drunk ridiculous crossover femmeslash time
Continued from here.
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Trigger warning: graphic bodily violence
Of course not, thought Katniss as she stood in silence with the rest of district twelve. The sun was beating down from above and the crudely baked brick of the town square radiated heat around the listless crowd's feet. The shudder she'd been trying to suppress since the mention of coals on tongues finally came over her. It reminded her of the girl in the woods.
The Empress had been originally kind to district twelve - as there hadn't been much in the way of a rebellion there. The Earth benders had been relegated into a prison and everyone assumed dealt with harshly, but the rest of the population was tolerated because they were docile. She and her family were driven out of the small mining town by the Earth Kingdom landlords. Their small shop sold no more wares, as all of their sellers' goods started fetching better prices overseas to the Fire Nation. For a few months, unsure of what to do, her mother and father camped in the woods outside of the city.
Katniss remembered her mother always frowning, even before the accident. She never saw her sleep, as she was always would darn torn clothes from the others in the growing refugee camp for a few favors late into the night and before Katniss or Primrose woke up. Her father kept asking the coal mine supervisors for work, something more for them to survive on. With so many driven out of Yu Dao for the colonists, he couldn't find work for several weeks, while their meals became smaller and her mother's worrying grew worse. And when he found work, two weeks into it the mines collapsed, killing him and seventeen others.
But before his mining job came about, Katniss was gathering wood one afternoon for them to sell to those lucky enough to still have fireplaces, and for them to keep a small bit. With the Fire Nation having divested the town of the coal-rich mines, the townspeople had returned to wood for warmth in the night. The morning had seen too much coastal fog, so Katniss walked further than usual, over the first set of hills, deep into the woods, in search of drier wood that might fetch a more competitive price in town.
Her feet aching, she sat down a moment in the shade of one oak and pulled off one battered shoe to massage it. The pain had started to subside when she suddenly saw the flash of red fabric through the leaves of the oak, and the soft rushing noise of a Fire Nation war balloon. A girl, her hair darker than anyone's that Katniss had ever seen and her skin like the best clay as it dried into bricks, staggered through the thick grass between Katniss and the balloon. In an instant, the balloon shot down a net, trapped her, and agents repelled down to her. They laughed as the last one down the line pulled a coal out of his pocket.
"She can't plead her case with no tongue," he wisecracked as the others kept chuckling. One grabbed her jaw through the tangled netting and pulled her mouth open as she started to scream. Another, suddenly holding a clamp, Pulled out her tongue as her screams turned to desperate whines. The first Fire Nation soldier gingerly lowered the coal on to her tongue, then quickly lit it with his free hand. Katniss looked away as the girl squirmed and her whimpers turned into desperate shrieks, distorted by her forcibly contorted face. As quickly as they'd come, the Fire Nation soldiers were gone, the girl with them as now a voiceless defendant.
Katniss bent over, vomited, then slowly walked home, no firewood in her hands. Her mother quietly asked her if she was alright after she returned to their tent. Katniss gave her a brief look, then turned away and sat, staring at their dirt floor, unable to explain what she'd seen.
And now, the author of the edict that allowed that girl's tongue to be burned through asked for volunteers with a smile. She thought it funny that those that fought and died for her entertainment might aspire to that. Promised the right to work and live in the Fire Nation colonial villages, some had volunteered in the previous two years. The risk of a brutal and public death was worth the chance at life in a place where your tongue probably wouldn't be set alight for running from Firemen.
Still, no one in the crowd breathed, let alone moved an inch. The Fire Empress was unpredictable, she could volunteer some one herself probably. It wasn't worth the risk, especially without preparation. Their main resource - coal - was shipped away, so most of the citizens of district twelve had no food for a few days out, let alone the time or energy for a risky attempt to get out of the town. In the previous two years, both tributes from twelve were dead within minutes, as they were often half-starved refugees or homeless competing against poor and terrified but better-fed tributes from elsewhere.
"Fine then, we'll do a drawing, once again," the Empress announced, clearly annoyed. A Fire Nation servant girl silently rushed forward to her sovereign, holding a jug of papers before her.
Katniss stole a look over to where Prim was standing, in the midst of a group of other district girls of her age. She had hardly moved a muscle since being herded through security, and was now staring straight ahead into the empty middle of the square. As one of the youngest, she was near the front, but the first two thirds of the town center was bare. The people wanted as much room between the terrifying woman and themselves as possible.
"Ladies first," the annoyed monarch explained, as she reached into the jug. Her hand gracefully pulled out a single folded card, which she opened and read.
"Our volunteer is Primrose Everdeen," she flatly explained, as she read Prim's death sentence.
