Regretful and willful

Chapter 1

"Come on Peeta, run!" Katniss yelled over the yells and roars of the mutts.

The blonde baker followed behind her as they ran as quickly as they could away from the terrifying beasts. The two ran as fast as they could through the forest, the moon was out and the sky was dark.

Until, through a gap in the tree's they spotted the cornucopia. They ran to the edge, Katniss was the first to jump up and attempt to make her way to the top.

She tried to pull Peeta up along with her, it took an immense amount of effort but she managed to bring him to safety. Or so they thought.

The two had but a moments rest when Peeta felt something large grab him, and then throw him across to the other side of the structure, hitting the metal with a thud.

"Katniss!" Peeta feebly yelled.

Peeta watched as Katniss was easily overpowered by the large brute from two. He was bleeding heavily, with deep scratches covering most of his body.

The baker finally got the strength to jump up, he ran over to try and save Katniss but unfortunately; Cato shoved Peeta back to the ground.

Katniss wriggled and kicked to try and free herself from the brutes grasp, but it was pointless. She could only see her death arriving in a matter of seconds. She had disappointed everyone back home, Prim, her mother, Gale and everyone else.

Cato roared as he pulled her up with his hand secured tightly around her neck.

Peeta jumped up and began to run over but, he regretfully watched the career throw Katniss off the edge of the cornucopia. It was too late.

Katniss was gone.

She was mutt food.

Peeta heard the girl's screams only for a second before the sound of feeding mutts covered up her shouts of terror as they sunk their teeth into her skin.

"Katniss!" Peeta projected as he ran to the edge with tears welling up in his eyes and rage building up.

But that was only for a second, he turned and faced Cato; who had his fists clenched and his face filled with anger. It drained the baker of his emotion and left him terrified.

Cato turned to Peeta, his face immediately softening with a woozy smile. "Peeta" The career muttered under his breath. He inspected Peeta and his emotion, not the response he wanted. Cato filled with rage once again.

"You have two choices. You belong to me or you belong to the mutts."

"W-what?" Peeta questioned.

"Be mine or mutt food" Cato stepped forward.

"What the hell" The baker thought. He wasn't sure how to reply, along with not fully understanding what the brute meant. He stood, stunned not sure what to say or do. But Peeta didn't have very long to think as he was pulled out of thought when he felt fingers wrap around his neck.

"I can go home, I can go back alone. Or you can go too, choose. Now" Cato said, with a stern face.

"But you've just killed her!" Peeta yelled as he tried to escape.

The career tightened his fist, taking the air away from Peeta's lungs.

The baker had to think fast, it was either die here or go home and face the consequences. "Ok!" He choked out. "I'll do it"

A small smile perched on the brute's lips as he pulled Peeta away from the edge and into the centre of the cornucopia.

"Mine!" He growled as he pulled Peeta close into a tight restriction. "All mine"

The cannon finally sounds and the dark sky above them cleared along with the mutts. Everything was silent. Not even the wind was blowing.

A loud roaring sound fills their ears and a shadow is cascaded on the ground.

"I would like to present the victors of the seventy fourth annual hunger games!" The pronouncer cheers.

"Wait, but there are two of us?" Peeta mumbled.

The next little while is a blur; all Peeta can recall are doctors and white rooms.

He slowly opened his eyes to find Haymitch, his mentor sitting on a chair next to his bed. But he seems off, like something's bugging him.

The drunk turned and faced the now awakened Peeta.

"Do you know what you've done Peeta?" He glared.

"I won" The baker sighed.

"Are you blind!? Do you realize how much danger you've put all of us in?" Haymitch slammed his fist against the arm of the chair.

"What about Cato?" Peeta questioned, he didn't want to talk about his mistakes right now.

"Do you really care about him right now? I think you know the capitol is on his side" The drunk groaned.

"What do you mean?" Peeta cocked his head.

"You have to act like you're in love with him. Say you don't care about Katniss anymore, say that you love that career from two" Haymitch says with his voice filled with pain. Katniss was like a daughter to him, so that must have hurt.