A/N: So I started this right after I had seen the movie for the second, and when I saw this scene, all I could think about was what fantastic fanfiction it would be. So here it is! The Hunger Games is not mine…Enjoy!
He was lead through one of the many halls of the building where the Gamemakers influenced all that was occurring—or had occurred—in the Arena. He was worried, though he didn't show it—never before had Peacekeepers been asked to accompany him through the familiar halls; he suspected that this had something to do with the final scenes of the Games. Potentially a meeting with Snow, a warning. Something that would lead to a decision on how to deal with it, because they couldn't just let it stand.
The Peacekeepers stopped right outside an ornate door, pulling the heavy doors open and waiting for him to walk in. Knowing that it would be best to follow their expectations, he entered, hearing the doors close and a lock slide into place behind him.
The room was empty. He looked around, inspecting every inch that he could see, and with a sinking feeling, he realized what this was.
His execution.
If he was telling the truth, it had always been guaranteed, since the moment that District Twelve had pulled out the berries. He walked forward, expecting something that would signify that he would be hung, that this was a room for him to wait. The preparing of the feast.
But sitting on top of the pedestal in the middle of the room, the one thing other than him that was in the prison, was a crystal bowl filled with Nightlock.
Poetic irony, he supposed, that the thing that had shunned the Capitol was the thing that would be used to punish him for letting it happen. He couldn't refuse to eat them—he would be executed in a much bloodier way, or would be starved to death.
He felt a spike of fear in his chest, wanting anything but to do what they wanted him to, but knowing that, for him, it was the best way to do it. Bloodless. Relatively painless. But only twenty-four hours ago he was sending the mutts out into the arena. Could his life truly end this quickly? He had not thought that this would happen, had thought that one of the star-crossed lovers would return home, a victor.
He had not expected a Romeo and Juliet scene.
And that was his downfall.
He stepped forward, standing directly over the bowl, dreading the inevitable.
It would all be gone in only a few minutes. And that terrified him.
He picked up a handful, placed one in his mouth, and swallowed.