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I shuttered as I heard another loud crash from outside. Lydia clung tighter to me and buried her head in my chest. The rebellion was in full swing now. It was so dark in the basement of our house, the power was out and we huddled together wishing it would stop, why won't this madness stop?
The rebellion had started not too long ago, the districts were rebelling against Capitol and now they had invaded the city. It all centered around Katniss Everdeen, the mockingjay, after what she had done in the arena with the berries. Everything had changed.
Now millions of people from Capitol hide in panic, ran through the streets, or lay dead on the ground. President Snow lied to us; he said he had everything under control. Despite the fact that every time he tried to air something on TV the rebels blocked the signal and showed their own broadcast of what really was happening. I couldn't believe half the stuff I saw. Had Snow really let all that happen? Let all those people die? It's like he didn't care. What was happening?
Gun fire erupted from outside and screams followed. Lydia whimpered in my arms and I tried to tell her everything was going to be alright, but it's hard to say something you're not sure of. Warm tears streaked down my face that I couldn't hold back. I had to stay strong for the kids, for my parents, for myself.  But I couldn't, I just seemed to fall apart.
Was everyone okay? What happened to Athanasia? I'd give anything to see her perky pink face. What about Ajax? Neo? Where they dead? I wouldn't be able to handle it if they were. But I couldn't do anything at the moment. I was trapped in the basement, helpless, scarred and torn to pieces. When would this end? Please just make it end.
"We need to get out of here, I feel like we're sitting ducks," my Mother said with a shaky breath.
"It's dangerous out there Hester! What about the children?" I heard my Father's voice.
"What about the Presidents mansion? They said its safe there, it's probably our only chance," she protested.
"I heard Snow was letting people stay in his mansion," Cleo said, I couldn't see him but I could feel his arm and I pulled him close. I didn't think leaving the basement was a good idea. Could we even trust Snow anymore? After everything, wasn't he partly to blame?
I heard my Father sigh, "fine, your right it's probably our best chance and our only other option right now. Get your coats, let's go."
We felt around until I finally found the closet and we all grabbed a coat. I pulled on my new one, hand stitched by Mom. The same one she was working on the very day the Hunger Games ended, the day the rebellion started.
It was a royal blue, well fitted to my figure and hung a little above my knees. I pulled it on, buttoned it, and tied the belt. I quickly helped Lydia into her bright pink coat then took her hand and Cleo's in mine as we all ascended up the stairs.
Upstairs light filter in threw the windows, snow covered the ground and in the distance we could hear the battle raging. An eerie feeling washed over me. We made our way out the door, a gush of cold wind hit my face and stung like needles as it brushed my cheek. We kept walking until we got to the gates, where I froze from shock at what I saw.
It looked as if someone had tried to lock the gates, all my life and they had never been closed until now. The metal was bended and broken in some places, it barely hung on its hedges and a chain lay in the snow. It looked like someone had a hard time getting out. Blood was splattered and stood out against the white snow. I prayed it wasn't from someone I knew. But this wasn't what shocked me.
There, lying on the ground in the same spot he always sat when he wanted to take a nap, was Titan. I would have thought he was sleeping like he normally did at this time. Except there was a black cloak draped over him covered in blood, he wasn't breathing, wasn't moving. I run to him and knelt at his side.
"Titan…" I said barely loud enough for anyone to here. What happened to him? I gently lifted the cloak off of him and saw a huge gash in his side. I examined the cloak, it was Neo's. Was all that blood Titan's? Or was some his? Where was he?
"Is he…?" Cleo started but I didn't have to answer, he saw the wound and all the blood.
"Lets keep moving," Dad said and picked Lydia up in his arms and started walking, Mom and Cleo followed but I stayed put. I couldn't find the strength to move.  My muscles felt stiff, I wanted to just lie in the cold, wet snow and stay like that forever.
"Aradhana," my Mother called to me, but I didn't acknowledge her. My mind kept racing through every possibility, every worse scenario. They were dead weren't they? All of them, but why? They didn't deserve to die, not even close. But I was jumping to conclusions wasn't I?  Maybe they were safe somewhere, but how would I know? Would I ever hear Ajax laugh again? Listen to Athanasia complain about the stylist doing her colorful hair wrong? Joke with Neo? Would anything be the same again?