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Trigger warning: graphic bodily violence
Of course not, thought Katniss as she stood in silence with the rest of district twelve. The sun was beating down from above and the crudely baked brick of the town square radiated heat around the listless crowd's feet. The shudder she'd been trying to suppress since the mention of coals on tongues finally came over her. It reminded her of the girl in the woods.
The Empress had been originally kind to district twelve - as there hadn't been much in the way of a rebellion there. The Earth benders had been relegated into a prison and everyone assumed dealt with harshly, but the rest of the population was tolerated because they were docile. She and her family were driven out of the small mining town by the Earth Kingdom landlords. Their small shop sold no more wares, as all of their sellers' goods started fetching better prices overseas to the Fire Nation. For a few months, unsure of what to do, her mother and father camped in the woods outside of the city.
Katniss remembered her mother always frowning, even before the accident. She never saw her sleep, as she was always would darn torn clothes from the others in the growing refugee camp for a few favors late into the night and before Katniss or Primrose woke up. Her father kept asking the coal mine supervisors for work, something more for them to survive on. With so many driven out of Yu Dao for the colonists, he couldn't find work for several weeks, while their meals became smaller and her mother's worrying grew worse. And when he found work, two weeks into it the mines collapsed, killing him and seventeen others.
But before his mining job came about, Katniss was gathering wood one afternoon for them to sell to those lucky enough to still have fireplaces, and for them to keep a small bit. With the Fire Nation having divested the town of the coal-rich mines, the townspeople had returned to wood for warmth in the night. The morning had seen too much coastal fog, so Katniss walked further than usual, over the first set of hills, deep into the woods, in search of drier wood that might fetch a more competitive price in town.
Her feet aching, she sat down a moment in the shade of one oak and pulled off one battered shoe to massage it. The pain had started to subside when she suddenly saw the flash of red fabric through the leaves of the oak, and the soft rushing noise of a Fire Nation war balloon. A girl, her hair darker than anyone's that Katniss had ever seen and her skin like the best clay as it dried into bricks, staggered through the thick grass between Katniss and the balloon. In an instant, the balloon shot down a net, trapped her, and agents repelled down to her. They laughed as the last one down the line pulled a coal out of his pocket.
"She can't plead her case with no tongue," he wisecracked as the others kept chuckling. One grabbed her jaw through the tangled netting and pulled her mouth open as she started to scream. Another, suddenly holding a clamp, Pulled out her tongue as her screams turned to desperate whines. The first Fire Nation soldier gingerly lowered the coal on to her tongue, then quickly lit it with his free hand. Katniss looked away as the girl squirmed and her whimpers turned into desperate shrieks, distorted by her forcibly contorted face. As quickly as they'd come, the Fire Nation soldiers were gone, the girl with them as now a voiceless defendant.
Katniss bent over, vomited, then slowly walked home, no firewood in her hands. Her mother quietly asked her if she was alright after she returned to their tent. Katniss gave her a brief look, then turned away and sat, staring at their dirt floor, unable to explain what she'd seen.
And now, the author of the edict that allowed that girl's tongue to be burned through asked for volunteers with a smile. She thought it funny that those that fought and died for her entertainment might aspire to that. Promised the right to work and live in the Fire Nation colonial villages, some had volunteered in the previous two years. The risk of a brutal and public death was worth the chance at life in a place where your tongue probably wouldn't be set alight for running from Firemen.
Still, no one in the crowd breathed, let alone moved an inch. The Fire Empress was unpredictable, she could volunteer some one herself probably. It wasn't worth the risk, especially without preparation. Their main resource - coal - was shipped away, so most of the citizens of district twelve had no food for a few days out, let alone the time or energy for a risky attempt to get out of the town. In the previous two years, both tributes from twelve were dead within minutes, as they were often half-starved refugees or homeless competing against poor and terrified but better-fed tributes from elsewhere.
"Fine then, we'll do a drawing, once again," the Empress announced, clearly annoyed. A Fire Nation servant girl silently rushed forward to her sovereign, holding a jug of papers before her.
Katniss stole a look over to where Prim was standing, in the midst of a group of other district girls of her age. She had hardly moved a muscle since being herded through security, and was now staring straight ahead into the empty middle of the square. As one of the youngest, she was near the front, but the first two thirds of the town center was bare. The people wanted as much room between the terrifying woman and themselves as possible.
"Ladies first," the annoyed monarch explained, as she reached into the jug. Her hand gracefully pulled out a single folded card, which she opened and read.
"Our volunteer is Primrose Everdeen," she flatly explained, as she read Prim's death sentence.