But, You're Dead? [Clovniss]

Where Is My Saviour?

Katniss awakens to her mother knocking gently on her bedroom door, the woman's voice nearly too quiet to be heard through the heavy door. "Darling, did you get what I asked you to?"

"No, they were all out!" Katniss lies, thinking fast. If she goes back she can find out what happened, find out if Greasy Sae knows what saw or heard anything. "I'll go now, there's supposed to be a new shipment in today." She stretches like a cat, looking around the room for her leather jacket.

"Are you sure? Everyone's saying that there was some kind of shooting? Something about a young man being killed and explosions? You'd be better off staying home." Mrs Everdeen says, stepping back from the door as Katniss opens it with her jacket in hand.

"Mom, it's fine. I'm pretty sure someone was setting off fireworks to celebrate something stupid." Katniss replies readily, pulling her mother into a warm hug. "Nothing bad will happen."

"Well, if you insist." Mrs Everdeen concedes, returning the hug with slight surprise. "But if you're not back in one hour I will be going out after you." She shoos Katniss down the stairs and out the door, her smile fading to a worried grimace. Her daughter has survived so much, too much for a young girl.

A tall dark figure watches Katniss leave the house, enveloped in the darkness of the shadows. The figure is that of a man in jeans and a leather jacket, with a Glock 19 tucked into his waistband. He watches her walk, following silently at a distance. One hand never leaves the grip of his weapon.

He waits until Katniss has nearly reached the edge of the town before he reveals himself, deftly unclipping the holster and drawing his weapon in one fluid movement.

"Ms Everdeen," Katniss freezes as the barrel of the gun is pressed to the small of her back, automatically raising her hands. "I am going to be frank with you. I am here to kill you and no amount of begging will change that. Now, if you wish to die painlessly, I suggest you remain silent and do exactly as I say. Keep walking."

"Why?" She asks quietly, internally cursing at herself for ignoring Clove's warning. Whether she was a hallucination, ghost or real, Katniss shouldn't have been a moron and should have listened.

"Revenge, Ms Everdeen. You murdered my baby brother and sister that day in District 2. I had to listen to their screams as they were crushed by debris, and no one could save them. They were just children, forced to work in the Nut like so many of us."

"I never wanted to bomb that place. I was against it, but Coin didn't care." If she is going to die at the hands of this grieving man, then he deserves the truth. "I knew people were going to die, but no one listened."

"You were the Mockingjay, the face of the rebellion. If you wanted to you could have stopped them. You just didn't care." The man snarls, pressing his gun more firmly against her back. "Keep your apology, you don't mean it."

"My sister died too. I know what it feels like. The never ending pain."

"Oh shut it, down that alley, now." His finger tightens over the trigger, the thought of ending her right there running rampant through his broken mind.

"Hey! Let her go!"

Grey. Everything is grey.

Weapons lie abandoned on the ground, bullet casings scattered around them. Vehicles sit forgotten, doors left open. Corpses are everywhere, clothes stained with blood and ash. Unseeing eyes stare at nothing, a thin layer of ash having settled over them.

The warehouse has fully collapsed, the fires nearly completely extinguished. Only piles of rubble remain of the once looming building.

A sun rises over the destruction, a new day beginning.