"Aradhana we need to go darling," Mom tried again.
"Aradhana please! Please!" Lydia cried, Dad had stopped walking.
"Aradhana?" I felt Mom wrap a comforting arm around me.
"They can't be dead can they? They just can't!" I said through thick tears.
"I'm sure their fine, but we must hurry darling. Before the rebels catch us," her voice sounded strained. I knew she was only saying that to make me feel a little bit better.
"Hana! Please! I don't want to leave you! Hana! Hana!" Lydia was practically screaming at the top of her lungs now. She struggled in Dads hold trying to break free. I finally snapped out of it, I need to remember to stay strong.
I got to my feet again, my knees felt weak. I pressed forward, past the gate, away from our home, away from everything. I wiped the tears from my face, straighten my shoulders, and pulled Lydia into my arms. "Don't worry; I'm not going any were. I promise," I whispered to her and held her tightly.
We continued making our slow way to the President's mansion. It wasn't easy; peacekeepers ran through the streets, rebels fired at will, bodies lay sprawled on the ground. We had to cover the kid's eyes from it; I didn't want them seeing this. We were fired at multiple times but fortunately for us, no one got hurt.
Finally, for what seemed like forever we made it to the City Circle, every inch was covered with people of Capitol with frighten looks. The peacekeepers patrolled the area and looked shaken themselves, the rebels could enter this part of the city any minute.
"Stay together," Dad said and directed us through the mob of people toward the President's mansion at the end of the square. I did a head sweep of the crowd looking for anyone I might recognize. I could spot Athanasia anywhere but I couldn't find her bright colored hair. My knee's felt like they may buckle under me again.
We squeezed through the crowd of panicked people until we reached the Mansion. There were walls, barriers, surrounding the building. A few peacekeepers stood near the entrance, it looked like they were ushering people in, no, just children inside the thick walls. I saw the frantic look on Moms face as she rushed over to them.
"Help us, please! We seek refuge."
"Yeah well so do all of these people," the peacekeeper gestured to the crowd then turned away from us.
"Please!" my Mother grabbed him by the sleeve, "we're desperate!"
He ripped his arm out of her grip, "and you don't think all these people aren't?" he snorted.
"But there must be something you can do?" Mom was pleaded.
The man did a look over of us, "fine, but just the kids," he said and moved aside to make room.
"Thank you," my Mother said with relief in her voice. She took Lydia out of my arms to hug and kiss her. "No! I don't want to leave you Mama!" Lydia cried.
"I know darling, but its better this way," Mom blinked back her tears then set her down and knelt in front of Cleo. She gently kissed his forehead and hugged him tightly whispering words of comfort. Then she turned to me.
"Watch them, make sure they stay safe. I love you darling."
"I will Mom," I manage to get out then we hugged. Dad hugged the younger kids good-bye, "you're the man of the family now Cleo, stay brave," he whispered to him. Cleo looked hurt, confused, like he didn't know why he was saying this but I did. I could tell by the worried look on his face that he wasn't sure how things would play out or even if they'd make it. Cleo just nodded and kissed his cheek.
The peacekeepers ushered us in. Then they started closing the barriers. I took one last look at my parents; this wouldn't be the last time I saw them though would it? Things would be alright, they just had to be. Then I realized I hadn't hugged Dad good-bye.
"Wait here," I told Lydia and Cleo then turned toward the peacekeepers, "Wait!" I yelled and they hesitated for a second. But that was enough for me to slip through the barriers and run into Dads arms.
"Be safe sweetheart," he said.
"Love you Dad," I choked out. I let go of him then turned back to the barriers just in time to watch them shut.
"No wait!" I cried. "You have to let me in!"
"Sorry the barriers are closed. You had your chance," he told me.
"But I only left for a second. Please! My little brother and sister are in there!"
"There's nothing I can do," he said then turned away from me like he could care less. No, I couldn't just leave them there by themselves I promised. I promised I wouldn't.
Mom saw the distressed look on my face and wrapped me in her arms, "we don't have to worry. Their safe, we need to worry about us now," she said calmly even though I could see the tears in her eyes.
We found an open space among the crowd but still close enough to the barriers so we could keep an eye on the kids through the walls. We all huddled in the snow, wet, cold and jumped every time we heard gun fire in the distance. It was definitely getting closer, only a matter of minutes before they entered the square.
