Hunger Games Rue Dies Novels & Stories

His hands were wet with blood. The chair dropped. It hit the floor with a loud crack. Rian looked at his hands. Then at Carter. Then at me. “I think I’m going to be sick,” I whispered. My stomach turned violently. I pressed my hand to my mouth. Rian stepped toward me. I stepped back. “Drisana—” “Don’t.” “I didn’t mean—” “Just don't. You almost killed him.” I looked at Carter again. His chest was still moving. Barely.

She even saw a photo of her recently on a magazine cover; it seemed her modeling career was kicking off, and she wasn't wasting her time trying to get Keir's attention. "Apparently she died some days ago, but they have been keeping it low," June explained. She had overheard someone discussing it in the office; her sister worked as a cook in the Hydra's mansion, so she knew everything that went on in the house. They said they had just found Rue dead in her room this morning. "That doesn't make any sense," Octavia said. She watched Atlas stand up from the bed, signaling her to take her time while he went to the bathroom to get himself clean as he was stained with his own cum.

And besides his dad was her mother whose head is slightly tilted and with her eyes wide open, there was a stain of blood on her neck. And her sister, Rue whose eyes are closed, is resting her head on the glass table slightly tilted—facing the direction of Akira. Her pale hands are hanging on her side—almost touching the bloody grass but in her hands, she was holding a black and golden gun, her lanesra. Akira whose strength had drained crawled towards her dead family whose body was pale, cold, and dried of blood. Her delicate hands could not feel the texture of the grass anymore, it was immediately covered by the blood. Her family was in front of her but, there was one missing.

It’s more than clear that she’s dead, but he doesn’t want to accept it. He doesn’t speak a word with me, he doesn’t even acknowledge me. The minute the rogues are either killed or apprehended, he turns his attention on Ruelle, sees her bleeding out, and takes her away. I’m still dazed with shock. I can't believe what just happened had actually happened. I sit on the mossy ground wet with Ruelle’s blood, my eyes unfocused. Ruelle’s dead. She’s actually dead. She won’t be stealing my scent anymore; she won’t be kissing Theon anymore. She won’t be living as his mate anymore.

The world had narrowed to this single, unbearable truth: Rue was gone. And it was my fault. Haven’s POV I watched it all from a distance. Not close enough to be seen, but near enough to confirm what I already knew. The moment the rescue team uncovered the remains, I felt something inside me finally unclench. It was over. Rue was dead. There was no miracle that could save her from that many mutated wolves. No hero arriving at the last second. No bloodline strong enough to undo what had been done.

I took the glass cup and gulped down the drink at once. . . Rue POV My heart was pounding. Tears couldn't stop rolling done my cheek even before I saw the gun. That man is evil. I don't want to know what that man did to him but he don't deserve to die. My hand touched my chin where he grabbed. It was hurting but, now, it's over. If I had killed that man, I would have gotten that watch and leave from this place. At least, I can be able to take care of myself and my baby with the money. But there's no way I can take someone's life. No way. I'm not a monster. I'm still the kind hearted girl everyone pushed away.

“Saw him shoot her like she was game.” I stole a glance at Ryder. He was on the verge of shedding tears and his hands were clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. The way his jaw ticked and the fire in his eyes as Charles spoke of Isabella made me want to forget all he did. He suffered and was still suffering. “Where is Pascal right now?” “In his grave.” Elvira was baffled. “In his grave?” “Yeah. She put a bullet in between his eyes.” “Shut your mouth, you piece of shit!” Annalise shouted. “Be quiet.”

I rush to the pack hospital in a few minutes . The first person I find in the waiting room is Rue . She is seated uncomfortably while staring into space . Her whole body and eyes are not moving . Her legs are spiraled across the tiny plastic chair with her head suspended on the wall . Her nose twitches and her head snaps into my direction . She lowers her head partially and continues to look at the ceiling .I don't know what to tell her or what to say. "Rue -"my voice breaks "I Know ,"she answers in a low whisper . A stray tear falls down her left eye when she says this.

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

The buzzing roar of a bone saw echoed through the hallway. Kyle broke down right then and there. He glared at Marvin and the other interns with bloodshot eyes. "You killed my son!" The excitement on Marvin's face and the faces of the other three interns instantly vanished. They had finally realised they had just unleashed a disaster beyond anything they could imagine.