A/N: So I started a new fic, and the ones who had read Grey eyes and beutiful smile, knows that I've been planning on this for awhile now. So no flames please, I've been planning a really long time. Just try to enjoy.
Dead and Gone
Ohh I've been travelin on this road too long
Just trying to find my way back home
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Ohh I've been travelin on this road too long
Just trying to find my way back home
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Cato's Pov
If somebody asked me about district twelves tribuets, I'd just say that their easy kills. They usually won't survive the bloodbath, and if they did they would die the day after. Of course there's couple exceptions, like the drunk Haymitch Abernathy who won the 50th annual Hunger Games. But this year the girl tribute suprized us all in here district two. When she got reaped I thought Oh easy one, our boy tribute is going to kill that one in the first five minutes, but something in her eyes made me consider my words twice. They were glowing with fire, there was no emotions, just fire. In the tribute parade she stole the whole show by lighting herself on fire. Then of course she had to score an eleven in training. She was pretty good looking, maybe she just slept with the judges. At least that's what my older brother said. I doupt that. Now when I watch these games, I can see that she's already won. It's not killing. It's not fighting. It surviving. She's there to win, she wants to win more than anything. It's annoying actually. There's three tributes left in the games anymore. Capital is sure who's going to be in the final two alive tributes. The huge killing machine from distict one, Dominic if I am correct and Katniss Everdeen form district twelve. Everybody is sure that district two's boy tribute is going to die soon. He's bleeding somewhere i the woods, near where Katniss Everdeen travels. There is no chance for him anymore. I don't care who wins, next year I'm going to win. I'm going to beat the legendary eleven, I'm going to end the games quickly. Next year I'll show them. Next year the whole Panem is going to see what is real killing. I watch our huge television screen as Katniss Everdeen steps in picture. She has found our boy tribute. She looks at him with her emotionless grey eyes, like he would be easy math problem. She lets out a quiet snort.
"Please make it quick. You're doing me a favor", he says. She stares at him and snorts again.
"It wasn't my intention. You know doing you a favor", she says with no emotion in her voice. The girl is like a stone, hard, cold, unbreakable.
"Ple-please just do it", he coughs blood. Katniss Everdeen takes a deep breath, and takes her knife out of her belt. Her bow is hanging on her back, waiting to be used, preferably to the district one's boy tribute. She raises the knife, and hits it deep in his heart. The cannon goes off in a second. Two tributes left, and these worthless games will be over. She takes the spear from his back and starts walking again. I guess she doens't believe in her chances either. The whole district two knows she's going to die painfully. But if you think in a positive way, district twelve made it this far.
"Why can't she die already?" my brother Bryce asks. He's year older than me, and he wanted to voluenteer this year. But the guy, who's name I can't remember, stole his place.
"She's going to die soon", I said. Her chances were ridiculously small, compared to the huge guy from district one. Unless she climbs up on a tree, and waits for him to appear so she can shoot him from there. It would take too much time, and Capitol people would get bored. The final is about to start.
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
No I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to.
Blood is getter hotter
Body's getting colder...
I've told you once,
I'm the only one who holds her.
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die - So you're gonna have to
Katniss's Pov
The final. It's just me and him left. Me and the only obstacle I've ever had between going home and staying here forever. Just me and him. One against twelve, and I can already imagine how many had betted for him. Probably everyone, but I wont let it get me down. I've made it this far, I deserve to go home. I deserve to go home back to Prim, Gale, mom and Madge. I deserve it, he doesn't. He enjoys this. He wants to kill, he has been trained for this. He wants the pride and glory, I want home and safety. I want district twelve and Prim. They need me, Prim and the rest of the district. If I want to get home, I need to put on a show never seen before. Capitol wants to be entertained. People might see me as heartless killer, just like they see him, but I don't care. This is my chance to get home. I take box full of matches out of my backpack, and I'm ready to light one, when I hear it. A loud howl. First I think it's Dominic, trying to scare me before killing me. Then I see them. Mutations. They sent mutations. My legs think before my brains, and I start to run for my life. I hide my matches in my pocket, I'll need them soon. I run until I see a tree worth climbing. As quickly as I can, I start climbing, and luckily mutations are so clumsy, that they can't. I take couple breaths, and take my bow from my back. I easily shoot five of them, but there's still about seven. Four of them is down before I can think myself. I'm a quick shooter, my obsession of surviving reacts quicker than my thoughts. I pull the string back once again, and kill couple more. I shoot the last, and carefully climb back down. I look around me, and I see nothing but forest. I start running towards the edge of the forest, and soon enough I reach it. I turn to look at the forest once again, I'm sure I'm never going to be looking at it again. I take the maches out of my pocket, and light one up. I throw it towards one tree, and it starts burning slowly. I light another and light another little bit away from the first one. I'm the girl on fire and I'm going to burn you all. These trees are probably some kind of synthetic trees, 'cause they burn faster than what in district twelve. I watch them contentedly and I can almost hear the Capitol cheering. Maybe I can, or maybe it's just part of the insanity I've reached. Please Prim, don't watch this, I think.
