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Scores of parachutes rained down and the kids reached up for them, they knew what these were from numerous Hunger Games. But suddenly some of them went off, littering asorted body parts around. Nova was pushed aside as the medics were suddenly given a driect path for whatever kids had survived teh blast.

"Collin?" Nova suddenly pulled herself up and ran towards him, the boy with ashen blond hair and wide hazel eyes stared up at her form the kid he was tending to. "Collin!"

Then the rest of the bombs wnet off. Nova was thrown back by the blast and slammed to the ground as flames billowed up, she wasn't moving.

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(ope, mind as well post)
Tempest finally spots Chakti, but it's too late. He is making a beeline for the exit. "No!" She shouts out. She knew that Chakti was strong, but was he strong enough to fight the Peacekeepers? She races towards him, shoving past people who regard her with a glare. She lowers her speed when she nears him, she doesn't want her heavy footsteps to alert the Peacekeepers. "What do you think you are doing?" Tempest whispers

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Chakti's metal arm immediately shoots out, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her to the side. They earth erupts where she was standing just moments earlier, a bullet burying itself in the ground. He held up one of his fingers, telling her to wait, then jumped to the side, firing seven rounds off, each one resulting in an apparent hit. The only reason he could tell he hit were a few yelps or dying screams. Stepping back to the side once more, he looked Tempest in the eyes. Pulling her close, he hugged her, then said, "If I die, pull the book from my pocket, recite the verses on page fifteen. And if I don't die... What's your favorite dinner?" Her pulled away, smiling at her a little. He was teasing her, even at this moment in time. " If I get hurt, you think you could make it better for me? " His eyes were asking her something... "Is it too late for that kiss you offered me a few weeks ago?"

"Chakti, you don't need to do this" Tempest whispers, she holds onto his arms, as if this would somehow stop him from moving a muscle. "I'll go with you! If you must sacrafice yourself like this then I'll follow" she lowers her head down. "I...I can't live without you Chakti, don't do this"

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Chakti set down the firearm he was holding, reaching his biological arm up to set on her jawline, stroking her cheek. "People do crazy things when they're in love. When they have somebody to protect. To risk arm and leg and life and soul for. When they have somebody to come back to." He lifted her chin, a tear rolling down his face at the memory of his family, how he had wanted to die so much because he had nobody to love. His smile still remained though, and he leaned closer to Tempest, his eyes asking the same question again: "Will she let me kiss her?"

(Dang, well played xD)
The timing felt right. Well-... almost right, Tempest would prefer that their first kiss wouldn't be a potential goodbye kiss, but now was better than never. She closes the distance between them, tears falling down her face at the thought of losing Chakti. But she knew that nothing she said would shake Chakti's courage. She rests her forehead against his. "Be careful out there. I was serious about what I said earlier, I refuse to lose you... Even if that means running into a battlefield"

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"Hey.. This little train wreck is stronger than you think. If I get killed, I'll walk it off. If I get hurt." He hugged her close again, looking into her eyes. " I'll hurt 'em back." He planted a kiss on her forehead, tightened his grip on her for a moment, then realized her, bending down and picking up the firearm from the ground. He looked into her eyes again. "I love you, Tempest. And I swear to you-" He loaded another round into the chamber. "I will be back." He peeked around the corner, then rushed to another piece of large rubble, using it as cover.

Alright Terminator
Tempest resistes the urge to rush out there and help Chakti. She knows her strengths and weaknesses. She may have a strong power, but it was rendered useless against bullets. She wouldn't be helping Chaki by running out there. The reply she wants to say is lodged in her throat, smothered down by a sob that threatened to be released. I love you too, I always have. It just took some time for me to realize it. She knows that she should turn around and make sure the citizens were safe, but she doesn't. She stands where she is, dread holding her in place. Every cry makes her heart stop, what if it were Chakti?

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When the first of the bombs went off, Adelaide's warning shriek was quickly swallowed as she watched with undiluted horror the explosion ripping away the lives of at least twenty children. The heat of the inferno, light, and flame, struck her across the face like an angry hand.
Still moving, somehow, after the first blast, she … didn’t feel quite awake. Most of her senses felt muted, dulled, and a cloudy haze covered her vision. Her muscles were stiff and unresponsive, which said something about her mindset. Her breathing was labored, and her mind kept flashing back to that night in the woods when the arena mobs had nearly driven her to death. Every pore of her body filled to the brim with anger, with sorrow. Her soul screamed; akin to the shouts and roars coming from the parents.
The first child she approached had gotten his left arm torn off from the force of the blast; a charred stump was a limb should be. His eyes - damn her his eyes - were the color of China. Like the kind that Father used to bring back home.
Once when she was seven, about, she saw the Bloodbath being played out. Mother had argued that such a macabre spectacle was not to be watched by such a tiny girl, but being the curious child she was, she'd disobeyed and watched anyway. And she didn't even bother leaving until the bloodbath had ended. The death-screams, the tributes falling to one grisly weapon or another, the brutality was only half of her conditioning. But this was the first that she'd witnessed such cruelty so openly. The parents wailed and shrieked for their offspring. For help.
But there would be no help today.
Too stretched out, the medics. The children were in mortal peril; they were dying, if not already did. She found herself envying the dead. At this point. There is so much smoke that she could barely breathe.
The child in front was bleeding too heavily, and Adelaide was no healer. She did, however, pull off her shirt, bandaging the wound. He was still beautiful, maimed and bloody as he was. Out of her peripheral vision, she acknowledged that Nova was approaching the wreckage, calling for her kin. Brother perhaps.
Adelaide only got time to raise her head before the rest of the bombs went off. Agony exploded in her back as her ummoving body was violently tossed onto the pavement, staining the ground with a rapidly spreading pool of red.

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District 13
Some slilent order was making the capital Peacekeepers retreat, from the underground people were running about and trying to repair parts of the district. Gategaurd was heading back to his room when his eyes flickered to the screen in time to watch Nova run to what Gateguard guessed was her brother. Then she was blown to the side by the bombs that went off.

The Capital
As the final bombs went off the war came to the end, the injured were quickly rushed to the capital's hospital where everyone there was working their magic to heal them. many children thanks to the medics, both of the Capital and 13, were healing well.

Adelaide
Adelaide awoke to beeping, her left leg and right arm were in a cast, the throbbing from her back dulled by the sweet painkiller called morphling coursing through her veins.

Nova
Nova had been awake for a while. Over and over again she listened to the doctors say how lucky she was as they worked their magic on her. Draping her raw skin with new sheets of skin. Coaxing cells into thinking they're Nova's. Manipulating her body parts, streching and bending to ensure a perfect fit. Most of her face was spared, as were her eyes, her lungs were responding to treatment.

But despite the good news, Nova caught a glance of herself in a mirror. Her body was a bizzare patch work of skin. New baby-soft pink skin was mixed with the red, hot and melted patches of damaged but salvageable skin and pale patches of her former skin as well. Some of Nova's hair had been chopped off and some of it had been burned off.

It wasn't the dight that bothered her so much, but rather as to why she was now like this. Right before the pain started. And how she watched her little brother become a human torch.

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Chakti froze, hearing the gunshots stop. "What in the name of red hell..?" He peeked out from behind a massive piece of rubble, and spotted one running back the was they had all come. Chakti cursed silently, then braced his arm on the metal attachment replacing his other. Firing a shot, he nearly jumped up and whooped, spotting the Peacekeeper fall, blood starting to drip from his left leg. Glancing around quickly, Chakti began his teleportation, his chest imploding and expanding behind the capital soldier.