As the scorching hot days went by, there were less of us, all of us. Marvel, clove - Gone. Just like that.
Marvel's last words to me were,
"Cya at dinner, Mate." He smiled at me then ran off. 2 Bloody great souls taken away from us. Now the last 3 remain.
"-en I say run, you better friggan run, got it? Because we're gonna be the ones who win this, not her. Okay?"
I bite my lip and look into his bright blue orbs.
"Got it, Peeta?"
I nod.
"Yeah, Cato, I got it. Stop pestering me."
Cato glared at me.
"Stop speaking to me like that! You don't give orders, I do!"
I rolled my eyes and turned away.
Hours passed and finally, it became dark. The only light was coming from the moon, high in the Milky Way.
We were siting on top of the cornucopia when we heard a rustle coming from the bush. A quick glimpse of silver in the moon light and a dark shadowy figure, running towards us.
Katniss.
The only thing I could think of was 'run, don't come towards us' but she was still headed our way. And the smirk on Cato's face got wider with every step that she took.
The sadistic bastard.
A creature followed behind her, the eye colour, so Vibrant so...green? The exact colour of Glimmer's.
Katniss jumped on top of the cornucopia. Cato jumped on her, pinning her to the ground, raising his broken spear to her chest. I watched as everything seemed to be in slow motion. I pushed Cato off of Katniss. I stood up, shocked at my own actions.
"Peeta! What the fuck are you doing?! Kill her!"
I shook my head.
"No."
"I said kill her. Now!"
I closed my eyes and stepped back.
The sound of a cannon filled the air and my eyes snapped opened.
The lifeless eyes staring at the sky.
I wonder what it's like to die? I wonder what she felt, besides the pain? Did her life flash before her eyes? Did she see the face of her mother as sister? Did she have time to say one last prayer?
Tears ran down my face, she had so much to live for, and I ruined her chances.
I look up to Cato who still has the broken spear. He frowned as he stepped closer to me, I stepped back.
I stopped.
"Do it." My voice cracked as I said it.
He shook his head and whispered:
"No, Peeta. I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to take you home, you'll be forever mine."
Suddenly he grabbed my face and kissed my lips, entwining our fingers, lifting our hands in the air and yelled "Claimed!"
A voice came I to the arena
"Meet your victors of the 74th annual hunger games!"
'Victors? Both?'
I look around in confusion. It must be a trick.
"We did it, babe." He said kissing me again.
When we got into the ship Cato sat next to me. Our fingers still entwined.
I look up at him.
"What-what happens? How are we both still alive?"
He smirked.
"Well... Because I am a Career form 2, if there is one of us left in the games, and someone of a poorer district, we can claim them. That way we both survive and you become my... Slave. Or boyfriend, what ever I want you to be."
I frown.
'A slave? I survived the hunger games to become a spoilt brat's slave.'
"Don't worry, you're going to be my partner. I love you, Peeta."
Shocked I stare at him. I don't love him, I let him kill the person I loved.
But I bite my pride, and give him what he wants. Because after all, he saved my life, he now owns me.
I gulp.
"I-I love you too."
