The stars that danced around me were so beautiful. Their ever changing colors distracted me for a little bit from the burning piece of rubble on my body, crushing my legs.
I was brought back to reality when the rubble decided to shift and crush another part of my body. I tried to scream but the only thing that escaped was a pathetic gasp of air.
'Where is Alex? We were supposed to do this together.'
Alex is my soul mate, my one and only. Where was he? Was he already dead?
This went horribly wrong.
We were only here for a raid on the Capitol, the ones who forbade our love. When we got inside that's when they started.
First, they were distant booming ecohs. In a second they were under our feet blowing people apart left and right.
The bombs separated me and Alex. I screamed his name till my throat went raw and the ceiling started to fall around me. I tried to run but it was to late.
Now I lay here pinned under my death bringer. The irony of the situation is that I am being crushed and burned by the very building I wanted to tear down for me and Alex's love.
Just when I was about to give up hope of Alex finding me and acept my end, I heard the most beautiful sound. Alex calling my name. His voice was horse, but still distinct.
I cried out for him, but only a wisper ecaped my lips.
By the grace of some god he found me under that wretched piece of rubble. I prayed the he would hurry as the fire was getting hotter and I could barely breathe.
He kneeled beside me and I cried tears of joy.
"Are you hurt?", he asked me in his usual worrisome manner but this time there was something wrong in his voice.
I payed no heed to it and told him how I thought he was dead and wasn't going to come for me.
"You really think I would leave you here to die?" He sounded so hurt.
Before I got to tell how sorry I am he spoke up.
"You are entirely wrong. I am not going to leave you here to die", he leaned in close to whisper in my ear " I'm going to leave you here to rot."
I felt a sharp pain on my arm. It was Alex. He was carving the 'defective' symbol into me.
Betrayal burned me worse than the fire as I watched him rise and walk away into the lines of the enemy. They greeted him as a friend.
I tried to scream but nothing ecaped.
The sudden realization hit me, I could not speak because all the screaming had ripped my voice from me. The shook alowed me not to feel it.
I stared up at the front lines and spotted Alex with blood on his hands. Not all of it was mine.
How many of our own had he killed and marked?
The last thing I saw was Alex's smiling face. Then my world was consumed by pain and fiery orange.
