Hey guys! Sorry this took so long, I had a bit of writer's block. Hopefully you'll enjoy this, it's not one of my favorites, but it's not too terrible. You've probably all seen this already, but I recently posted my second Hunger Games fic, called The 76th Hunger Games. If you like my writing style, go check it out! And thank you for all the great reviews, I now have over 100!!!!! Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
I call her sweetheart, but she's about as far as you can get from being one. She is not sweet-tempered, or even sweet to look at.
You can't even call her an ice queen. An ice queen is distant and remote because she thinks she's better than everyone else; Katniss Everdeen is unreachable because she's so emotionally stunted, so cut off from her own feelings, that she reminds me more of a battle-hardened soldier than a teenage girl in the prime of her youth. I suppose she is battle-hardened, in a way.
Though, I must give her credit: From what I know of her life, she has survived things that would break the spirit of a normal person a hundred times over. These same things have only made her stronger. And now, in these Games, they make her a threat.
If it comes down to the tributes of District 12, if she and Peeta are the only ones left, she will win. She's not a murderer, but would she kill if it was the only way she could return home to her family? Absolutely. Even if it was someone she cared about. I don't think he has it in him, to be honest. While he is fully capable of killing, if it came down to killing her or dying himself, he'd die without hesitation. She may or may not love him-and I'm leaning toward not-but she wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he was the only thing between her and home.
I'm making her sound like a cold-hearted murderess, aren't I? I'm not trying to, and she really isn't, deep down inside. I admire her for what she is, for what this cruel world has made her. Is that sick? To admire a child for being able to kill other children? I don't know why it is that I respect her. Note that I say respect, not like. She's abrasive and rubs me the wrong way, but I can still admire her for being strong, can't I?
Okay, I'll stop trying to sound noble and just be honest. I'm happy that, for once, I've got not just one, but two tributes who actually have a chance. I'm happy that maybe, just maybe, I won't have to watch one of them die. She makes me feel something I haven't felt since before I was in the Games. She makes me feel hope. The love that she has for her sister, love strong enough that she would volunteer to die for her, is something you don't see a lot of any more. And the devotion that she inspires in others-the first time Peeta and I were alone, he told me his plan to die to give her a chance to win-is even rarer.
It's nice knowing that some kind of love still exists in this world.
I hope this was enjoyable for you guys! I think I'm going to do Mr. Mellark and Peeta's brothers next, along with Prim and Mrs. Everdeen. And, in case anyone was wondering, I am hardcore Team Peeta. If you want me to love you forever, write a Peeta/Katniss fic :P