ATTENTION ATTENTION TRIBUTES, THERE HAS BEEN A SLIGHT...RULE CHANGE...THE PREVIOUS REVISION ALLOWING FOR TWO VICTORS FROM THE SAME DISTRICT HAS BEEN...REVOKED...ONLY ONE VICTOR MAY BE CROWNED, GOOD LUCK.
AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR
"Go ahead," Peeta sighs in defeat. "One of us should go home. One of us has to die, they have to have their victor."
"No, they didn't," Katniss declares, jamming her last arrow into the ground and dropping her bow with a metallic clank.
"Why should they?" She goes on, pulling out a handful of nightlock berries from her jacket pocket.
"No!" Peeta gasps, covering her open hand with his, staring at her in disbelief.
"Trust me," she urges, squeezing his hand over hers. "Trust me. Trust me."
"Together?" he asks, staring into her eyes for the final time as she sepperates them into both their hands.
"Together," she agrees, locking his gaze.
"One…" he starts, touching her braid in fondness.
"Two.." she mutters, staring directly into the camera that shes positve is glued to them before sadly looking back to him
"Three."
They both raise their hands and force the berries into their mouths. Barely seconds after they've passed their lips, they begin to choke. Peeta falls to the ground, writhing in agony followed closely by Katniss. She stares into his eyes, watching as the light fades behind them, slowly closing her own as blood begins to run from her nose.
The Hob
Dozens of people filling the room stand in shocked silence, staring at the holographic projector in horror. No one says a word as the camera pans away from the two dead lovers, slowly fading to black. A young man in a brown hood, pulled low to cover his face, tosses back the jar of clear liquid he's drinking before setting it down quietly. He pulls out a small solid gold coin and drops it in the empty jar with a echoing clank. The old man behind the counter goes to pick up the jar, eyes still fixated on the holoscreen when he notices the rattling in the jar. He dumps the coin out into his hand, eyes growing large in their sockets as he searches around the room wildly, but the man in the hood is already gone.
Everdeen household
Mrs. Everdeen, Primrose Everdeen and Gale Hawthorne all sit at a rickety wooden table, staring in horrific silence at the now black projection in shock. Mrs. Everdeen holds her hands to her face, tears streaming down silently as Prim blinks rapidly. Gale stands up, looking from Prim to her mother in dread before walking out of the house and down the road, into the darkening night. Mrs. Everdeen stands up, beginning to sob uncontrollably and runs from the room, entering a bedroom and slamming the door behind her. With a thud, she collapses against it and falls to the floor. Prim stands up, her fluffy cat Buttercup following her as she walks out the front door of the house and collapses on the stairs. Tears begin to fill her eyes as she chokes and begins to weep uncontrollably.
The man in the hood walks along the fence line in the darkness, stepping through a low drooping wire. He stands up, adjusts his hood and walks off into the trees, disappearing into the darkness.