The smell of gunpowder

A few minutes ago.

"Are you all sure that two Hovercraft will come right to this position?"

"Quiet, Caine. We have to have a little more trust in Jacob's orders, even if they sound absurd," said a man with a stern face.

"He's just a kid. Why do we trust him so much? Don't get me wrong, it's just a question I always ask myself since we all united in District 12."

"He has shown us more than being a symbol, Caine. You know very well that he personally brought us together, and that's why we dared to launch another attack against the Capitol."

"They treat us worse than animals. It was only a matter of time before we rose up." Said another man, ready to die for this new war.

Boom!

Just then, in the sky, two Hovercrafts that were moving at high speed abruptly stopped. This made the hearts of all the rebels hidden among the bushes filled with fear, as those ships could wipe out their group with a single attack, leaving them with no place to hide.

"They're deciding; they're descending!"

"Remember, there shouldn't be more than four people in the crafts, so be precise to avoid friendly casualties."

The rebels, concealed among the surrounding bushes, patiently waited for the right moment to strike. When the elderly Bellamy stepped forward, all the peacekeepers were taken by surprise due to their bewildering situation.

"Attack!"

Taking advantage of the element of surprise, they lunged at the five peacekeepers with ferocity and determination.

Arrows flew through the air, finding their targets with precision. The rebel archers left no room for error, aiming for vital points on the peacekeepers' bodies. Meanwhile, other rebels stealthily approached, wielding their Kusarigama, lethal weapons composed of a sickle and a chain with weights at the ends.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

But even with the surprise attack, the bullets from the peacekeepers' weapons began firing indiscriminately, without a precise target.

Still, the Kusarigama of some hidden rebels on both sides managed to disarm half of the peacekeepers, leading to an all-out melee. With skill and dexterity, the rebels managed to destabilize the peacekeepers. The chains of the Kusarigama tangled around the weapons of the remaining peacekeepers, hindering their accuracy and weakening their defense. Chaos engulfed the battlefield as the panicked peacekeepers started shooting randomly, unable to hit the rebels concealed in the undergrowth.

The lack of experience of the peacekeepers became evident in the face of the rebels' cunning and tactics. Despite their superiority in weaponry, they found themselves at a clear disadvantage. In less than two minutes, the five peacekeepers were subdued and arrested by the victorious rebels.

The battlefield fell silent, interrupted only by the rebels' heavy breathing and whispers of satisfaction. The audacity and the desire to kill those fighting for freedom had triumphed once again. The peacekeepers, symbols of oppression, now lay defeated at the hands of those who refused to surrender.

Amidst the chaos and confusion after disarming the peacekeepers, the rebels gathered in a tense circle, engaged in heated discussions about what to do with them. Some had determined looks on their faces, while others showed doubt and concern.

"We should take them as hostages," proposed Alex, one of the rebel leaders. "We could obtain valuable information that could help us in our fight."

"We can't take that risk." Replied Bellamy firmly. "If we let them live, they will be a constant threat to us. They can alert the Capitol and ruin everything we've built."

Tension hung in the air as the rebels looked at each other, seeking a unanimous decision. Some gripped their weapons tightly, while others nervously played with their fingers.

At that moment, several members of the group stepped forward, their expressions resolute and unwavering. They looked at the peacekeepers with contempt, their eyes reflecting the determination to end this threat once and for all.

"I've seen enough of them." Said a young man named Tomas, clenching his fists. "We can't allow them to keep breathing our air."

The peacekeepers, aware of their imminent fate, defiantly exchanged glances with their rebel captors.

"You've sealed your own death sentence," one of them sneered. "You won't get away with this. The Capitol will deal with all of you, trash from District 12."

The rebels remained silent for a moment, letting the words of the peacekeepers hang in the air. Then, without hesitation, they raised their weapons and aimed at the peacekeepers.

"It's time for you to pay for your crimes," Bellamy said, his gaze defiant.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A deafening burst shattered the silence as the shots rang out one after another, and the peacekeepers fell to the ground, their bodies motionless.

The rebels, despite the harshness of their actions, showed no joy or triumph. They had made a difficult but necessary decision to protect their movement and ensure their survival. Their hearts were filled with a mixture of determination and sadness for what they had to do.

As the smoke from the shots dissipated, the rebels regrouped, looking at each other, and began inspecting the weaponry in the Hovercrafts . With the uniforms and equipment confiscated from the peacekeepers, they planned to take all these weapons and launch their attack at night as planned.

The elimination of the peacekeepers was not an act of revenge but a necessary measure in this ruthless war. The rebels understood that they couldn't allow their enemies to recover and threaten their cause once again.

As they observed the bodies of the peacekeepers and reflected on the price of freedom, the rebels renewed their resolve. They knew the road ahead would be difficult, but they were willing to face any obstacle with courage and sacrifice.

Amidst the ashes and the eerie silence that followed the confrontation, the rebels rose as a united and determined force. The fewer than a hundred weapons were enough to momentarily seize control of District 12.

There was no joy in their hearts, only a mix of determination and hope as they continued their fight for freedom, knowing they had made the right, albeit painful, decision. In that moment, they pledged to honor those who had fallen and to tirelessly fight until they achieved the end victory.