Summary:

What if Katniss and Gale had left district 12 the day of the reaping? What if they escaped? Katniss never realised her fate was fixed. 'I had been found. I had lost. It was over. I was going to die. Katniss Everdeen. That was my name, my identity. Now it would be forgotten like ashes on the wind...'

Disclaimer:

Unfortunately I do not own Hunger Games, I wish I did but that is a dream never to come true.

Over&Out

I was the girl on fire, myself and Peeta had made a show stopping performance. We had made District 12 proud. I couldn't bring myself to relax, I couldn't let myself get close to Peeta. Although he had declared his love for me, I couldn't even return friendly feelings. All I could think about was the fact that there was only one winner. We had spent the past two weeks training, showing the others our skills. Yesterday we had been evaluated, tested. I had gotten the highest mark but I didn't feel happy by it. It just accentuated how Peeta could die. Tomorrow is when it all starts, the beginning of the end of my life.

I got out of bed and got dressed. It was early morning but I wasn't tired. I had spent the greater half of the night restlessly tossing and turning. I crept up the stairs and to the rooftop garden.

The extremely green plants almost looked fake in the early morning sun. I let my fingers trail the colourful buds and green leaves until I reached the edge. I pressed my fingers to the barrier which kept us from the outside world, it buzzed and vibrated against my fingertips.

"Can't sleep?" Peeta's voice was calm and low.

I froze, we had never been alone before. We hadn't had a proper conversation since the day on the train. "Something like that."

Peeta came and stood next to me, resting his elbows on the low wall. He looked me in the eyes, his bright blue orbs seemed to read my mind. "They're okay you know? They didn't get captured."

I was about to ask what he was talking about when it hit me. Prim, Gale, my mother, Gale's family. "Really? How do you know?"

His eyes surveyed the room before he lent in. I knew if the security cameras which were hidden about the building. I knew nothing stayed a secret. "My mum's a baker." he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. It sent involuntary shivers down my spine. "She knows everything about District Twelve, even about its past members and present members."

I took a quick step back and stared at him, looking for any clues to show that he was lying. He wasn't, he looked sincere. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. It felt as if a great weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

I gave him a small smile. "Thanks."

He took hold of my hand gave it a gentle squeeze. "We'll be okay as long as we don't let the Capitol change who we are."

I nodded and slid to the ground, leaning against the wall. "You're right."

We talked until the sun rose high in the sky. Slowly, we made our way down to the dining room. Haymitch was slumped at his usual seat but this time he didn't have a glass of scotch resting in his hand.

"Once you've eaten we need you down at the arena." he said serving himself a plate of bacon and sausages.

I piled a plate with food but couldn't bring myself to eat it. I was nervous, I felt like throwing up on my plate. It was a morbid thought that I might not be alive tomorrow. I pressed my fist to my forehead and glanced over at Peeta. He was deathly pale and he pushed his food dejectedly around his plate.

Effie didn't turn up to breakfast and I found myself sat in a small room contemplating all the ways I could possibly die.

Cina came to me within the last few minutes before the games started. At this point I was shaking, I could barely stand still. He wrapped me in his arms.

"You'll be okay, you're the girl on fire."

I let out a dry chuckle. "Since when does that help?"

"I believe in you, you know that." he said. "Just head for the trees and hide."

"Whatever you say."

I stepped inside the tube when the mechanical voice urged me to. This was it. I was heading for my most likely sudden death.

"Good luck." Cina called as the platform lifted and I was blinded with a bright sunlight.

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