Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Catching Fire Script

Her scar burned so hot that it felt like it might tear her apart. The ground cracked beneath her feet as the fire spilled through the opening. Both voices pressed against her head—Vincent's desperate call and the stranger’s cold command. As the walls of the police station collapsed into fire—Camela took a step forward. The fire roared and engulfed her whole. And then everything fell silent as the chaos came to a halt.

My teacher ran towards me and tried to control my body as the seizure took hold. Aliyah held me down, but more vision was coming assaulting my senses. I looked up, and I saw people around me. Every one of them was consumed by fire. All my classmates and the school were burning up. The big dark shadows with dark wings were pulling down everyone to the fire. It was like a bonfire of people. Then, I saw him walking towards me. His blue eyes are full of anger. He is coming for me with the bloodied sword in his hand. I scream and run as far away from him.

My eyes snap open and my hands are on fire. Silver fire. The flames curl around my fingers like vines, weightless and bright. They flicker with light, not heat, and my heart stutters. Everyone is silent. Rhea stares, eyes wide with something between wonder and fear. "She’s doing it," she whispers. The flames ripple higher, sliding up my arms. They don’t hurt. They hum. Like they know me. I breathe. And that’s when it all goes wrong. The fire flares, too fast, too much. It jumps from my arms to the air around me. Moonstones crack. Wind whips across the courtyard. I hear someone shout. Rhea’s voice calling my name. The Elders moving. And then-

I can't hear what they are saying but all of the sudden Magnolia stand up and walks inside while Orion and Marcellus stands outside looking towards the door. Then it went quiet but just for a minute then the grass caught fire and I moved infront of them, knowing the fire couldn't hurt me. Marcellus and Orion looked surprised as the fire went around them and a scream was heard. Poppy were screaming her head off and I clutched my head as it felt like it would expload, I glanced behind to see Orion on his knees doing the same. Marcellus touched his shoulder in a strange comforting way. Then it stopped, the fire disappeared and the ground went still, the trees went back to their normal form once

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.

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

Drops it. But the fire’s spreading. And Creek laughs. “Oops.” He claps. The nursery roof collapses. “No!” Lyana screams. Pride starts crying. The sound hits the air. The vines erupt. Not black this time. Gold. From the ground. From the keep. From the Tree two miles out. They don’t grab wolves. They grab fire. They drink it. Smother it. The flames die. Instant. Pride stops crying. Silence. Every eye turns to Lyana. To Pride.

End of the flashback Again, I started creating a picture of the environment that surrounds me; it was beautiful, elegant, and magnificent – not until the fire started eating the surrounding beauty. The fire was set from nowhere, as I started hearing screams and shouts from the pack members. I started to cover my ears with my hand, but the screams got stronger than before. Instead of peace, I started feeling the pain of everyone around me. Then I saw him, my mate. He was dead. My girls and Keyla. In front of me stands Agatha, Chris, Aurore, and both my parents. They all started chanting in unison. Par la lune et par la Nuit, Que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed

she said. I shook my head. “No... I don’t—” “You forgot us.” “Who are you?” “You will burn with us." Then she reached out And my skin cracked. I screamed as pain tore through me. My hands caught fire. My feet sunk into snow and turned to embers. The world tilted and cracked, fire and frost colliding as something dark rose from the ground beneath me. It had no face. Only hunger. It opened its mouth, and my name poured out—

“Girls!” I hiss and fall back with staggering steps. I try to jump through the evading wall of fire but the flames act with a life of its own, obstructing my attempts and forcing me back. I glare at it and fall sick to see the flames closing in on my girls as they start to scream louder. “Girls!” Beep. Beep. Beep. Huh? My lids blink once, twice. I see my outstretched hand I threw out to the flames in my desperate attempt to save my girls a moment ago. Jarringly, there’s no vicious wall of fire and the world of darkness is nothing but a scenario from my imagination.