Haymitch Abernathy Alternate Ending

I had trouble sleeping that night. The peaceful, rhythmic breathing of my younger sister across the room could not calm me as I lay under the covers in the dark, listening for the heavy footsteps of an elderly man sneaking through the downstairs floor of my house. With one hand firmly choking Red Blankie, I reached with the other to turn the alarm clock on my bedstand toward me. The fluorescent red digits whispered 12:03 in the still, black room. Perhaps he will come soon.

Sleepless nights were Everette’s cup of tea since his parents murder. He obtained three jobs in the course of five years: murdering other people's list of victims, taking care of children in a hospital, and researching on finding who the people were responsible for his parents deaths. The last job, being the one he worked his hardest on. Sure, he worked hard killing for money and healing for children and their parents, but he wanted nothing more than to find and kill the ones who murdered his parents and vowed to find them before he lost his own life. The tall male would search far and wide within ranges, contacting people and connecting to find the murderers. Calling in South Carolina, someone tipped him off, giving him a little information that they did know. They didn’t give much, but it was enough for him to get a lead.

Preventing the inevitable is unachievable. As soon as the gunman pulls the trigger to execute me, this city, its people, Unanimity and all that exists here will be abolished. I can only hope that the society the Union and Son wished to be formed, is successful. With no dictatorship or segregation. I can only hope that as the gun meets my body, I will, for the first time in my life, know what it means to have a purpose, one that isn’t created for

Kat continued, “Thousands of good men died. My pa died. I was a little girl. You call leaving a child an orphan working things work out?” She squinted up at him.

“My only goal was to get both you and Skye out of the city and thanks to Crysta, I was able to fulfill that goal.” He glances briefly at me and blinks in gratitude before turning his granddaughter. He reaches out and touches Skye’s head, tears coming to his eyes. “The two people, I love most in this world, and you’re both safe and free. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

"Everything you sent me to school for, you're stripping me of it," I told my aunt. They were looking at the fire, and I stood behind them with the bag of food. "The humiliation I had to go through, going in that man's kitchen. The hours I had to wait while they ate and drank and socialized before they would even see me. Now going up to that jail. To watch them put their dirty hands on that food. To search my body each time as if I'm some kind of common criminal. Maybe today they'll want to look into my mouth, or my nostrils, or make me strip. Anything to humiliate me. All the things you wanted me to escape by going to school." (79)

It was 5 A.M. and my thoughts were everywhere. I kept tossing and turning, desperately trying to fall asleep, but knowing I couldn't. I finally slipped out of bed, carefully so that I wouldn't wake up Olivia, and proceeded to walk down the stairs. I sat down on the living room couch and exhaled deeply as I stared into the sunroof.

“Is that really the best argument that you have to offer?” she asked with a mocking smile.

I don’t know how long I have been faking sleep, but the slow creak of the door startles me still. I can hear the slow, lumbering footsteps, feel their vibrations on the floor. When they stop, I can sense him bending over me, his hot breath fanning over my neck. “Nice to see you again, Ms. Esther Miller.” His gravelly voice causes goosebumps of fear to shiver down

It replayed over and over in my head. The screams and shouts echoing. They grew louder and louder, shoving me into the back corner, behind the old red rain coat, never worn. The floor was cold as ice, the room was so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. My heart beat rapidly, louder and louder, as it beat out of my chest. What was I doing, why was I here? Let the noise stop, let them surrender.

She had more power than what he had believed was possible for any one person to have, but had started to behave herself the longer the two of them were together. To top it all off, she wanted nothing, but to please him and he was acting like a spoiled brat trying to stop her. He felt the car suddenly stop and was now looking at the front door of her house. As his vision started to worsen, he knew that he best lay down or he would end up falling on his face. Why he forcefully grabbed her hand, dragged her into her house, up the stairs, down the hall, into her sitting room, and finally ending his mad dash once they made it to her bedroom. He could only chalk this bit of insanity up to his wish to get to or near a bed before he passed out. He let go of her hand as soon as he saw the chair she had made for him sitting by the fireplace. He felt too weak to ask her how it got to her house from the ranch before they did, and let that question die before it made it to the tip of his tongue. By force of will alone, he made it to the chair just as his legs gave out on

“We were a happy family; all very close. I had a great childhood and I remember my parents were so in love.”

Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to fall. She laughed humorlessly. “Being back here sure brings back a lot of memories.” She pressed her fingers against her lips, thinking back on the day Rick met Amare. “Your father was such a troublemaker. But, at the same time he was very sweet. He was caring and he loved fiercely.”

Oh, minding his business Tybalt was but from a very early age Yuliya fell in the category of things he had to take care of. Little sisters cousins were to be treasured dearly, he had once said, and while Yuliya could object that she was no longer little and thus he could let the duty fall to someone else, someone of Yuliya’s choosing, she doubted he would hear any of this.

“Hello?” Denice called out. “Anyone?” He sighed. “I’m all alone.” He had burnt clothes and most of his face was scarred. “Not even an animal insight…” he whispered to himself. Denice started to wander around and looked for somewhere to stay for the night. It’s a hut! he thought to himself. Denice walked closer to the small building. He knocked on the door softly. “H-hello?” The door creaked