a/n: umm... i have nothing to say other then the fact that this is a Hunger Games au.
"You can't seriously think that I would be willing to do that!" her hair is messy and unwashed, falling into her eyes. "Can you?"
Fred swallows. "Even if you're not willing," he begins, holding the bloody blade out to her. "You need to, Sarah."
"I..." Sarah can't believe this. Here they are standing in the middle of the forest, completely aware that their every movement is being filmed, and he's asking her to kill him?
He looks at her, and it feels like his eyes are piercing through her soul. "You need to. It's the only way you'll ever win."
It breaks her heart to hear him say that, but it's true, and bloody hell, why is this such a hard thing for her to do?
"If you don't." Fred's voice is shaking. "I'll do it myself."
She glances at the knife, eyes flickering back up to meet his. "I'll do it."
"Okay..." he reaches the knife toward her. "Here."
Sarah takes it from him, clutching the handle tightly. "Are you sure about this, Fred?"
"Y-yes... I'm sure."
She raises the knife. "Fred..."
He looks at her. "What?"
"You're not going to be the only one dying today."