Hey guys this is my first story please wish me luck I already love all of you for even bothering to see what this is.
I do notown any of Susan Collins make belief world I am simply a fan and a new writer.
Prologue
They all watched in amazement and horror, and she just stood there as realisation dawned on her. As what she had just done began to sink in.
They all watched, every single person in Panem watched as she fell to her knees and looked at her surroundings with horror and self-hatred clearly expressed in her features.
Her eyes scanned them all, each one she had grown to love in just the four days she had been able to speak with them.
She thought that if she knew them well enough this wouldn't happen, but it did. All of them dead. Corpses. Most of which were her doing.
How did this happen, how did she let this happen? This wasn't her plan. She was supposed to die, and he was supposed to live.
Maybe that's what set it off she watched him die, she watched as he jumped in front of her to protect her from the spear flying in her direction, and she couldn't save him.
Maybe that's what made her grab the bow from his hands and kill the boy.
Kill the boy who had just murdered her brother.
It was all a blur from that point. She wasn't really sure how she had gotten to the top of the horn. All she knew was that she had left a path of destruction in her wake.
What would her parents think, what would they say when they saw her again? Would they be disappointed with her, because she was alive and Jacob wasn't? Would they be proud of her, because she won these sick games? Would they even want to see her after what she did?
All of these questions she had swimming in her head that could only be answered if she left this place, but the thing was, she didn't want to leave. She didn't want to face everyone out there, in the real world. Her parents, Haymitch, Effie, Cinna, Portia…
All of them she had disappointed, disgraced.
But not in the eyes of the Capitol of course. To them she had just become a hero, a star. They would idolize her she thought, for the massacre she had just taken place in.
All of these thoughts though were momentarily forgotten when she heard the voice ring through the arena. She must have of not notice the trumpets in her train of thought, but now she heard it loud and clear as if he were right next to her saying it
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce the victor of the 95th annual Hunger Games, Katarina Mellark!"
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