Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 49: Broken Remains

Drakob's P.O.V

As the hovercraft lowered, a dozen solders clambered out, swiftly landing on their feet. I'm about to follow when a hand stops me by pushing me back.

"Drakob, them solders are trained. It's dangerous out there." I don't need to turn around, I can tell its Peeta's voice talking to me.

"But Willows out there!" I can't see her because apparently she's hanging from the building.

I need to help save her!

A figure suddenly shoots past in the usual armour and quickly leaps off the hovercraft.

"Katniss!" Shouts Peeta running a few steps. He stops to look back at me, "don't go out there Drakob." He says jumping onto the roof after her.

Hypocrite!

Ignoring Peeta's words, I'm about to go out there myself and help when a bunch of solders pull me back, countless hands grabbing onto the armour I'm wearing.

"Your health makes you vulnerable enough already boy!" Hisses an unrecognisable voice in my ear. "Enough solders are out there, so just wait! This is already a suicide mission and we can't lose more people than we have already."

"God." Mutters another voice coldly. "Why is he here when his health is bad enough?! What use is he?"

I don't know why, but something boils inside on me. Anger. Why do they think they have the authority to say this crap to me. Without being able to control myself, I shove the clasping hands away from me and grab the neck of the person muttering about me. I push them onto the metal flooring, a booming sound erupting.

It's as if I someone had lit a fire inside me.

Despite still feeling stiff and in a slight amount of pain still from the surgery I had a while ago, I still do this. I can't control my actions, anger consuming my thoughts and impulse. I look at him with disgust.

"Don't you-"

More hands pull me back this time and I fall with them, too many to evade from this time. I fall in a heap on the ground and the arrogant man I tacked sat up and looked at me in disgust.

"He's crazy!" The man blurts, pointing his armoured finger directly at me. "He is out of his mind! I've done nothing and he tried to kill me!"

"No I didn't!" I protest in disgust. "Don't-"

"Drakob!" Booms Peeta's voice across the aircraft.

Everyone stops and looks over to where the voice came from at the aircraft entrance. There standing in the frame is Peeta removing his helmet, to reveal blood gushing down the left side of his face. A group of people start to swarm over to him and try to offer to heal the injury he'd got out there.

"I need more paramedics people!" Someone yells.

"No, it's fine. There's more important things to worry about." He then turns to me. "Drakob. What are you doing?! Now is not the time to start fights."

His tone sounds tired and even disgusted, whilst his eyes only reflect sadness. I feel so bad. Not just about disappointing him, but also for letting myself lose my temper at a time like this.