DISCLAIMER: I don't own any live chickens, any dead chickens, any geese, any pigs, any piglets, or any of The Hunger Games books or movies.

A/N: Hola fellow tributes! Boy have I got some stories for you! I have 8, yes 8, stories lined up to write just for The Hunger Games fandom! *Crowd screams and jumps up and down* Okay, okay, y'all can sit down now! I hope that gets you excited, I know I am! This story takes place in the timeline of "Catching Fire". It's sort of an AU, but more of a "what if?" story because it's replacing Gale's whipping with Peeta and Katniss. This was actually the First fanfiction story I ever wrote so I figured I should put it on here! (The reason I can't put the whole thing up right away is because I'm rewriting it.) I hope you like it! Now READ!

Katniss' POV:

Chapter One:

I walk through the snow covered woods of District 12 by myself on this unusual fall day pondering the things that took place on the victory tour last week and the event that will soon happen.

The event: Peeta's and my marriage.

I can't suppress the shiver that accompanies the thought. It's not that I'm repulsed by the concept, on the contrary I don't really think I'll mind it all that much. That's the thought that scares me. I can't deny that things have felt different between Peeta, Gale, and I. I've noticed a drift between Gale and I ever since I got back from the games but I just chalked that up to him trying to give me some space. But now that I really think about it, I realize I have been the one creating the distance.

With Peeta and I on the other hand…. things are changing between us as well. He seemed very far away from my reach (despite living right across from each other) after we returned home. I was well aware why that was though, it was because of what I said on the train. After he risked his life for me countless times, I broke his heart. I thought I lied to him in the games…. But now I'm not so sure.

I shake my head to rid my mind of these thoughts for the time being. I can think through the confusing emotions in the warmth of my house later. Right now…. I've got a turkey in my sights.

I plant my foot securely on a root of the tree I'm leaning against and pull my arrow to my chin.

I aim…

I take a breath…. and let it fly.

Right through the eye. Just like Peeta said.

Peeta.

I groan quietly. Must he continue to invade my thoughts?

I gather the fallen bird in my hand and replace the arrow in my quiver before heading to stash my weapons in the log.

As I walk, I think of who I will give the turkey to.

Peeta? No he has enough food. Both he and I do. Now that we are Victors we get paid more than we need. I don't even really need to hunt anymore, but I do it for the families who are still starving.

I stop in my tracks as I think of the perfect person to give it to: Hazel Hawthorn.

The reason why Gale was not out hunting with me today was because since he recently turned eighteen, he now has to work in the mines. The only day he gets off is Sunday. Ever since we were eleven we have taken care of each other's families, so it's only natural that I continue that tradition. I'm just glad Gale's not home today. He wouldn't take it. His pride can be such an issue.

I snort to myself. I'm one to talk about pride.

But then again the difference between Gale and I in that is that he doesn't take hand outs, he always pays you back.

I have taken a hand out.

That day in the rain when I was eleven years old.

I sigh heavily as I hide my things in the hollow long. Will I ever stop owing Peeta Mellark?

As I climb out from under the fence I begin to make my way to the Hawthorn's on the other side of the seam, making sure my prize is tucked safely away in my gamebag.

Once I walk into the main part of town I realize something is off.

In shock I take in the changes: New peacekeeper trucks, a whipping post and gallows, and around fifty new peacekeepers now fill the square.

I swallow with some difficulty and turn to make my way to Victor's Village to tell Haymitch about the new additions when a peacekeeper calls my name.

I freeze.

"Miss Everdeen!" He calls again as he jogs over. I slowly turn back around and plaster on my fake Victor's smile. "Yes?"

He stands about two feet away and nods curtly in greeting before gruffly introducing himself, "Miss Everdeen, I'm Head Peacekeeper Thread." I blink in surprise before dumbly asking, "What happened to Cray?" He snarls a bit before responding in a superior tone, "He was no longer needed in this district."

I try and hide my unease at his response and continue on like it doesn't matter, "Well it's nice to meet you." He just stands there for a few moments studying me and I suddenly feel like a bug under a microscope. "Um… Is there anything you need?" I mentally curse myself at my words. Words were always Peeta's forte.

"Miss Everdeen what's in the bag?" I about jump out of my skin at the question but try and quickly compose myself, "Just a few things I was picking up for my family from town." Unfortunately he sees right through my lie and without further interrogation rips the bag from my shoulder.

He opens the bag and smiles villainously as he reaches in and pulls out the fresh turkey. He promptly grabs my arm and begins to pull me to the middle of the square where people have gathered to survey the new changes. I only have one thought before he announces my sentence: I'm dead.

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! hahaha don't you just hate those? Well good news for you is that I have the second one already ready! SO first: let me know what you thought in the reviews…. and then second: Keep reading! :D Loads of love~V