"Please mom and Gale don't let Prim see this" I say quietly, but I doupt they hear me.
"Don't want your sister to see your death twelve?" I can hear a low voice behind me. I turn aroun, and I see him. His bare arms, he must've taken the jacket off. His dirty blond is sweaty, and his green eys are murdering. He's smirking like a devil, ready to kill me.
"What's the matter one? Little hot in here, isn't it?" I aske, and I try to cool myself with my other hand. Now I seriously can hear the Capitol laughing, and Dominic's famous smirk melts into an ugly grimace.
"No not at all. Of course your hot all the time, I don't bother to ask", he says, and I snort.
"That's all you got? Okay, if you want to start the battle to the death already, I'm okay with it", I shrug, and he grins again.
"Oh no the girl on fire. I usually like to play with my food before I eat it", he says, making me confused. He starts to run towards me, and he pushes me to the ground. Oh so this is how I'm going to die, I think. He waggles his axe above my head, and tells me how he's going to kill me. While he's too busy talking, I try to reach one of my knives. I get a bad hold on one, and all I can do is stab him on his feet. He growled, and moved a little by accident. I could move underneath him, it wasn't easy to do it quickly, but I managed to do it. I got up fast, and loaded my bow. He tried to get up, but more he moved more his leg bleeded. It seemed to hurt like hell, but he tried not to show any weakness. He got up, but held a hand on his thigh. I held my bow up, ready to shoot. I wondered why was he doing this so easy for me.
"There you go. Shoot me. Shoot me while I still have my dignity. But I'll warn you now; I wish I could be alive to see your suffering, when you'll have your nightmares and when they'll sell you", he smirked. Sell me?
"Okay now I'm lost", I said, keeping my bow loaded up. He chuckled.
"Oh you'll now what I'm talking about real soon", he said. I groaned from frustration. He made this way too easy, but I needed to get home. I let my arrow fly straight to his heart. It hit him right where it should've had, and I heard the cannon.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present you the victor of the 73rd annual Hunger Games; Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire!" I heard the voice of Cladius Templesmith announced. I threw my bow down, and sighed in relief. I'm actually alive. I look up the sky, and saw the hovercraft coming down to pick me up. They dropped me the latter and I gracefully took a tight hold on them. I felt myself freeze, and they pulled me up and away from the arena I won't ever have to see again. Inside of the hovercraft was lighted brightly, and that was the last thing I remember beofre passing out.
I carefully opened my eyes, and I was blinded by the bright white light as before. I carefully got up, and held my head. I was dizzy and first I wasn't sure where I was. I this heaven? Or hell in disguise? Then I remebered. I won the Hunger Games. I'm probably in a hospital getting my wounds healed. I'm getting to see Prim again. Everything is going to be fine. I found myself smiling, first time in many weeks. I heard the door open, and I was mildly suprized to see President Snow coming in with a smug smile on his face. Great this bastard, I thought bitterly.
"Oh Miss Everdeen, how wonderful to see you conscious", he smiled and sat on the chair next to my bed. I stared at him puzzled for a while, before shaking my head.
"Yes, I prefer myself conscious too. And alive of course", I tried to joke, but I failed miserabely. Snow still chuckled a little, obviously forcing himself to do so.
"Of course. You probably wonder why I came to see you, even I'd see you in the coronation" he said thoughtfully.
"Yes I do, please enlighten me", I nodded and smiled sweetly. I didn't really expect anything from him, this man was full of suprizes, or so I've been told.
"Ah, I thought you'd figured it yourself, the smart way you do. But of course you're still a bit dizzy and confused after these master games you produced this year. I believe your little friend Dominic hinted youa bit",he smiled smugly again. Wait what? What did Dominic say again? They'll sell you. Sell me, Snow wants to sell me?
"You, you want to sell me? I don't quite understand now", I said closing my eyes. My head hurt from thinking so much. I really need to sleep more. And eat, I'm starving.
