Nightlock.

A/N – Hey, this is just a one shot about Foxface because I really don't think that she was stupid enough to eat those berries. I think she knew exactly what she was doing. Please review, thanks.

There they were, the berries. They don't have a scientific name that I know of but people generally call them nightlock.

Poison lurks in the sweet juice that lies within them. The moment they touch your lips you are dead. That's it. No second chance.

So why do they tempt me? That was a stupid question; I already know the answer...

A way out.

The only way out that I can think of at least. In the games you either win by losing your life or lose by living the way the Capitol thinks that a victor should live.

Lets face it, I can't win these games – correction – I won't win these games.

I could easily outwit the remaining tributes, I have already proved that, but I couldn't win by strength. If it came down to hand to hand combat, I don't stand a chance. I use my brains to conquer what I can. I could win, but I won't let myself.

I will not let myself become loved for killing people. I want to be remembered for my inteligence, my kindness, my courage to make the right decision at times like this.

If this is what it takes to be remembered like that then this is what I have to do.

Just pick up the berries. Strange, isn't it? How something as small and unimportant as a berry can cause such irreparable destruction.

I guess I always knew that it was something like this that would bring me to an end. I just never thought that I would choose to bring my time in Panem to an end.

The end of my life. It seems such an odd thing to be terminating when I am so close to survival.

I am but a little red robin trapped in the Capitols cage. My mother always told me that if you put a robin in a cage then it will forget it's song and lose it's fire until you are left with nothing but a cage and a pile of ash.

I shall not forget my song, I shall not lose my fire, I shall go down my own way, not the Capitols way.

But what is left of a person when that person is gone? I hope that somebody will remember me. Whether it is my family remembering the kind, caring version of me, the Capitol remembering a scrawny red-headed girl that was too weak to kill anybody, or even that blond boy that I stole the berries from.

I didn't have a chance against them anyway, the two from District 12 have all the sponsors wrapped around their little fingers. They are the team of star crossed lovers and the odds are in their favours. They always were.

Then there is Cato, he would eat me alive. Torture me or worse. Make my death slow and painful. I deserve to die with dignity.

Shakily, I pick up a bit of nightlock. The smooth purple shell is cool against my skin as I roll it between my fingers. I pray that my family understands my choice. But the world? They have to know that my eating the poison berries is no mistake. They have to know that I know what I am doing.

"Nightlock. Poisonous berries." I say to the camera's that are badly hidden in a tree "You cannot tell me how to live my life and I would rather die my way than live your way. Goodbye."

I lift the berry to my trembling lips, take one last breath to take in the scent of the forest and te hum of the birds.

As I bite into the nightlock, I can taste the bitter sweet juice along my tongue, consuming my mouth until I am left in darkness and my own personal canon rings in my ears...