I heard a loud humming and looked up to see a Capitol hovercraft soaring over the barrier walls. It stopped in mid air over the children, the hatch at the bottom opened and tiny parachutes flew out and floated to the ground. The hovercraft hummed away and the kids ran to the gifts. I spotted Cleo handing one to Lydia, her face lit up for a moment at the package.
I wished we had stayed at the house. Even if we were trapped and helpless in the dark basement at least we would all be alive and together. At least I would still have a family and my life wouldn't take an unexpected turn of events that I wouldn't ever be ready. Because in that moment everything went from bad to worse.
Just as the kids rushed for the parachutes they exploded. Flames burst out with a loud BOOM! It was strong enough to blast the barrier walls open. Screams grew louder and the rebels reached the square. The peacekeepers looked surprised, the refugees all gathered in the square ran for cover.
"NO!" my Mother screamed at the top of her lungs as we all watched in horror. I couldn't speak, my mouth betrayed me, tears ran freely from my eyes, and my body felt numb. They were dead. My little brother and sister both…dead. Just like that. And it was the Capitols fault, not the rebels. That was a Capitol aircraft that did that.
Rebel medics ran toward the helpless kids. Some of them cried out in agony, covered in terrible burns. But I couldn't see Lydia or Cleo, there were a few scattered remains burnt to a crisped. I couldn't bear to look or even think that those could be them.
I forced myself to my feet, my body ached but I ignored it and race towards the barriers. My Mother screamed for me to come back, I heard Dad call my name but I didn't listen. I glanced back to see if they were following but the crowd was too thick.
I heard gun fire as fights broke out between the rebels and peacekeepers. But I tried my best to ignore them and focus on getting to my siblings. I wasn't the only one running toward the Mansion, there was another girl holding a gun in her hands and wearing a tattered coat, she looked familiar. I hesistated for a second, but no it couldn't be her.
"Prim!" she yelled. One of the medics, a girl with long blond hair turned looking for the caller.
BOOM!
Another round of explosions broke out, flames engulfing everything within range. That was the end of the rebels medics and any chance I might have had in finding my Cleo or Lydia alive. The force of the explosions knocked me over. The other girl was closer to the barriers then I was and caught on the fire. Flames licked up her body and she flew back into the snow.
I got back on my shaky feet and ran as more rebels swarmed the bomb sight. More bodies lie in the snow and I realize I can't find my parents.
"MOM!" I yelled as loud as my voice would go, "DAD!" where'd they go? The crowd carried them away, maybe they found a safe place to hide. More gun fire, some in my direction. I ducked and tried to run for cover, but I tripped over my own foot and covered my head so I'm not trampled by the mob. I lifted my head and spotted a gun lying on the ground in front of me. I reached out and grabbed it then force myself back up. I hope I don't have to use this but I'm desperate right now.
I need to find shelter, I think to myself. I'm bruise, blooding, scared, and alone right now but I hold my head high and try to stay focus. Despite the fact that half my family is dead and I don't know the fate of the other half or my friends. I run as fast as my legs will carry me away from the fight taking place in the square.
I made a sharp left and almost fell to my death. In front of me is where the street used to be; now it's a massive hole. The ground shook under my feet and I watched in astonishment as two panels rise from the pit and recreate the street again. Must be one of the Capitol pods they set up , Neo told me rumors about them but I never believed him, until now.
I turned to find shops and a few houses lining the streets, I went to the first one and started jiggling the knob, locked. I tried the next one and the next but they all were locked as well. I was about to try knocking down the door or even shoot it open when I noticed the building next to me. The door knob looked like I had been blown completely off. I didn't hesitate; I ripped the door open and went inside.
I slammed the door shut behind me and let out a breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I leaned my forehead against the wood and sighed in relief, finally I was safe.
I heard whispering, the sound of a gun reloading and something else but I couldn't tell what it was. I felt something sharp press against my back and a harsh voice say, "drop the gun." I swirled around to find an arrow pointed at my heart.
There were two men standing in front of me, they weren't peacekeepers that was sure, they weren't from Capitol either, it was easy to tell. They must be rebels. I heard a groan, I looked behind them and saw two peacekeepers slumped on the ground, one was unconscious the other had an arrow threw him.
