(Howdy folks. As you may have noticed, I'm rebooting the story. I'm just trying to make it better for the readers. I would like to dedicate this version to CloudieDaze, my loyal follower.)
"On the count of three?"
Peeta leaned down and kissed Katniss on the cheek. "The count of three," he said.
They stood, their backs pressed tight together, their empty hands locked tight.
"Hold them out. I want everyone to see," he said.
They spread out their fingers, and the dark berries glisten in the sun. Katniss gave Peeta's hand one last squeeze as a signal, and as good-bye, and they began counting.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
They lifted their hands to their mouths, taking one last look at the world. The berries entered their mouths.
Then the horns began to blare. The frantic voice of Claudius Templesmith shouted above them. "Stop! Stop!" he said. Then quite nervously, "Um, ladies and gentleman, I am pleased announce that the rule is reinstated! "I welcome the victo-"
But it was too late. Katniss clenched Peeta's shoulders. He eased her down; a stream of blood was visible flowing down their shirts. They both smiled at each other for the last time. Then they closed their eyes.
Like that. Within mere seconds, two people have died and an entire nation has been consumed by chaos.
Katniss and Peeta were dead, leaving no champion to the 74th Hunger Games.