End Of The Hunger Games Catching Fire 소설 & 이야기

I crouched in front of him, gripping his hair and yanking his head back so he was forced to look me in the eyes. “You knew exactly what you were doing,” I murmured, my voice as cold as the steel pressing into his throat. “You just never thought you'd get caught.” I released him roughly, watching as he gasped for breath, his chest heaving in erratic sobs. But I was already done here. Aaron and the others got to work, dousing them in gasoline as their screams turned into panicked, incoherent shrieks. The first match was lit, and as the fire hungrily spread, consuming them whole, the air filled with the sickening sound of burning flesh.

“Then she can't either.” Her finger trembled on the trigger. “You are mine.” Her eyes were wild. “Only mine.” Louis slowly stood up. “Give me the gun.” His voice carried a quiet threat. Siana laughed weakly. “I love you so much.” Her eyes looked empty. “And you don't care at all. Her breathing became uneven. “Fine.” She smiled strangely. “Then I will take you with me.” Her finger started pulling the trigger. “I can't live without you.” Tears streamed down her face.

Heavy debris crushed both of her legs. Her once beautiful face had become pale. Her crimson eyes... held nothing. No hope. No fear. No anger. Only... Acceptance. She silently watched the burning ceiling above her. And said " I can finally meet you mother and brother Adrian". The fire spread closer. Higher. Closer still. The flames swallowed her completely. The screen went black. No one spoke. No one breathed. Luke's voice finally broke the silence. "...Father always said..." "...Aunt died giving birth."

I knew that this was enough to end the candle of my life. I couldn't protect the others, but I was able to protect Jackson and steer him away. I was able to take him away. I grabbed the fire that Fiona had directed towards me, and with the last supplies and all the love I felt from my family, Jackson, his family, and my pack, I was able to take Fiona with my burning claws and embrace her with my last efforts. Everything that was inside me made me hold on to her. "NO, let me go" Fiona yelled "We're going together," I said firmly and locked my burning arms around Fiona. It was not an ordinary fire, it was a fire element that was enchanted and intended to destroy, and it did. We were both burne

"We're the same... so I want to see your expressions as you die. Let's go to hell together, where we belong." This was it. The final move. I pulled the zippo from my pocket, flicked it open with one clean motion. I dropped it onto the soaked couch behind him, and within seconds, flames burst to life—angry, red, consuming. Eli's face was twisted in disbelief as the fire began to rise, catching fast. And I just stood there, watching it burn. No more running. No more waiting. Let it all end—right here. With both of us.

Door 6 Chloe and Hunter tore open the envelope. “I burn without hands; I consume without teeth; I dance and die with every breeze.” Hunter frowned. “Fire?” The door clicked open. Chloe rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. “Lucky guess.” They were led back, Chloe mumbled something about him being useless without her. Door 4

“You have no idea what I had to do to survive, Maya,” she said, her voice low and cold. “You have no idea what this world has turned me into.” I shook my head, my throat tightening. “Then tell me. Tell me what happened.” Chloe sighed, running a hand through her short, choppy hair. “After *The Burning*, I was trapped. The fires spread faster than anyone could’ve predicted, and I was caught in the middle of it. I tried to get to you, but… I couldn’t make it. I thought you were dead.”

Above us, the door trembled under fists not quite flesh. Below us, the detonator waited. “We wait,” Alex said. “We make them bleed.” “No,” I said. I stepped forward. Gun raised. Heart steady. “I end this.” I pressed the charge. The crypt roared to life around us. Fire climbing fast. Walls splitting wide. Screams tearing through steel. Not mine. Not yet. I turned to Alex. “Kiss me.” He did. Because even endings deserve something soft. Outside, the sky burned red.

Alex is there in a heartbeat, grabbing a stick, lighting it with a snap of his fingers, wielding it like a torch against the nearest attacker. Liam moves toward the Queen, but she’s already fighting, wreathing her fists in sickly green flame, blasting it into the face of the first man dumb enough to approach. He crumples, screaming, and the smell of burning hair churns Zayla’s stomach. Zayla and Bella end up back-to-back, as if by instinct, hands out, palms up. The first brute who tries to leap the log is incinerated mid-air, a ribbon of violet fire carving him in two. But there are so many more, and the flames alone won’t hold them.