"st-stand back," I said trying to muster any courage I might have in me. "I-I'll shoot." I pointed my gun back at them, my hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"I doubt you even know how to work that thing," the one aiming the bow and arrow at me smirked. He didn't look that much older than me, maybe just a few years. He had tan skin, dark hair, and green eyes. His face was covered in scratches and a few bruises like he was in a fight recently. I looked at the other rebel. He looked a little older than the other, with dirty blonde hair and a stern look on his face.
He was right though I'd never handled one of these before but how complicated could it be? Just aim and pull the trigger. And that's just what I did.  I aimed right for his head and shot….but nothing happened. I tried pulling the trigger again but still nothing. I shook the gun furiously, pulling the trigger again and again and again but still nothing.
Crap.
I was out of ammo and trapped in a room with two armed rebels. Could this day get any worse? They just laughed at my failed attempts with working firearms so I did the next best thing you could do with a gun, I used it as a hammer. I charged the first rebel and smacked him right in the head with the back of my gun. I went for another but he ripped the gun from my hands and knocked me to the ground. He looked mad now. He took aim again with his bow and arrow, straight for my head.
"Please!" I begged and raised my arms in defense. "I'm sorry!"
"Why? Why shouldn't I just shot you right threw the head?" he asked and I started frantically thinking of a response.
The second rebels face softened, his eye bore into mine. "Gale, she's just a girl."
Gale hesitated but then raised his weapon again. "Please," I tried one more time, a few more tears seeping down my cheeks. He glanced back at his partner who gave him a questioning look in return. Then he sighed and lowered his weapon.
"I won't hurt you, but your coming with us," he said and grabbed my arm and pulled me to a standing position, "but make one wrong move and I won't hesitate," his harsh voice whispered in my ear. I just gulped loudly and nodded, not trusting my own voice right now.
They both escorted me out the building and down the streets, gun and arrow pointed at my back. More rebels crowded the streets and fewer Capitol citizens. And by the time we had gotten to the Presidents mansion it had been completely overthrown, the rebels won.

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I shuttered as I heard another loud crash from outside. Lydia clung tighter to me and buried her head in my chest. The rebellion was in full swing now. It was so dark in the basement of our house, the power was out and we huddled together wishing it would stop, why won't this madness stop?
The rebellion had started not too long ago, the districts were rebelling against Capitol and now they had invaded the city. It all centered around Katniss Everdeen, the mockingjay, after what she had done in the arena with the berries. Everything had changed.
Now millions of people from Capitol hide in panic, ran through the streets, or lay dead on the ground. President Snow lied to us; he said he had everything under control. Despite the fact that every time he tried to air something on TV the rebels blocked the signal and showed their own broadcast of what really was happening. I couldn't believe half the stuff I saw. Had Snow really let all that happen? Let all those people die? It's like he didn't care. What was happening?
Gun fire erupted from outside and screams followed. Lydia whimpered in my arms and I tried to tell her everything was going to be alright, but it's hard to say something you're not sure of. Warm tears streaked down my face that I couldn't hold back. I had to stay strong for the kids, for my parents, for myself.  But I couldn't, I just seemed to fall apart.
Was everyone okay? What happened to Athanasia? I'd give anything to see her perky pink face. What about Ajax? Neo? Where they dead? I wouldn't be able to handle it if they were. But I couldn't do anything at the moment. I was trapped in the basement, helpless, scarred and torn to pieces. When would this end? Please just make it end.
"We need to get out of here, I feel like we're sitting ducks," my Mother said with a shaky breath.
"It's dangerous out there Hester! What about the children?" I heard my Father's voice.
"What about the Presidents mansion? They said its safe there, it's probably our only chance," she protested.
"I heard Snow was letting people stay in his mansion," Cleo said, I couldn't see him but I could feel his arm and I pulled him close. I didn't think leaving the basement was a good idea. Could we even trust Snow anymore? After everything, wasn't he partly to blame?
I heard my Father sigh, "fine, your right it's probably our best chance and our only other option right now. Get your coats, let's go."
We felt around until I finally found the closet and we all grabbed a coat. I pulled on my new one, hand stitched by Mom. The same one she was working on the very day the Hunger Games ended, the day the rebellion started.
