First Hunger Games fanfic! Yippee!

Disclaimer: Sorry, I'm not Suzanne Collins.


They all had their reasons.


"No!" bursts out Peeta. "I vote no, of course! We can't have another Hunger Games!"


Peeta has watched hundreds of children die. He's seen them reduced to animals that are hell-bent to slaughtering each other. He's seen eighteen-year-olds ripping twelve-year-olds' throats out. He's seen teenagers starve to death. He's seen girls holding in their guts, boys drowning in blood.

He doesn't want to see any of that ever again.


"Why not?" Johanna retorts. "It seems very fair to me. Snow even has a granddaughter. I vote yes."


They've taken away every single thing that she loves. Everything.

Her house.

Her mother.

Her father.

Her brother.

Her grandmother.

Everything.

It's their turn, now.


"So do I," says Enobaria, almost indifferently. "Let them have a taste of their own medicine."


She can still taste the blood that filled her mouth after she ripped that tribute's throat out.

She can feel it, dripping across her sharpened teeth.

And she likes it. She thirsts for it.

Let the bloodshed begin.


"I vote no with Peeta," she says. "So would Finnick if he was here."


Water clogs her lungs but she manages to make it to the surface of her lake of thoughts. Flashes of bronze flicker by-the bronze in Finnick's gorgeous hair, the glint of a spear hurtling towards her head, the seashells that scatter across the beaches in Four-as she tries to keep afloat.

"The Games don't really end, not really," he tells her, burying his head in her long, wavy hair. She can feel his tears seep into her scalp. "They're never going to stop."

It's time to end that.


"No," says Beetee. "It would set a bad precedent. We have to stop viewing one another as enemies. At this point, unity is essential for our survival."


In his first year in the Hunger Games, the four Careers that were left, two girls and two boys-two from One, one from Two, and one from Four, grew closer together the more time went by in the Arena. They were friends, even, sharing food, water, and supplies, laughing and telling jokes over meals.

That is, until he electrocuted them.

It was the first time the Capitol actually grieved the loss of tributes.


I weigh my options carefully, think everything through. Keeping my eyes on the rose, I say, "I vote yes...for Prim."


Prim's the reason why I did this, why I got into this mess into the first place. To save her.

I owe it to her to finish the game once and for all.


"I'm with the Mockingjay," he says.


He doesn't know whether he's talking to Maysilee or Katniss.

But his decision is the same, either way.


Well, this was fun! Stay tuned for a follow-up to this.

~lilmissf