(A/N: Hey people of the Hunger Games fanfiction section. I'm a new writer to this section and this is my first fic for the hunger games. I don't know if this has been done before but it's set in the first book right at the start of the games when they are at the Cornucopia. And I was thinking, what if Katniss didn't hesitate to get those bow and arrows?)
There, resting on a mound of blanket rolls, is a silver sheath of arrows and a bow, already strung, just waiting to be engaged.
I don't hesitate when the horn goes off, signifying that we can move. I sprint the fastest I ever have to where the bow and arrows are waiting for me and in one smooth motion I scoop them up. Then I grab an orange pack that, similar to one I saw that was much closer to the cylinder I was standing in, obviously holds much more than the one before. I sling it over my left shoulder and my sheath of arrows on the other then I arm the bow. I turn and bring it my shoulder. The seconds I've taken to acquire the bow and arrows and pack has allowed the other tributes to get weapons of their own and soon three people at once advance upon me. A guy from district one, the male tribute from district five and the girl from district two, who is wielding knives. I take down Clove and district five in two seconds and soon I'm firing arrows left and right. I'm moving strategically. Moving my way out to the woods, which promise protection from the blood bath. I can hear sounds of fighting behind me so I don't worry about protecting my back for the moment. I collect the arrows from the fallen as I'm moving forwards. I lose a couple of arrows from just wounding and the suddenly Peeta is there. Protecting my back with a knife, which I'd had no idea he could use so well – although I guess he should be considering he used to work at a bakery.
We reach the edges of the forest and I allow myself to look at the still waging war we'd abandoned, quite a few of the casualties are from Peeta and I, then we're off. We run through the trees, and I can't help noticing how much noise, and the clear path we're leaving. I stop in a clearing that's deep in the forest and then drop to my knee's. 'What are you doing?" Peeta asks and I look up in surprise.
"Checking what's in the pack." Then I notice he has one too. I'm moving to take it from him when suddenly he grabs my wrist and pulls me in. I won't deny that I was shocked, nor that I kissed him back but pretty soon it was over and Peeta starts foraging in his pack. He doesn't mention the kiss, and neither do I. But when the first silver parachute floats down I don't hesitate to snag it and put it in my pack. Minutes later we're on the move again.
Deep in the heart of the Capitol everybody is still in shock of how much that Katniss had managed to do with that one pair of bow and arrows. Haymitch eventually lets out a low whistle. "No wonder she got an eleven." Whispers one of the game makers.
Around the careers camp fire Clove stands up, her eyes cold and detached from losing so many, announces "My fellow careers! We are going to focus on Katniss Everdeen."
No one is very surprised.
Later when I opened the parachute I found a pot, perfect for making stew. Who knew how much one kiss was worth.
(A/N: What do you think? For my first Hunger Games fic, and second action scene EVER I think I did pretty well. Review?)