#hijackedmemory

enjoy the originals omg

     He'd been holding his insides in for the final moments of the fight,     convinced the girl from District One would outlast him with ease,     despite the bleeding hole in her face where he'd jammed his knife     into her eye. It was a stroke of luck, in truth, that his legs gave up     at just the right moment, his body dodging of its own accord as     the Career grew impatient and hurled an axe in his direction. But     she, unlike him, had no knowledge of the forcefield over the edge     of the cliff he'd staggered to in his desperate attempt at finding     some form of safety -- the only weapon he could think of to use     once he'd dropped his knife as she landed a blow to his stomach     with that lethal axe -- and in a moment of arrogance the girl had     assumed her axe would hit its mark. It was at just the perfect     moment he'd begun to convulse on the ground. He'd watched     her with what little amusement he could muster, then; that smug,     indifferent, arrogant look on her face as she assumed she could     simply stand there and wait for the boy from Twelve to bleed out     on the floor. It'd been her fatal mistake -- being arrogant enough     to simply stand there and wait -- and when the axe he'd been     waiting for returned from the bottom of the cliff with the help of     his secret forcefield and buried itself in the girl's head, he could     manage only one short burst of hysterical, relieved laughter as     his vision began to fade to black. He'd passed out before he     could hear the cannon.

     She flinches as the weight clashes into the      shelf of spears --the long rods clattering to      the ground, some bent out of shape-- and      disappears behind her corner once more.

It may be a little Johanna Mason of me but most probably an Axe, it’s easy to carry, easy to clean, lightweight but deadly and it’s got a frigging good swing. Though If given the option of a second weapon to, then I would defiantly have a shot gun… so a shot gun in one hand the Axe in the other… lemme just say… I refuse to die xD 

            Her bones ached, her face stung,  she could bruises  all  over  her  body  but              Snow called them small sacrifices. Her eyes darted from face to face of each              person  that  was in the room, she knew no one. But after hearing mumbling              from the door way she noticed someone she knew — but it couldn’t be, could              it? That M O N S T ER was here; peeta mellark.