My first Hunger Games Fanfic! Tell me how I did. If it's worthy of anything, let me know. I could post more chapters... If not, well, at least it was a nice little oneshot I might fix up and make a bit longer on a later date.

A canon fires.

That must mean I am the second to last one alive. It's been sixty years since the rebellion and the killing of President Snow. Another dictator came into power and started the Hunger Games once more. However this time, it wasn't every year but every month. The Capitol was too idiotic to realize that soon all the kids were going to be killed. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

Then there was a dramatic age gap from ages 11 and 19. It was horrible. Knowing your child would be picked sooner or later was heartbreaking and no one could do anything about it. Then they changed the age group. There was no limit of how old you were. You could be 89 and the Capitol did not care. My children and grand-children are all dead now. All except one. Well, until a few minutes ago that is. With that canon an image went above head with her beautiful smile I so adored. I couldn't kill myself this time with my love by my side. I can't force the capitol to make two people win this time. They don't care. They'd rather no winners than two.

Peeta died a couple months back in his own games. He died by an old family friend that shot him in the heart with a poisoned dart. I heard his last word, my name.

Oh, how death seemed so nice right now. It's beautiful seductive embrace. So tempting. So delicious. Even at my old age, I am running as fast as I can. Trying to escape the mutts behind me that looked so much like my little ones, Peeta, Rue, Gale, and Prim. How beautiful they look even with their foaming mouths, sharp teeth, and deafening growls. I see the force field straight ahead. I brace my face and run into it with an alarming speed, smashing my head against it and I am the darkness' plaything once more.

When I come to, I 'm pinned down by... Johanna? How could she, she died years ago!

The knife digging in my arm brings me back to this reality again.

I'm in the 75th Hunger Games again.

I forget about the betrayal I felt in this point in time. I could save so many people!

...Peeta...

"Don't save me, save him! Leave me. Help him, help him" I whisper desperately, hoping the bugs won't pick it up.

Johanna is shocked for a moment. Knife frozen in my arm. "Who, Katniss?" She whispered even lower.

"Peeta. Save him, please! Don't let them take him." I cry out brokenly, remembering his time being tortured, his fucked up reality and his overwhelming hatred for me.

She nodded once and ran towards Brutus' voice. I crawl to Beetee and grab the wire from in his hands. He was moaning lowly. I whisper in his ear, "Save him and tell him three things when he is ready. One, anything I say is not true and I do not believe a single thing. Two, I love him. Three:

'Sing of love and Death

And come to the tree

Death will sure not follow

Only Love will come to thee.'" He looked at me a little funny at what I said before I started to crack up a little bit. "Oh and don't forget one thing, stay underground when in 13, I hear fireworks are in this time of year." I grinned.

I wrap the wire around my arrow head and let it fly before Beetee could respond. The arena exploded in a brilliance of different colors. Then the lights went out again.

I wake up in a darkened, damp cell and sigh in relief. They saved him and left me. At least I could sleep again without that overwhelming guilty feeling once more.

I'm in a small cell, one that has a dirty, blood stained cot that is out of my reach. It had straps that looked like it held many people before me. I was shackled to the wall, both my arms and legs spread, making it difficult to breathe. Not that I had to raise my chest in order to breathe, but enough where it labored my breath.

The door opened and revealed more light then I could take and forced my face to shield it's self away from it and skew my eyes shut. When my eyes had adjusted I didn't even have to look in the direction of the door to know who opened it. The overpowering scent of roses and fresh blood gave him away, even if his voice didn't.

"Ah, little Katniss, what a beautiful fallen angel you make. Nothing like that Mockingjay bullshit you are trying to make yourself become." He cooed out to me. Disgusted, I pulled a face that made him laugh. Snow came so close to me that his scent made me dizzy and faint. He pulls my face in the direction of his and doesn't hide his lustful gaze at all. "Would like to be the Capitol's Fallen Angel instead of that nasty rebellion's Mockingjay?" He purrs making his sweet breath fan over my face forcing my insides to crawl. I gather the little saliva I had in my mouth and spat it all over that smug. I didn't have time to react before his stinging slap forced my face to stare at the floor and blood to pool in my mouth. It made me nauseated to taste the rust that Snow seemed to radiate all the time. How disgusting.

"You will learn, little Angel, you will learn fast." He half purred, half spat out at me. Walking swiftly, Snow slammed the door behind him the sound ringing through the tiny cell. The darkness of the cell welcomed me with a warm embrace. Then it sang to me, sang to me a lullaby. Nothing as calming as Rue's, of course..

The lullaby sound so inviting, so enticing, and so entirely deadly. It promised no comfort or any love. The nightmares that came after were just as deadly.

"Come away little light
Come away to the darkness
In the shade of the night we'll come looking for you"

Little rushed, I know. Just had to get it out before school ;)