Just a short, new one-shot that got inspired at midnight. Saw the movie Friday and loved it. But I was kinda sad when I saw they cut out a lot of stuff from the books.

But anyway, this is based off my favorite character from The Hunger Games and hope you like it.

It was her pin that made me trust her. It may sound odd but it's true. Katniss stood out with her Mockingjay pin.

With the Careers, they want your skill and strength. Not your suggestions, inputs, or mind. But they can kill you just as fast as they can consider you an ally. Katniss was different. She didn't make me do all the work or try to kill me herself.

She treated me as a sister.

So as I laid there, wound gushing blood, head pounding painfully, and Katniss by my side, the Hunger Games appeared in a different view. It was still a harsh and cruel bloodbath for a violent-thriving crowd (mostly the Capitol). But not as heartless as parents, family, and tributes thought it to be. Especially me.

"Can you sing?" I heard myself ask. My voice was unfamiliar: weak and raspy. Katniss put my head in her lap, hair sprawling every way it could. I felt a rush of home- in my momma's arms as I was lulled to sleep by her lullaby.

Her voice was amazing. the lyrics holding power in meaning. I hope the crowd took notice on it as well. That they hang on to every single word and phrase sung. The song made me think even more about that moment- more about the Games. To president Snow, the Capitol, and anyone else who fed of this sick reality, it was an enertaining program to watch kids battle to the death. Be betrayed. Lied to. Outsmarted.

But to family, friends, terrifed tributes, it was a way to lose the one you love, to die before anything was accomplished. To say goodbye to life before it even started. With me laying right there with my ally, I realized this was the way I wanted to go.

I am not a piece of their games.

My sight turned white; I felt no pain. Pain was the only way to know I was (partly) alive. Katniss's voice was fading as I tried to cling on for a little longer- to be a fighter for my last mere seconds of life.

I begged her to win. She agreed without hesitation. I wish I could've been like that, been a leader. But maybe I was, in some ways. Or maybe just one. Tears formed from the both of us.

My sweet, pure siblings: little Ginger and Ronnie, baby Raymond. They will be scarred for life with these last memories of me. The oldest, Ray and Val- I hope they tell their childern of their little Auntie with pride.

Breath was nearly gone. Katniss sounded faint-distant and unreal. I felt light: shining and flawless. Feeling came back one by one. Innocent and pure. The lyrics were almost gone. A hand was reaching out to me. It connected to a muscular arm covered in bruises. Streching out toward me with warmth.

Daddy. He stood there with a smile.

"Daddy!" I shouted gleefully, hugging him tightly. He smiled brighter and pointed behind me. Katniss was sitting by my body. She closed my (empty) eyes and walked off, only to come back with pretty flowers in hand. She covered beautifully. I smiled and whispered a soft "Thank you" that I knew she couldn't hear.

Katniss Everdeen will win The 74th Hunger Games. For us. For Prim. For the Districts.

In return, I will be her Guardian Mockingjay.

Not as long as I wanted it to be, but there was at least two- three minutes before she died that we saw, so I tried to strech out between that time.