Hey guys! So if you happen to stumble upon this little work, it's a result of thinking about the Hunger Games too much! This my first fanfiction I have actually published, so here goes! Reviews and criticism are welcome!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES! SUZANNE COLLINS DOES. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGMENT IS INTENDED.
KATNISS POV
The voice of Claudius Templesmith comes over the intercom announcing the rule change. My heart sinks to the floor like a hundred pound weight that my lungs couldn't hold. Peeta coils me into a hug. He's warm, but his heart is pounding.
"Kill me, Katniss, now!" he says, almost shouting. "One of us has to go home and it should be you."
An idea comes upon me. The berries, I think. I reach into the pocket of the jacket, my fingers searching for the little spheres. I throw off my jacket and rip the pocket open. I look through it, searching carefully. I tip the jacket seeing if the berries would roll out onto the green grass. Nothing falls out, not even a piece of lint. "Where are the berries?" I scream to the sky. Tears stream out of my eyes.
Peeta says "Just do it." He looks at me lovingly, despite the situation we are in.
I choke on the sobs that muffle the "I'm sorry," that I try to say to Peeta.
He kisses me on the cheek and steps backwards. He bows his head and closes his eyes, ready to willingly give me the spot of Victor. He loves me; I care for him but I just don't know the extent. I grasp the bow. I grab an arrow out of my quiver and cock it in the bow. I raise the bow and pull the string back so it grazes my cheek. I release. My eyes well up with tears. I turn away, too late. I still see Peeta's limp body crumple to the ground.
I sob while running to the woods; I can barely breathe. Claudius Templesmith booms across the arena, "Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce you to the Victor of the 74th annual Hunger Games, KATNISS EVERDEEN!" He roars my name the loudest.
I step back into the clearing where the Cornucopia is. I can't see Peeta's body anywhere. I hear the roar of the Hovercraft as the arm reaches down to take me out of this hell-hole. Still without Peeta, though.