"Greetings to the final contestants of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. The earlier revision has been revoked. Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed," he says. "Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor."
There's a small burst of static and then nothing more. I stare at Peeta in disbelief as the truth sinks in. They never intended to let us both live. This has all been devised by the Gamemakers to guarantee the most dramatic showdown in history. And like a fool, I bought into it.
"If you think about it, it's not that surprising," he says softly. I watch as he painfully makes it to his feet. Then he's moving toward me, as if in slow motion.
Before I am even aware of my actions, my bow is loaded with the arrow pointed straight at his heart. I drop my weapons and take a step back, my face burning in what can only be shame.
"Peeta," I manage to choke out. "I'm so sorry."
He is in front of me now. I keep my eyes on his, trying to think of a way out. Then he says, "No, Katniss, I'm sorry." He sounds so sincere.
Peeta takes one more step. I feel something thrust between my lower ribs. Pain beyond belief. There is something flooding my lungs. I fall, hit the grass. The something bubbles into my throat. I choke on my sister's name. "Pr—"
Blurry yellow breaks into my bleary vision. I think he says, "I'll make sure she's taken care of."
Like he said he would never kill me.
Blood flows from my mouth and spills onto my jacket.
The lights are going out in the arena. Or are my eyes shutting? I can no longer tell.
Peeta was a better liar than I thought.
A/N
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