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"Loras! Stop right now, soldier! Loras! Persephone Loras, stop this instant!!!"
Throwing the metal door open with such strength, it slammed back into the wall, and I needed to put my hand out to stop it from slamming back into me.
Eyes narrowed down on one singular spot, one singular person.
Not even flinching as I felt the jabs into my arm, but slamming it down full force into the door frame, hearing glass rattle and liquid drip through the metal, try sedate me as fast as you should now.
Fury so dark Snow's crimes would be a walk in the park surged through me.
"You..."
Grabbed from behind by a soldier, maybe the one yelling at me or another, I didn't care; all that did was my goal.
Spinning into the hold on my shoulder, hand shooting up to fist his hair and yank his head downwards while driving my knee up into his face, and a second to be sure he'd leave me alone, shoving him to the ground as I turned around.
"Now now, let's be calm." Plutarch tried with his ever confident little shit eating smirk, getting in the way but this time it was me that reached out to grab someone.
"Out of my way fatso." Throwing him aside, watching him fall across many flashing buttons on the control panel.
Half leaping on and over the conference table, before I was slammed into it.
"YOU BITCH!! I COOPERATE WITH YOU AND YOU GO DO THIS!! WAS THAT ALL A RUSE HUUUUH?!! WAS IT TO DISTRACT ME WHILE YOU SHIP YOUR OH SO PRECIOUS JAY AWAY TO HER DEATH?!!" Yanking my hand free, clawing into the table, and I am sure it would have left marks if it were not metal under my fingers.
"I'LL MANGLE YOUR CORPSE!! NO SANE HUMAN WILL HAVE THE GUTS TO LOOK AT IT!! YOU ROTTEN WOMAN!!"
Kicking backwards, dislodging the fingers off my other ankle, instantly bringing it under my body, arching enough with the push to grab hold of the table's edge, and with one arm and leg pushing forwards enough to latch my hand out.
"Madame President!"
"Fucking restrain her already."
The yank back dragged her along, stitching her outfit, cracking under my grip, popping like the blood vessels in my neck.
Lacking mobility, I just slammed my head into her face despite someone trying to get me away from her.
"YOU ARE THE MONSTER!! I'LL END YOU!! I'LL FUCKING END YOU!!"
Too soon, a soldier came with a knife to cut the cloth to release her, and the partial dose of sedatives was numbing my senses.
Dragged off the table.
"YOU HEAR ME?!!"
Kicking, arms force behind my back, heh, they have it easy with my strength failing.
"YOU ARE DEAD!!"
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.The Trackjacker & The Mockingjay (Katniss Everdeen X F.OC).
FanfictionIn a Panem that followed a history different from what we know. In such a world, tributes are pulled from the same pool, and so in addition to being reaped, sometimes you just know you don't have a chance; two boys from District 2 would plow through...
