Switch
The seventy-fourth games hadn't killed her so the seventy-fifth would have to instead. He was a trusted man; no one would know that he did it. No one knew what was in the envelope anyway, how could they ever find out that he changed them? The Katniss girl had to die; her death sentence had been signed when she volunteered for her sister. President Snow could fix it so she would be chosen again, a double death sentence. Katniss would die because he could make it so. He would switch the cards around and she would go straight to hell.
Nobody
She was supposed to be a nobody. She should have died in the seventy-fourth set of games. That mighty oath from District 11 should have caved her head in with his stone. Those stupid morals and promises that the District children all had and kept, they stopped her death. She should have died and life would have remained the same. The third quarter quell would have happened and then the seventy-sixth set of games, it should have carried on until the end of time. But she is not a nobody, she is the Mockingjay and now my empire is ending.
Over
It was over. The girl had done it. She had killed Coin and let go my own way. It was going to happen soon, I could feel it. I could feel the blood flowing up my throat, forcing its way past my tongue and teeth, pushing through my lips and caressing them as a lover might. I laughed and I could feel it choking me, sapping the life from me. Me, the man with the blood of hundreds of children on his hands finally dying in pain and anger as they all did. But I would not die in fear.
Wanting
"No, you can't be there. You're dead, remember?" A young girl with golden hair crossed her arms over her summer dress. "You're not playing it right!"
A young boy scowled up at her, "Just because you're older, doesn't mean you can boss me around."
"But that's not how you play the games! Grandad taught me how to play; he knows how it works the best!"
An old man with a walking stick stood by the park gates and called to her.
She ran into his arms and kissed a pale white cheek beside those blood red lips, "Love you, Grandad."
A/N: Hello, hello! I'm not sure how IC this one is, I haven't read the books in a while but I did flick over some of his passages to make sure it wasn't awful :L Please review!