It was a royal blue, well fitted to my figure and hung a little above my knees. I pulled it on, buttoned it, and tied the belt. I quickly helped Lydia into her bright pink coat then took her hand and Cleo's in mine as we all ascended up the stairs.
Upstairs light filter in threw the windows, snow covered the ground and in the distance we could hear the battle raging. An eerie feeling washed over me. We made our way out the door, a gush of cold wind hit my face and stung like needles as it brushed my cheek. We kept walking until we got to the gates, where I froze from shock at what I saw.
It looked as if someone had tried to lock the gates, all my life and they had never been closed until now. The metal was bended and broken in some places, it barely hung on its hedges and a chain lay in the snow. It looked like someone had a hard time getting out. Blood was splattered and stood out against the white snow. I prayed it wasn't from someone I knew. But this wasn't what shocked me.
There, lying on the ground in the same spot he always sat when he wanted to take a nap, was Titan. I would have thought he was sleeping like he normally did at this time. Except there was a black cloak draped over him covered in blood, he wasn't breathing, wasn't moving. I run to him and knelt at his side.
"Titan…" I said barely loud enough for anyone to here. What happened to him? I gently lifted the cloak off of him and saw a huge gash in his side. I examined the cloak, it was Neo's. Was all that blood Titan's? Or was some his? Where was he?
"Is he…?" Cleo started but I didn't have to answer, he saw the wound and all the blood.
"Lets keep moving," Dad said and picked Lydia up in his arms and started walking, Mom and Cleo followed but I stayed put. I couldn't find the strength to move.  My muscles felt stiff, I wanted to just lie in the cold, wet snow and stay like that forever.
"Aradhana," my Mother called to me, but I didn't acknowledge her. My mind kept racing through every possibility, every worse scenario. They were dead weren't they? All of them, but why? They didn't deserve to die, not even close. But I was jumping to conclusions wasn't I?  Maybe they were safe somewhere, but how would I know? Would I ever hear Ajax laugh again? Listen to Athanasia complain about the stylist doing her colorful hair wrong? Joke with Neo? Would anything be the same again?
"Aradhana we need to go darling," Mom tried again.
"Aradhana please! Please!" Lydia cried, Dad had stopped walking.
"Aradhana?" I felt Mom wrap a comforting arm around me.
"They can't be dead can they? They just can't!" I said through thick tears.
"I'm sure their fine, but we must hurry darling. Before the rebels catch us," her voice sounded strained. I knew she was only saying that to make me feel a little bit better.
"Hana! Please! I don't want to leave you! Hana! Hana!" Lydia was practically screaming at the top of her lungs now. She struggled in Dads hold trying to break free. I finally snapped out of it, I need to remember to stay strong.
I got to my feet again, my knees felt weak. I pressed forward, past the gate, away from our home, away from everything. I wiped the tears from my face, straighten my shoulders, and pulled Lydia into my arms. "Don't worry; I'm not going any were. I promise," I whispered to her and held her tightly.
We continued making our slow way to the President's mansion. It wasn't easy; peacekeepers ran through the streets, rebels fired at will, bodies lay sprawled on the ground. We had to cover the kid's eyes from it; I didn't want them seeing this. We were fired at multiple times but fortunately for us, no one got hurt.
Finally, for what seemed like forever we made it to the City Circle, every inch was covered with people of Capitol with frighten looks. The peacekeepers patrolled the area and looked shaken themselves, the rebels could enter this part of the city any minute.
"Stay together," Dad said and directed us through the mob of people toward the President's mansion at the end of the square. I did a head sweep of the crowd looking for anyone I might recognize. I could spot Athanasia anywhere but I couldn't find her bright colored hair. My knee's felt like they may buckle under me again.
We squeezed through the crowd of panicked people until we reached the Mansion. There were walls, barriers, surrounding the building. A few peacekeepers stood near the entrance, it looked like they were ushering people in, no, just children inside the thick walls. I saw the frantic look on Moms face as she rushed over to them.
"Help us, please! We seek refuge."
"Yeah well so do all of these people," the peacekeeper gestured to the crowd then turned away from us.
"Please!" my Mother grabbed him by the sleeve, "we're desperate!"
