He stood there as she walked onto the stage, bow in hand, dressed again as the Mockingjay. For some reason, they wanted him on, o at least near, the stage. Something about symbolism. He couldn’t care less. Not about Coin, standing several yards away, offstage. o about Snow, even closer, coughing blood out his puffed lips as he grinned.
Oh no. He was thinking of her. A word that dealt with her. With him. With them both. He’d heard it during his therapy. Prim had been repeating it over and over, and it wasn’t until now that he had grasped onto it, held onto it, like it was sanity itself. ‘Yours’. Yours. His. Mine. My ally. My Lover. Victor. Target. Mutt. Fiancée. Enemy. Neighbor. Safeguard. Mine. Mine. Mine.
A commotion starts, gasps and screams are heard over his thoughts. Peacekeepers are storming towards the stage. The Mockingjay has shot the wrong president. He knew it. He knew she was a mutt all along. It only took them this long to figure it out. He knew her true intentions for shooting Coin; he had seen the look she’d dato Haymitch. He was psychologically unstable on some parts, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t see things. The peacekeepers are moving, and he’s moving, and his mind is working, thinking Mine,mine,mine. To have. To hold. To kiss. To protect. To kill. To hurt. To love. To talk to, whisper to, live with. To-
“Let me go!”
She was reaching for her Nightlock, searching for it, like it was sanity itself. He couldn’t let her do that. She’ll just have to go insane. There was nowhere else to go. She already was, in his mind. Insane. She bit him. His Mockingjay. His girl. His mutt to kill. His target to destroy. His beast to injure, his to maim, to torture, to hunt, to strangle-
“I can’t.”
Because you're mine.
Oh no. He was thinking of her. A word that dealt with her. With him. With them both. He’d heard it during his therapy. Prim had been repeating it over and over, and it wasn’t until now that he had grasped onto it, held onto it, like it was sanity itself. ‘Yours’. Yours. His. Mine. My ally. My Lover. Victor. Target. Mutt. Fiancée. Enemy. Neighbor. Safeguard. Mine. Mine. Mine.
A commotion starts, gasps and screams are heard over his thoughts. Peacekeepers are storming towards the stage. The Mockingjay has shot the wrong president. He knew it. He knew she was a mutt all along. It only took them this long to figure it out. He knew her true intentions for shooting Coin; he had seen the look she’d dato Haymitch. He was psychologically unstable on some parts, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t see things. The peacekeepers are moving, and he’s moving, and his mind is working, thinking Mine,mine,mine. To have. To hold. To kiss. To protect. To kill. To hurt. To love. To talk to, whisper to, live with. To-
“Let me go!”
She was reaching for her Nightlock, searching for it, like it was sanity itself. He couldn’t let her do that. She’ll just have to go insane. There was nowhere else to go. She already was, in his mind. Insane. She bit him. His Mockingjay. His girl. His mutt to kill. His target to destroy. His beast to injure, his to maim, to torture, to hunt, to strangle-
“I can’t.”
Because you're mine.
"I was frustrated. I threw a knife at the wall."
This is written completely da me so don't te dare steal it! If te do use it, remember to credit me, o else! This was inspired da THG & My friend Nadia (Nahh-Deee-Aaahh)
I bust the windows out your shop
'cause te never gave me my chops
i asked for them a week fa
but te never delivered them, no
I bust the windows out your shop
when i figured you'd never deliver
Those mutton chops in that mutton pie
so because of te im blind in the eye
I must admit te didn't do it
but i aint forgiving you, not a bit
'cause i went to the games
and i got punched in the face
te see, i was quite hungry
and te didnt give me
That pie when i told te i needed it
But now te can see what te have done
My eye has gone, forever it has gone
ow,ow,ow,ow
I bust the windows out your shop
'cause te never gave me my chops
i asked for them a week fa
but te never delivered them, no
I bust the windows out your shop
when i figured you'd never deliver
Those mutton chops in that mutton pie
so because of te im blind in the eye
I must admit te didn't do it
but i aint forgiving you, not a bit
'cause i went to the games
and i got punched in the face
te see, i was quite hungry
and te didnt give me
That pie when i told te i needed it
But now te can see what te have done
My eye has gone, forever it has gone
ow,ow,ow,ow
(Credit to xitsdanielle on tumblr)
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
te better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
te better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
te better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
te better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
