Hunger Games Rue Dies Novels & Stories

“It’s my fault she died.” Her fault? Her fault? How could she stand here and try to claim that her mother's death was her fault? What happened to Darlene was unavoidable. She had a quickly spreading disease. “It’s my fault,” Rue repeats, fighting against me. “It’s my fault, so I should go and join her!” As she speaks, she attempts to fight the scalpel I still hold away from me. “Stop that!” I growl, throwing it to the side and pulling Rue against me.

Seeing the blood flow out of her own body she feels that sadness, anger and betrayal is leaving her, numbing more her 'dead' heart even those fleeting specks of happiness she felt under his protection. 'This is the only way for me to be free... So painful... Bear with it Raine, it won't be long befo...' Her vision starts to blur even though her eyes are open as if they're still appreciating the beauty of the city lights, though she took her last breath. Her blood, though mixed with water, still has its striking red color overflowing from the bathtub as her body sinks in ending her suffering.

Josephine yelled as she grapped Violet's hair. “Let go of me, you witch!” Violet yelled, struggling to free herself. In the scuffle, Josephine pushed her. Violet tumbled down the staircase, hitting her stomach as she landed on the floor. Josephine froze, shock registering as she saw Violet lying in a pool of blood, writhing in pain. Panicked and unsure what to do, she ran out the house, never looking back.

"She chose her own ending, Serena. After ten years of living in the shadows, she stepped into the light to protect the only person who still carried the Zea blood. That wasn't a tragedy. It was her final act of defiance." Serena looked down at the note Citra had left. Forgive me for ever hating you. The words felt like a physical weight lifted from her chest, yet they left a hollow ache in their wake. She had spent a decade mourning a sister she thought was dead, only to find her and lose her again in a single, chaotic morning. "Marcus," Serena called out. The head of security turned from the cockpit, his face smeared with soot but his eyes alert. "Yes, Madame?"

Startled, Rue immediately retracted her hand from the trolley. After seeing Rachel being wheeled into the delivery room, Rue slowly regained her composure. 'Let it be a stillbirth! Or at least an obstructed labor!' Rue maintained a worried expression, but in her mind, she cursed Rachel over and over again. 'If Rachel's delivery is successful, I'll find someone to kill it in its sleep! I can't risk her having a chance of becoming Mrs. Bluemel!' Having made up her mind, Rue sat waiting in front of the delivery room.

But Rue, Rue deserved better than the weight of that truth dropping on her like a guillotine. My phone buzzed sharply against the glass and I grabbed it, barely looking, until I saw the message. There is no name and no number, just one line: SHE DOES NOT DIE YET. I STILL NEED HER. My blood iced over. My spine stiffened. The screen flashed again in my hand as I looked up, straight at the monitor showing Rue. She sat on the bed, unaware. My grip tightened around the phone until the plastic casing cracked in my palm.

Mom just refused to believe it. In the past, every time she found an excuse to beat me—saying I bullied Cindy or ruined her things—she struck with full force. I didn't die from those beatings. When I jumped into the river, I was only one step away from death. Still, someone saved me. Once again, I didn't die. Like a cat with nine lives, I stubbornly survived no matter how she tormented me. But this time, she had stood by and did nothing when I was dying. How could she not know that was my body? I was already dead, and that was the unchangeable truth.

“You played your part well. The ‘sick’ sister who could not attend the Ball. The doting sibling who came to comfort her sister. But the herbs you used were not for an illness. They were to ensure Lena was the only choice presented to me. You sent her here to die.” Rue didn't cry. She didn't plead. She looked up at me, shooting me a vile look. “She was nothing,” She spat, her voice cold. “A plain, useless girl who would have spent her life hidden forever. I was the one meant for greatness. I was the one promised a crown.” I felt a surge of fury, but I kept my face like stone. “Promised by whom, Rue? By Nix? Or by my uncle, who stands so silently beside you?”

People scream, Volkov curses somewhere within the smoke and when it lifts, the room is empty except our group, and the Queen who is dead. Rue slowly makes her way to her mother, closing her eyes, praying over her. A tear slides down her cheek. Then another one. All of us silently pray for the soul of the mad Queen, and all of us comfort our friend as best as we can. Oloron also helps Elias heal from the wounds he endured, while Elias has his good arm wrapped around Rue’s shoulder. “We need to find Vecura now. She is Queen, and we need to put her on the throne.” Rue says, her voice hoarse and quiet.

Audrey hissed in pain as the knife sharply cut through her soft skin. Logan held out his left hand with a freshly open cut and Audrey placed her own freshly cut hand in his, both cuts meeting causing their blood to infuse before they drank from the golden cup. Audrey had never tasted something so bitter in her life, she coughed feeling the liquid burnt her throat causing heat to rush through every part of her body and she felt a single flash of headache strike her before it immediately disappeared. “Alpha, Mark you Luna” . . . To be Continued……………