Warrior // -Katelyn Oneshot- (AU)

Katelyn loaded her last bullet into her revolver with trembling fingers and coughed blood, grateful for the wall behind her.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

She’d known there would be more defenses this deep into the Capitol. She just hadn’t expected them to be willing to kill their own soldiers to stop the rebel advance.

Most of her squad was dead. She’d ordered the survivors to leave her. Dead, like so many others. Who knew that peace would have required so much violence? Blood was seeping through the bandages on her legs, arm and stomach. Gut shot. Fatal, but not immediately so. She was holding the bomb between her knees as her legs were stretched out, a pool of blood beneath her.

Sampson Izar had entrusted her with it. Knew she’d get it to where it would do the most damage. Supposedly it would take out several city blocks. That’s why her rebel squad had carved a path through to game maker HQ. No more mutts. No more traps. No more arenas. Never again. She said a silent prayer of thanks for Sampson and the rest of the Izar clan.

What was left of them at any rate.

She touched a hand to the bottom the of the eye-patch covering her right eye and was surprised to feel tears.

She’d lost it six months ago in the same explosion that had killed—

No.

That was neither here nor there. She pushed the twinge in her heartstrings away.

So tired.

She’d stopped feeling the pain a minute ago and knew that meant she was on her way out. At long last she could rest. It was fitting that she was going to die for other people like this. She’d never learned to live for herself. That’s why things had never worked out. Why she had so many regrets when it came to love.

The pool of blood underneath her grew.

It couldn’t be stopped now. But that was alright. There were others that could carry on with the torch.

All she had to do was light this flame.

Too much heart, she thought dimly as she raised her pistol with shaking hands.

That was always her downfall.

There was a click as the gun misfired.

“No…” she murmured as she raised her hand, bringing the butt of the gun crashing down on the bomb. Nothing.

Again.

Again.

Katelyn chuckled darkly as the tears came, raising her hand again with the last of her energy.

“Come on, you son of a bitch.”

Sampson’s masterpiece ignited and bore her away on wings of fire.

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