Katniss P.O.V
Chapter 1
I sat next to Peeta, trying hard not to cry. How strange, me, Katniss, wants to cry. But who wouldn't cry in this situation? Peeta and I were stuck in these horrible games and the only way out was if one of us died. And he was on the verge of death. I heard him groan in pain every few seconds. This just made me feel worse; he was in so much pain. I had to do something. I couldn't stand seeing the person I love be in that much pain. I stared up at the sky hoping for the Capitol to reverse their decision. Hoping that they will allow two Victors this year, but the chances were slim. I almost laughed to myself, these years games will most likely be the best of them all. I could imagine the ratings now. . . .
"Katniss. . ." Peeta whispered. "We have no choice. . ." My eyes narrowed in anger.
"No! I can't kill you. Not you. Never." I said. He sighed. My eyes drifted to his leg. It was getting worse. He didn't have much time. I rested my head in between my knees, thinking. Then I saw something. A bush full of berries. Nightlock berries. I abruptly stood up. Peeta looked at me startled. I reached toward the bush and took a handful of berries, a plan forming in my head. If this worked, we would both be safe. Peeta and I would return to District 12 together and we would be safe, happy and alive. If this worked. . . Peeta looked at the berries in my hand. His eyes widened and he too stood up.
"Don't do it." He said, or more like ordered me not to. I walked toward him. He flinched as he put more pressure in his leg. I flinched as I imagined his pain.
"Peeta. . ." I whispered on the verge of tears. I took his hand in mine and stood up to kiss him for a few seconds. As I held his hand I slipped a few berries into his palm. I felt him stiffen, finally understanding what I was doing. His kiss deepened. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his hands pulled me closer. Peeta pulled away and just held me for a while. "I love you so much." He whispered. I buried my head in his chest not wanting him to see me cry, not wanting anyone to see me cry. I felt him start to let go. His hands cradled my face. "Breathe, Katniss, don't cry." He said with a grim smile. As I stared into these blue eyes of his, I wondered how they could still be blue. By now shouldn't they be black orbs full of sadness? No, guess not. I pressed myself closer to him and whispered in his ear, "I love you more." He hugged me tighter. And then I was overwhelmed by how much this was true. I loved Peeta, I needed Peeta to live. He was my true love as strange as that sounds. Gale was no more. He was like my brother but not Peeta. Peeta was my love. I held him tighter hoping to just melt into his embrace. It didn't bother me that millions of people were watching us, right now it was just me and Peeta. He abruptly pulled away and held up his hands exposing the berries. "On three?" he whispered. I kissed him one more time. "One." I whispered. I held up the berries to my lips. Please work, please, please work. "Two." Nothing. New tears formed in my eyes. Why? Why didn't they do anything? Peeta did not deserve to die. More tears escaped.
Peeta and I stood with our backs pressed against. We had the berries in one hand while we held each other's hands with the other. "Three!"
In district twelve, Primrose Everdeen watched her sister on the Television alone. Her mother had run out of the room when she saw the berries. Gale had left when Katniss admitted her love for Peeta and now it was just her. She sat in front of the TV trying to hold back the tears that would surely come any second. The berries reached their lips and for a second nothing happened. Then she saw Katniss and peeta start to fall toward the ground at the same time the TV turned black. She wrapped her arms around her legs trying to figure out what just happened. As the news sunk in she put her head in between her legs and curled up in a ball. The tears wouldn't form; instead she felt an unbearable pain in her chest. A pain she had never felt before, not even when her father died. Katniss had been like a mother to her when their own mother couldn't. She saved Prim more than once and now, because of her, Katniss died. So why couldn't she cry? Why did she only feel excruciating pain? "Katniss. . ." Prim whispered. She closed her eyes trying to make the pain stop. A new feeling erupted into Prim, one she did not recognize either. Anger. Anger at her mother for being so weak that she couldn't stay and see her daughter for the last few minutes they will ever see her alive. And most of all anger at the capitol, for doing this to Katniss. Prim felt a tear roll down her cheek, finally. "Katniss. . ." her voice broke and she cried.
In District 13 people were silent. The whole city was silent in shock. The capitol really is stupid, coin thought. She wasn't the only one with those thoughts.
The people in the Capitol were extremely shocked. They had expected for someone to stop them. They were angry and confused. Very angry. Their favorite couple died because someone refused to just tell them they won! Cinna fell onto his chair, his head in his hands. Plutarch Heavensbee sat next to him. Plutarch wondered who was going to take their place and if there would even be a rebellion or if Panem will be doomed to another 74 years of The Hunger Games.
I really wasn't satisfied with the first version I put and now I am satisfied. I think this one is much better. What do you guys think? Chapter 2 will be up in a few minutes! ( : Suzzane Collins owns The Hunger Games
The idea for this story belongs to GodricsRanger i'm just writing it.
