Pretty short, a dream Katniss has in the games. I imagined it during that part towards the beginning when she's sleeping in a tree...and before she realizes that *SPOILER* Peeta doesn't want to kill her. Not a super spoiler, but better safe then sorry I suppose...
All's Fair in Love & War. Just Not the Games
I had the knife in my hand.
It was so close to being over, to finally ending.
He was coming at me with a spear, we were both approaching slowly, like hunters, circling the prey, wondering if they were going to fight back.
That was what this whole god-awful thing had come down to; him or me.
What could I live with? Given, I had already done a lot, killed other people. But could I kill him? Could I kill Peeta, could I live with that? Or would I rather just be dead?
And would it be worth it? To face everyone back home, to look them in the eye? To know that their blame was wholly justified. That I couldn't argue with it, couldn't stand up for myself. Would it be better to be dead?
If it was anyone else…
I could feel the tears coming down my face, I was embarrassed, but didn't bother to wipe them away, it would only distract my focus.
His eyes looked clouded, confused. His strong arms were faltering, like he didn't want to do it, but he knew what to do; what he had to do.
I was the only one questioning myself.
What could I live with?
There was a flash, someone had thrown their weapon, but I couldn't tell who.
I awoke with a jolt, and I would have fallen out of the tree if it wouldn't have been for the rope.
The dream left me feeling uncomfortable, I couldn't remember the whole thing, only that he was there. Something snapped below the tree. A squirrel perhaps?
I wasn't even hungry, but at least taking it out would mean someone else couldn't have it.
And hey, no room for fair play in the Hunger Games.