A/N: I don't know what this is. Please forgive me. I must be a little insane.
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Moment of Weakness
He would have laughed if someone told him it was love at first sight and then he would have snapped their neck for daring to suggest he could be so weak. He could concede that it was lust. Despite how dingy and ragged she looked in that frumpy blue dress with her hair pulled back.
When her sister, something Rose was called, he had smirked to himself. The little golden haired child was the walking dead in his eyes, the type of tribute who would become a casualty of the bloodbath in the first five minutes of the game.
But then she began screaming, pushing past the guards then standing there looking for all the world like she was going to set everything on fire. He had leaned toward the screen, ignoring Clove's laughter, to get a better look at her, Katniss Everdeen.
He wanted to hunt her. He knew she would be a challenge. Not one of the other tributes was like her. She had madness in her eyes, a hunger that all the dead eyed careers lacked. It was fire and she set something in him ablaze.
It was laughable that the preparation team chose to dress her in that gold and red flaming dress. It wasn't nearly hot enough for her. He saw her as a searing hot blue almost white flame, so intense. And he wanted her and he hated her.
He hated her for volunteering as a tribute. He hated that he would have to kill her. If she had only let her sister pay tribute. He would have met her on even ground. He could have cast the cold hearted killer aside for the first time in his life and shown her who he truly was inside, what he really wanted to be, what he didn't dare let himself dream about.
He would have humbled himself before her in away that he would for no one. He would have knelt at her feet and begged for forgiveness even if he hadn't taken her sister's life. He would have offered her his own in recompense.
The rage he felt toward her for denying him the chance to get to know her, to woo her, to possibly love her - was as white hot as his wanting. It was as if she had knowingly denied him something that rightfully belonged to him.
He was a very practical human. He understood that it was necessary to be ruthless, but something sprang to life in his heart the moment it was announced that for the first time ever, there would be two survivors. It didn't matter if they had to be from the same district. If they bent the rules once they would do it again. He knew in his heart she would make it to the end. He would do what he could to ensure it.
In the end, he found himself one of three, her lover, himself, and her. His rage overtook him and he attacked. This was his moment, what he had been training for. He couldn't hesitate. He couldn't be weak.
But in the end he was.