Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins does. This is just a short one-shot about how I think Foxface died.
I watch them from above, The Girl on Fire and The Lover Boy from twelve. She shouts at him for going out of range. You'd think she'd be relieved that he's alive, if you believed the "star crossed lovers" stuff.
But I don't. I might have believed it, but I am just too observant. I saw the disbelief and anger in her eyes the day he announced his love, I saw the game she and her mentor played. I am no fool. I am Scarlett Ann McLean, or as District 12 calls me, Foxface.
So, as I watch them argue, I make a decision. I crawl down the tree silently, the two tributes not noticing me as they quarrel. I hold the cheese in one hand. Then, with the other, I grab the berries. Nightlock, the berries that bring death.
I can almost hear the screams of my family back in District 5 as I raise the berries to my mouth. I don't stand a chance though, because if I did make it to the final two, I wouldn't be able to win the fight. It isn't that which makes me put the berries in my mouth though. No, it is what Lover Boy said, what Girl on Fire repeats without knowing sometimes.
"I want to be more than just a piece in their games."
The saying swirling in my head, I put the berries in my mouth.
They say your life flashes before you when you die. Well, my life does. My birth, my best friend Jaylinn, sister Harper and brother Hem, Mom and Dad, reaping day, and so many other memories rush through my head. The last thing I remember is the words, "I don't want to be changed when I die." I smile, knowing that in my own way, I have just defeated the capitol. That I am more than just a piece in their games, and I am still Scarlett Ann McLean.
Then, everything goes dark and I am no more.
I might add more, like a whole story about the reaping to this part. Anyways, comment please! I'd like to hear your comments and suggestions