He ripped his arm out of her grip, "and you don't think all these people aren't?" he snorted.
"But there must be something you can do?" Mom was pleaded.
The man did a look over of us, "fine, but just the kids," he said and moved aside to make room.
"Thank you," my Mother said with relief in her voice. She took Lydia out of my arms to hug and kiss her. "No! I don't want to leave you Mama!" Lydia cried.
"I know darling, but its better this way," Mom blinked back her tears then set her down and knelt in front of Cleo. She gently kissed his forehead and hugged him tightly whispering words of comfort. Then she turned to me.
"Watch them, make sure they stay safe. I love you darling."
"I will Mom," I manage to get out then we hugged. Dad hugged the younger kids good-bye, "you're the man of the family now Cleo, stay brave," he whispered to him. Cleo looked hurt, confused, like he didn't know why he was saying this but I did. I could tell by the worried look on his face that he wasn't sure how things would play out or even if they'd make it. Cleo just nodded and kissed his cheek.
The peacekeepers ushered us in. Then they started closing the barriers. I took one last look at my parents; this wouldn't be the last time I saw them though would it? Things would be alright, they just had to be. Then I realized I hadn't hugged Dad good-bye.
"Wait here," I told Lydia and Cleo then turned toward the peacekeepers, "Wait!" I yelled and they hesitated for a second. But that was enough for me to slip through the barriers and run into Dads arms.
"Be safe sweetheart," he said.
"Love you Dad," I choked out. I let go of him then turned back to the barriers just in time to watch them shut.
"No wait!" I cried. "You have to let me in!"
"Sorry the barriers are closed. You had your chance," he told me.
"But I only left for a second. Please! My little brother and sister are in there!"
"There's nothing I can do," he said then turned away from me like he could care less. No, I couldn't just leave them there by themselves I promised. I promised I wouldn't.
Mom saw the distressed look on my face and wrapped me in her arms, "we don't have to worry. Their safe, we need to worry about us now," she said calmly even though I could see the tears in her eyes.
We found an open space among the crowd but still close enough to the barriers so we could keep an eye on the kids through the walls. We all huddled in the snow, wet, cold and jumped every time we heard gun fire in the distance. It was definitely getting closer, only a matter of minutes before they entered the square.
I heard a loud humming and looked up to see a Capitol hovercraft soaring over the barrier walls. It stopped in mid air over the children, the hatch at the bottom opened and tiny parachutes flew out and floated to the ground. The hovercraft hummed away and the kids ran to the gifts. I spotted Cleo handing one to Lydia, her face lit up for a moment at the package.
I wished we had stayed at the house. Even if we were trapped and helpless in the dark basement at least we would all be alive and together. At least I would still have a family and my life wouldn't take an unexpected turn of events that I wouldn't ever be ready. Because in that moment everything went from bad to worse.
Just as the kids rushed for the parachutes they exploded. Flames burst out with a loud BOOM! It was strong enough to blast the barrier walls open. Screams grew louder and the rebels reached the square. The peacekeepers looked surprised, the refugees all gathered in the square ran for cover.
"NO!" my Mother screamed at the top of her lungs as we all watched in horror. I couldn't speak, my mouth betrayed me, tears ran freely from my eyes, and my body felt numb. They were dead. My little brother and sister both…dead. Just like that. And it was the Capitols fault, not the rebels. That was a Capitol aircraft that did that.
Rebel medics ran toward the helpless kids. Some of them cried out in agony, covered in terrible burns. But I couldn't see Lydia or Cleo, there were a few scattered remains burnt to a crisped. I couldn't bear to look or even think that those could be them.
I forced myself to my feet, my body ached but I ignored it and race towards the barriers. My Mother screamed for me to come back, I heard Dad call my name but I didn't listen. I glanced back to see if they were following but the crowd was too thick.
I heard gun fire as fights broke out between the rebels and peacekeepers. But I tried my best to ignore them and focus on getting to my siblings. I wasn't the only one running toward the Mansion, there was another girl holding a gun in her hands and wearing a tattered coat, she looked familiar. I hesistated for a second, but no it couldn't be her.
"Prim!" she yelled. One of the medics, a girl with long blond hair turned looking for the caller.
BOOM!
