Hunger Games one shots from different POV, after Mockingjay, and what could have happened.
I OWN NO CHARACTERS OR THE STORY! THEY BELONG TO THE AMAZING SUZANNE COLLINS! I do sometimes take things straight from the book! All of that goes to Suzanne...
First I get a glimpse of the dark brown braid that has come out from her cloak. Then, even though there are screams and cry's coming from every which way, I hear her voice. I hear the same fear in her voice I did the day Effie Trinket called her sister's name at the reaping. Somewhere in my clouded, Tracker Jacker filled body, I feel a rush of panic the same way I did when I heard her volunteer. People are running past me and knocking into me because I'm just standing there. In the middle of the chaos. I'm frozen. I'm thrown back in time to the first reaping. It's as if it's happening again right before my eyes. The only thing keeping me in the present is the cries of pain instead of dead silence like there was on that terrible day.
"Prim! Prim!"
I hear her cry out. Then, as if on instinct, I start to run towards her. Towards the girl I've been though hell and back with. The girl that saved my life. The girl who sang the Valley Song in music class when we were five. The girl I threw two burnt bread loaves to when we were eleven. The girl that single-handedly fed her family. The girl that would die for her sister. The girl I would die for.
"Primrose!" I hear her cry out.
I run as fast as I can to try to get to her. To try to get her and her sister out of harms way. I'm almost there. Almost to the barricade holding in Capitol children. I catch sight of Prim tending to a wounded child.
I hear her call out her sister name one last time.
"PRIM!"
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Her head looks up, catching sight of her sister. Her lips are just forming Katniss's name when it happens.
