In. Out. Out.
In. In. Out. Out.
In. In. Out. Out.
"Well... thank you for all coming..." Plutarch sighed as he clasped his hands in-front of him, though it looked as if he was trying to hide a smile. "I understand this is a confusing time for all of us... especially you Victors'."
Juniper Hale scoffed.
"Katniss is in custody. There isn't a set date for her trial, but it will be processed in the coming weeks," the paunchy Gamemaker assured them, especially those who were simmering in rage. Why couldn't she do what she was told to do? "And since Coin is... dead, Panem is without a leader. An emergency election is being thrown together as we speak. Commander Paylor from Eight's hat has been thrown into the ring... and Snow is dead."
"But not by Katniss..." Juniper clenched her jaw.
"No. Obviously not," Plutarch said. "When the ruckus died down after the uproar, his body was found, still tethered to the post. Some say he choked to death, others say he was crushed by the crowd. But, honestly, who cares?"
"Us," Johanna commented, who sat between Annie and Peeta, arms crossed as she narrowed her eyes. "Obviously."
"You, perhaps, Johanna," Beetee piped up. "But I am, to tell the truth, happy that the war is finally over. And that both Coin and Snow are dead. I do not believe either one was fit to run Panem."
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kill for your love - the hunger games
Fanfic❝ i'll kill, i'll kill, i'll kill for a little drop of your good love ❞ ― labrinth pre hunger games - mockingjay. fem!oc x johanna mason. all rights go to suzanne collins except for the ocs, plots, and twists that i have added.