Another round of explosions broke out, flames engulfing everything within range. That was the end of the rebels medics and any chance I might have had in finding my Cleo or Lydia alive. The force of the explosions knocked me over. The other girl was closer to the barriers then I was and caught on the fire. Flames licked up her body and she flew back into the snow.
I got back on my shaky feet and ran as more rebels swarmed the bomb sight. More bodies lie in the snow and I realize I can't find my parents.
"MOM!" I yelled as loud as my voice would go, "DAD!" where'd they go? The crowd carried them away, maybe they found a safe place to hide. More gun fire, some in my direction. I ducked and tried to run for cover, but I tripped over my own foot and covered my head so I'm not trampled by the mob. I lifted my head and spotted a gun lying on the ground in front of me. I reached out and grabbed it then force myself back up. I hope I don't have to use this but I'm desperate right now.
I need to find shelter, I think to myself. I'm bruise, blooding, scared, and alone right now but I hold my head high and try to stay focus. Despite the fact that half my family is dead and I don't know the fate of the other half or my friends. I run as fast as my legs will carry me away from the fight taking place in the square.
I made a sharp left and almost fell to my death. In front of me is where the street used to be; now it's a massive hole. The ground shook under my feet and I watched in astonishment as two panels rise from the pit and recreate the street again. Must be one of the Capitol pods they set up , Neo told me rumors about them but I never believed him, until now.
I turned to find shops and a few houses lining the streets, I went to the first one and started jiggling the knob, locked. I tried the next one and the next but they all were locked as well. I was about to try knocking down the door or even shoot it open when I noticed the building next to me. The door knob looked like I had been blown completely off. I didn't hesitate; I ripped the door open and went inside.
I slammed the door shut behind me and let out a breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I leaned my forehead against the wood and sighed in relief, finally I was safe.
I heard whispering, the sound of a gun reloading and something else but I couldn't tell what it was. I felt something sharp press against my back and a harsh voice say, "drop the gun." I swirled around to find an arrow pointed at my heart.
There were two men standing in front of me, they weren't peacekeepers that was sure, they weren't from Capitol either, it was easy to tell. They must be rebels. I heard a groan, I looked behind them and saw two peacekeepers slumped on the ground, one was unconscious the other had an arrow threw him.
"st-stand back," I said trying to muster any courage I might have in me. "I-I'll shoot." I pointed my gun back at them, my hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"I doubt you even know how to work that thing," the one aiming the bow and arrow at me smirked. He didn't look that much older than me, maybe just a few years. He had tan skin, dark hair, and green eyes. His face was covered in scratches and a few bruises like he was in a fight recently. I looked at the other rebel. He looked a little older than the other, with dirty blonde hair and a stern look on his face.
He was right though I'd never handled one of these before but how complicated could it be? Just aim and pull the trigger. And that's just what I did.  I aimed right for his head and shot….but nothing happened. I tried pulling the trigger again but still nothing. I shook the gun furiously, pulling the trigger again and again and again but still nothing.
Crap.
I was out of ammo and trapped in a room with two armed rebels. Could this day get any worse? They just laughed at my failed attempts with working firearms so I did the next best thing you could do with a gun, I used it as a hammer. I charged the first rebel and smacked him right in the head with the back of my gun. I went for another but he ripped the gun from my hands and knocked me to the ground. He looked mad now. He took aim again with his bow and arrow, straight for my head.
"Please!" I begged and raised my arms in defense. "I'm sorry!"
"Why? Why shouldn't I just shot you right threw the head?" he asked and I started frantically thinking of a response.
The second rebels face softened, his eye bore into mine. "Gale, she's just a girl."
Gale hesitated but then raised his weapon again. "Please," I tried one more time, a few more tears seeping down my cheeks. He glanced back at his partner who gave him a questioning look in return. Then he sighed and lowered his weapon.
"I won't hurt you, but your coming with us," he said and grabbed my arm and pulled me to a standing position, "but make one wrong move and I won't hesitate," his harsh voice whispered in my ear. I just gulped loudly and nodded, not trusting my own voice right now.
They both escorted me out the building and down the streets, gun and arrow pointed at my back. More rebels crowded the streets and fewer Capitol citizens. And by the time we had gotten to the Presidents mansion it had been completely overthrown, the rebels won.