Katniss POV
I won. I won. I'm going to go home, to Prim, to my mother, to Gale, and to twelve. But Peeta won't be there, he's gone, stolen from me before I could even know about my feelings for him. But I will kill Snow, I will kill him, he took almost everything from me and for that he will die. I will kill Snow. And I never let go of my bow as the hovercraft lifts me from the arena, from the place of nightmares.
Plutarch greets me at the door, that despicable man, he ruined my life. "Katniss, congratulations on your victory," he says. I nod at him, but still don't let go of my bow, I'm pretty sure I will never let go of it again. "Haymitch, will come for you in a second, did you know you're one of the only tributes who's made it out of the arena this well?" He says. I stare at him in shock, I just killed five people and that's what he says to me. I now rate him worse than maggots.
Peeta POV
She's alive she won, she's alive. Suddenly Haymitch slams open the door, a grin covering his whole face. "Come on boy, you want to see her, right." He tries to sound gruff, but I see the emotion flickering beneath his eyes. If she would have died, he would have been broken, finally snapped, but she's alive. Our Katniss is a survivor, I think with a smile. But I can't seem to move from my chair, I just sit there in shock. Haymitch takes my hand and leads me to the room, just like a little child. When we look through the window, I see her alive, with her bow still in her hands, still loaded. She's standing up, looking no worse for the wear, like she just woke up, but I know her well enough to see the haunted look in her eyes, like when we were on the train and she would wake up every night screaming bloody murder. I would hold her in my arms, while she sobbed into my chest. I slowly place my hand on the doorknob and begin to turn it. She jumps and aims her bow until she sees that it's me. I look of shock comes across her face, "Peeta, Peeta, is it really you?" but before I can answer her, she drops her bow and begins to run towards me. She runs across the room in three strides and leaps into my arms. I forget where I am, how she really doesn't love me, and hold her while she sobs into my chest. "You were dead, I heard you're cannon…." I can't tell what she's saying because she's sobbing so hard. The choke her throat, and she shakes like the teenage girl she is, not the mockingjay or the girl on fire or the brave provider. She finally lets her guard down, so I hold her while she sobs and gently stroke her hair. I don't know how long this lasts, but she never lets go of me, never lets me leave her side. When she finally stops he explains about the rebellion, about the war, and about her, the mockingjay. When he finally stops, she turns around to Plutarch, "You played us, we were your pawns, you almost killed us, you killed him," and before I know it, she lunges at him and within second he is pinned against the wall, a knife held to his troat. "You used us like pawns, you used us, you used us…" She's screaming at him, screaming horrible things at him, and it takes both me and Haymitch to tear her off him. Plutarch sits on the ground in shock, he's learned a valuable lesson, you don't mess with a victor. When she finally calms down she says, "Where are we going?" "District thirteen," Haymitch replies. And she never lets go of my hand.
The End
That was my last chapter, but if you like it I'll continue it during the mockingjay time period. Please review and tell me what you think, and I'm starting a new story so see that. Thanks for reading