Our New Years Were Spent at the Hunger Games. So this is my first Fanfic and I wrote right after the first book was published, i just never got around to putting it on here. I read alot of fanfics and most say "I don't own..." I don't know what that's about, but I don't own the Hunger Games. This is my version if Katniss won instead of both of them winning. Enjoy!
'Strike Katniss, you can live without me. I know you can.'
I pulled my bow and arrow into my fingers, right in front of Peeta Malarks heart.
I couldn't do it, but I didn't withdrawal my arrow, I was still in strike position.
I stared into his deep blue eyes searching for something to tell me to stop, but I couldn't find anything.
His lips formed a smile of perfection. Happy. Was this supposed to happen? Was this his purpose, to fall in love and die, by his lover?
My fingers were frozen to the spot and in a quick dash his fingers came up unclasping my fingers from the back of the arrow.
I looked back up, the arrow had striked.
He fell to the moist earth, mud surrounding his face and body.
His hands go cold his electric eyes fading to darkness.
The cannon went off.
'Katniss winner of the Hunger Games.'
The world cheering so loudly that they had a new winner.
I didn't care. All feeling left me; I was finally and truly all alone.
Murderer, killer, those were the words that my brain repeated.