Hey.
I really wanted to do a Hunger Games fanfiction and so I did.
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games series isn't mine.
Unsure
He watches as the glass wall slowly begins to separate them. His words of farewell are said and done. He is unsure of the winner in the Games this time. Unsure if she or Peeta will come out live.
And he hates it.
Being unsure is against his nature. He had always been sure. Sure of his designs. Sure of the outcome of the horrid Hunger Games. 23 deaths. 1 winner. Until they came along, that is.
Katniss and Peeta changed his outlook on things. Suddenly he was not so sure of things. The first time, not only one but two people came out of the arena. And so he ponders the sudden change to him.
He ponders as he gets beaten by Peacekeepers. He ponders as he hears Katniss' screams. Cinna! Cinna!, she cries, clawing at the glass confinement that is seconds away from bringing her to the wretched Games for the second time.
The Capitol interrogates him, using brutal force to get information on the rising Rebellion. Silence would follow after every question asked, earning him a whipping or a shock to his body.
He still ponders his change from "Sure Cinna" to "Cinna the Madman" as his eyes close, welcoming death.