"Why do they call her Jack the Ripper?"
Serabella Chambers, seventeen years old in the seventieth hunger games. When she volunteered for her little sister, Annabella Cresta. Running through the crowd to save her life desperately.
"Well she murdered...
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District Eleven was nothing short of a breeze. But it was challenging to do this one. Because I had killed both of their tributes. So, I did what I did best in this position, I asked for forgiveness. I expressed regret for killing both of the tribute but described that it was really kill or be killed. But still, nothing would take away the guiltiness from this. They comprehended it, but I didn't really have time because the Peacekeepers took me away.
They took me back into the Justice Building, where I cried in Finnick's arms. That was real. Of course, we had to fake the fact that we were so in love when Caesar Flickerman met me at the start of the train. I kissed Finnick right there and then. Finnick acted all astonished, but he knew I was gonna do that, we faked to be this in love couple who just could not be separated.
I got back onto the night train, sobbed in my compartment. Because sincerely, I wanted to die. Seeing those banners will the dead people who I had shoved my spear into. I wish I'd rammed my spear into my heart. So, I would just lie there for that night and sob until my throat hurt.
One fell swoop across the neck.
The cannon fires.
Hollie burst into tears. I held her closely to me.
Saron's head rolled off.
My friend was dead.
Saron had been dead for two minutes; his dead had been dispatched from his body. The look in his eye, even after all these years, still completely haunts me. that confounded, fossilised, petrified look that is still there to this day, his body probably rotting away somewhere horrible, but he was gone. My friend was gone.
"Is this what you want?!" I am yelling all of a sudden, Hollie looks up from the ground. her tears wiping. "Innocent children, who haven't done a single thing, to watch them die before your own eyes? FUCK YOU SNOW!"
I look directly into the camera, I know the whole audience is watching me right now, I can feel the camera lens staring back at me as much as I am staring back at it. it's perplexing eyes, it's interested look. I just sigh and kiss Saron's forehead.
"Serabella!" My voice cut off when I go to say something else. Hollie grabbed my arm; she and I are both standing. "Serabella no. They can't hurt you in the arena but think about your family. Annie, Lincoln, Markus, Vera"
"Your right. your right." I agree with her, my breath has increased by now.
But I do something else. I lean down to the body of Saron; I get three fingers out and place them to my lips before placing my fingers on his forehead.
A sign of rebellion. Just a tad.
"I let him die. This is my fault" I cried over his dead body, holding him like he was truly my own. Like he was my son. "Saron I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I let you die."
