Mockingjay2.0 (Discontinued for now)

Chapter 1

Part 1- tha ash

Katniss

I stare down at my shoes and see a thin layer of ash land on the out weared leather. Here did the bed I shared with my sister Prim stand. Over there stood the kitchen table. It was only the pile of burnt bricks that showed me where the house standed. How would I else find in this grey ocean? There is almost nothing left of District 12. Now it's been a month sinse the Capitol's bombing destroyed the poor coal minners in the Seam and the stores in town- even the Justice building.

The only area that was spared was the victors village. Why, I don't know. Maybe for those who go here on a mission from the Capitol will have a good house to live in. Maybe for a group Peacekeepers, searching for returning people. But I wasn't alone of returning here.

And I'm only here on a short visit. The leaders of District 13 didn't want me to return. They said it was pointless since a dozen of invisible hover-crafts are circling above me to protect me. There's no information to get here. But I have to see. It was so inportant for me that I put it on my list of conditions to be a part in their plans. In the end did Plutarch Heavensbee give up. He was the head-gamemaker and the one who organized the rebels in the Capitol.

"Let her go." He said throwing his arms up. "It's better waisting a day than another hole month. Maybe a little tour to twelve is what she nedd to convince her that we are on the same side."

Same side. It comes a stab of pain from the side of my head and I press my hand against it. Exactly there did Johanna Mason hit me with the coil. What concidences have led to me standing in the ruins of my hometown? Memories whirl around when I try to sort whats real and whats not real. Aftereffects from the concussion Johanna gave me haven't given up and my thought easily tangle up in another, so it's not an easy task. And somtimes I hallucinate thanks to the medecine I get to the pain and depression.

I think. I am still not completly convinced it was a hallucination that night in the hospital when a carpet transformed into snakes. I use a tecnic like the doctors suggested. I start with the obviouss things I know is true and work up to the harder things. The list start to tick in my head...

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. I come from District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me. Peeta is captured. He is thought being dead. He is most likely dead. It's possibly the best if he is dead...

"Katniss, do you want me to come down?" My best friend Gale's voice reach me trough the headset the rebels forced me to wear. He is in a hover-craft where he is watching me carefully. The hover-craft can land quickly if something happens. I notice that I stand with my elbows on my thights and me head between my hands. It has to look like I'm on the edge of some kind of breakdown. I can't behave like that, not now when I finally have started get used to the medecines.

I stand straight and decline the offer. "No, I am okey." To make it clear about this I start walking from my old home and into town. Gale asked to be let down in twelve togheter with me but I directly I declined and said no to company. He understand that I don't want anybody with me today. Not even him. Some walks you have to take alone.

The summer was burning warm and warm as a desert. It has have almost not come any rain to spread the ash piles after the attack. When I walk by some ash fall here and there, but no wind spread it. I keep my eyes on what I remember was the road. When I just had landed in the meadow I was uncareful and hit a stone, but it was no stone, it was someones skull. It rolled around before it stopped with the face up.

I stod long not being able to stop stairing from the teeth and wondred who's it could be. I think my teeth would probably look the same in similar circumstances. It's an old habbit I keep to te road, but it was a bad choice, because it's full of strangers that tried to escape. Some got cremated, when other succeeded to escape the flames and died of the smoke. Now they all lay and stinck in diffrent stages of dicomposing. Food for scavengers, completly covered in flys. I killed you I think when I walk past a pile. And you. And you.