Okay, so I had this idea of using one Naruto OVA:
http :/ www. facebook. com/photo. php?v= 170737779635205
for a scene between Peeta, Katniss and Gale featuring Haymitch. HAHA. I thought it was a brilliant idea. So I might as well try.
Katniss held Peeta on her lap, crying. She held his hand and held it on her cheek.
"Peeta? PEETA!" She screamed.
His hand fell onto his side, lifeless. Realization struck her.
'No. No. NO. He's not dead. He can't be. He wouldn't leave me. Not like this.'
She tried to held them back, her tears. She felt a small build up in her eyes. Then they slowly came. Her tears trickled down her face, dripping down onto Peeta's. Gone. He's gone. She closed her eyes, sobbing quietly. Haymitch stood there with a grim look, his head held upto the heavens. The dark clouds made it more depressing. Peeta was like a son to him. Two years with him and he already found a sweet spot for the kid. A few raindrops fell onto them.
Peeta's body lay there on the ground, his left ankle severely injured, blood gushing out. An ugly purplish bruise, still fresh, on his torso made by none other than Gale himself.
*FLASHBACK*
They both stood there in the ruins of a mountain side. Staring each other down. Peeta clenched his fist.
"Why are you doing this to her? HUH? Stop it Gale. It's not worth it!" Peeta screamed.
Gale just stood there, starring at him.
"Try to stop me, and I'll kill you." He threatened.
Peeta looked at him and said "For Katniss, I will." and he charged forward, drawing his knife the same time as Gale ran towards him.
There was a clashing sound from their knives. Peeta and Gale glared at each other, their weapons on contact. True, Gale was stronger since he was older and hunted most of his life. Peeta was a son's baker, really, what would he expect from his opponent? But the experience of the Hunger Games and the training they underwent for the Quarter Quell made him stronger. Strong enough to fight off Gale, maybe.
Peeta pushed his knife onto Gale's. Gale lost his balance and Peeta saw this as an opportunity. He punched him on the chest, a hard blow that caused Gale to be thrown a few feet away from him. He landed on his back, his knife thrown across him. Peeta walked towards him, trying not to hurt him any further, but enough to let him see sense.
"Gale, come home. It's not worth-" His words were cut off when Gale kicked him a few feet away. He ran towards his knife, grabbed it and sprinted for Peeta. Gale raised his knife. Peeta tried to kick it off his hand but when the knife descended towards him, it slashed and left a severe gash and wound on his ankle. Blood trickled down on Peeta's leg and it seemed Gale couldn't care less if ever Peeta really did die.
I know it's hanging, but I'm tired. haha i just bleached my hair and im going to bed. going to continue this after holy week. byes :)