"Ah, you remeber. Sell you, yes. That is exactly what I intend to do. You see, people in Capitol loves their victors. But there are victors who they love more than others. For example Finnick Odair. People thought he was so handsome, they wanted to have him for themselves. Of course that's not possible", Snow chuckled.
"If a victor is found desirable, I have right to ask them for a permission to sell them. Or more like their bodies", he smirked devilishly. My thoughts started to run as fast as the Capitol express.
"So you want to sell My body? What if I say no to that", I asked. It was obvious, I say no. I'm not going to let some Capitol fake ragdoll to rape me and get away with it just because I've been agreed to it.
"Oh well then that is your business, but I believe you said in your interview that family comes first, am I right?" he got up, and dusted his suit pants a bit, before leaving.
"It would be a shame if something happened to that sweet little Primrose, or that handsome Gale Hawthorne." Oh no he wouldn't.
"Wait!" I said as he opened the door. He turned around and looked at me eyebrows furrowed, and eyes blazing with amusement.
"Yes, miss Everdeen?" he asked amused. I took a deep breath, I can't beleive I'm doing this.
"I-I'll do it. Anything actually, I'll do anything as long as you don't hurt my family", I pleaded. I can't let anything bad happen to Prim, not after the years we almost starved.
"Oh that is just wonderful. I'll let you know when your first company will be known", I didn't like the way he said company. He nodded to me, and opened the door once again and left me alone.
"There is my Girl on fire!" Cinna greeted me when he came inside my room. My prep-team had already done my make up, hair and my nails. Only thing left was my dress. I was exited to see waht Cinna had created, not because I like dresses, which I don't, but 'cause Cinna is a genious when it comes to clothing. My tribute parade costume and the dress I wore in my interview, were amazing. Pure perfections, might I add.
"Hi", I smiled weakly. I never thought I'd see him again. He smiled and took my hand. He gestured me to sit down with him, and so I did. He held my hand and looked at me.
"Everything okay?" he asked caringly, just the way he was. I smiled and managed to laugh a little.
"Everythings fine. I get to see my family again", I wasn't sure should I mention about Snow. He raised his left eyebrow, like he knew everyting wasn't fine.
"Tell me everything", he said, so I did. I told him what Snow wanted me to do, but I managed not to cry. I would ruin my make up, so Effie would be mad. Plus, I don't think I'm able to laugh again. The games changed me, just the way the do. Cinna listened closely, and nodded after.
"That has happened to a lot of tributes. You did the right thing, even though I think this is very unfair", he said without fear of somebody hearing us. How could he be so brave, when he could get himself killed because of what he said? He could get killed just because he had an opinion.
"But now for your dress beautiful", he took my hand once again, and led me to the dress. I couldn't see it yet, he had covered it with white sheet, or something like that. He took the sheet away, and I saw one of the most wonderful dresses ever. It was red and black, and seemed to be smoking if you looked very carefully. The red color faded into black, and it had very thin straps.
"Oh Cinna, it's wonderful", I smiled and he shrugged. He helped me to get the dress on ,and I was ready for my interview.
Cato's Pov.
I watched her interview. She hadn't yet shoved up, but Ceaser was laughing with the crowd. I really didn't care what they were laughing about, I really didn't care to watch this interview. Mine will be better. Soon Ceaser introduced her to the crowd, not that she would need to be introduced. She walked to the stage, looking absolutely beautiful and she was waving and smiling brightly.
"Oh Katniss how lovely to see you again", Ceaser smiled. She smiled brightly and chuckled a little.
"Well Ceaser, it is great to be back. I'm still amazed that I actually won, but I can't say I was suprized", she chuckled. Fake, I thought. She wasn't arrogant and cocky, but that was the way Capitol loved her.
"Yes, I got to admit Katniss, that if I could've betted, I would've betted for you", Ceaser said heartily, and she put a hand on her heart.
"Ceaser you have no idea how much that means to me. But lets be honest here, I think everybody betted for me", she said to the crowd, and the Capitol cheered.
"I can't believe they love her", my brother said. He was bitter 'cause she won, he was so sure he would've won. Ceaser and Katniss talked awhile and started to watch the recaps of the games. When her district partners death was showed her mouth fomed into a thin line, but soon she started to smile again. You're not as though as you make people think you are, I narrowed my eyes. When her interview ended, I snorted and walked into my room. I have to train tomorrow.
A/N: What did you think? Review what did you like, and if you have some good ideas, I'd be more than happy to hear them.