Take It All Away-A Hunger Games fic
Title: Take It All Away
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Rating: I can't decide. It's more leaning towards T, but it could be K+...yeah.
Summary: In the last moments of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss makes a decision that will shape her life and the Games forever. A What if? fic. Katniss/Peeta. One-shot.
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A/N: I've always wondered what would've happened if Katniss hadn't thought of the berries sooner. I turned this into a Katniss/Peeta one-shot. I should say "enjoy", but it's kind of depressing.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games trilogy.
"You can't kill yourself, Peeta," I say as I desperately plaster the bandages back onto his bleeding leg.
"Katniss, it's what I want."
"You're not leaving me here alone," I say.
"Katniss, listen to me." He pulls me to my feet. The bandages fall to the ground, letting even more blood squirt onto the grass.
"We both know they have to have a victor."
"I know." I look into his eyes. They tell me something horrible.
"You do know what that means, Katniss?" He looks at me, sadness on his face.
"No."
"Katniss."
I shake my head, realizing what he means. "I can't kill you Peeta."
"You have to, Katniss. I'm dying anyway," he says, gesturing to the blood on the grass. What a kick the Capitol must be getting out of this.
I shake my head vigorously. "No Peeta."
"What other alternative is there?" he askes, putting his hands on my shoulders. I look into his eyes, realizing...there is no other alternative.
I think of nothing that can save us both. If he kills me, he might still die anyway from his wounds. Panem will look on him as a liar, protecting me one moment then killing me the next. He will never let me kill myself. If we both kill ourselves, our families, our district would be in turmoil. The citizens of the Capitol would be furious. Nothing good would come out of it.
I don't know what else to do.
"I can't kill you, Peeta." My voice breaks.
He kisses me on the forehead. "I'll die...die anyway, Katniss. At least you'll go home. At least District Twelve will have a victor."
Tears fall from my cheeks. I cannot lose the boy with the bread. "There has to be another way, Peeta-"
"Katniss, there isn't. Just kill me." He backs away from me. There is nothing left for me to do. I look down at my feet, pretending I am back in the woods in District Twelve, far away from here.
"Katniss." I look up. Peeta's eyes are pleading with me to do the deed. He looks weak; he is growing pale and he is shaking. His leg is soaked in blood, and he is surrounded by a pool of it. He will die very soon. Painfully. An arrow through the heart would be better, less painful.
"Kill me Katniss."He bores his eyes into mine. I cannot refuse him. He won't let me.
Slowly, I pick up my bow and arrow. In one second, my arrow is notched at his heart.
"Peeta...I..." Tears run down my cheeks.
"I love you, Katniss."
The arrow pierces his heart.
I drop my bow and run towards him. His chest is now drenched in blood. He coughs more of it up, his eyes glassy.
I put his head in my lap. "Peeta! Stay with me!" Tears flow down my cheeks.
"Peeta!" I kiss his lips. "I'm sorry...so sorry..."
He looks at me, and tries to smile.
The cannon fires.
"PEETA!" I yell. I am crying now, crying so hard I cannot breathe. What have I done? I think. I have killed my friend. I have killed the boy who did everything to protect me. I killed the boy who could charm the most depressed person on the planet. I have killed the boy with the bread.
The trumpets blare. I cry harder, putting my hands to Peeta's cold cheeks.
"I am pleased to present the victor of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen! The tribute of District Twelve!" I hear crying. I hear a few cheers from the speakers. Boos. The Capitol is not happy with my last choice in the arena. District Twelve is not happy. I am not happy.
Two hovercrafts arrive; one to carry me away, and one to carry Peeta's lifeless body away. I move to lean against his chest, weeping even harder. I am disgusted with myself at killing him, heartbroken at his death.
I wrap my arms around him. I frown as I feel something hurting my waist. I look down, and see a small pouch at my belt. Dumbfounded, I unzip it, finding a clump of berries.
Poisonous berries. Nightlock.
Nausea washes over me as I think on how this could have saved him. How if I had pulled them out, remembered them sooner, we both could have lived, if we had pretended we were to both eat the berries. The Capitol would've looked ridiculous for letting us die. I feel like throwing up as I reflect on how stupid I was to forget these berries, and to not even try letting Peeta kill me. Maybe he could have lived. If I had only tried.
I stand up, and run around the Cornucopia, sobbing and yelling and cursing the Capitol for making me get to this point. I stomp at the ground, sobbing, ignoring the trumpets still blaring. I want to die. I want to die. Nothing stops me.
As I turn away from the Cornucopia, I throw my arms out, yelling at the stars to kill me. To let me be with my father and Peeta Mellark.
I do not even register the tranquilizer piercing my neck.
Ugh, I'm about to cry right now.
How was it? Let me know in a review!
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Rating: I can't decide. It's more leaning towards T, but it could be K+...yeah.
Summary: In the last moments of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss makes a decision that will shape her life and the Games forever. A What if? fic. Katniss/Peeta. One-shot.
~~
A/N: I've always wondered what would've happened if Katniss hadn't thought of the berries sooner. I turned this into a Katniss/Peeta one-shot. I should say "enjoy", but it's kind of depressing.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games trilogy.
"You can't kill yourself, Peeta," I say as I desperately plaster the bandages back onto his bleeding leg.
"Katniss, it's what I want."
"You're not leaving me here alone," I say.
"Katniss, listen to me." He pulls me to my feet. The bandages fall to the ground, letting even more blood squirt onto the grass.
"We both know they have to have a victor."
"I know." I look into his eyes. They tell me something horrible.
"You do know what that means, Katniss?" He looks at me, sadness on his face.
"No."
"Katniss."
I shake my head, realizing what he means. "I can't kill you Peeta."
"You have to, Katniss. I'm dying anyway," he says, gesturing to the blood on the grass. What a kick the Capitol must be getting out of this.
I shake my head vigorously. "No Peeta."
"What other alternative is there?" he askes, putting his hands on my shoulders. I look into his eyes, realizing...there is no other alternative.
I think of nothing that can save us both. If he kills me, he might still die anyway from his wounds. Panem will look on him as a liar, protecting me one moment then killing me the next. He will never let me kill myself. If we both kill ourselves, our families, our district would be in turmoil. The citizens of the Capitol would be furious. Nothing good would come out of it.
I don't know what else to do.
"I can't kill you, Peeta." My voice breaks.
He kisses me on the forehead. "I'll die...die anyway, Katniss. At least you'll go home. At least District Twelve will have a victor."
Tears fall from my cheeks. I cannot lose the boy with the bread. "There has to be another way, Peeta-"
"Katniss, there isn't. Just kill me." He backs away from me. There is nothing left for me to do. I look down at my feet, pretending I am back in the woods in District Twelve, far away from here.
"Katniss." I look up. Peeta's eyes are pleading with me to do the deed. He looks weak; he is growing pale and he is shaking. His leg is soaked in blood, and he is surrounded by a pool of it. He will die very soon. Painfully. An arrow through the heart would be better, less painful.
"Kill me Katniss."He bores his eyes into mine. I cannot refuse him. He won't let me.
Slowly, I pick up my bow and arrow. In one second, my arrow is notched at his heart.
"Peeta...I..." Tears run down my cheeks.
"I love you, Katniss."
The arrow pierces his heart.
I drop my bow and run towards him. His chest is now drenched in blood. He coughs more of it up, his eyes glassy.
I put his head in my lap. "Peeta! Stay with me!" Tears flow down my cheeks.
"Peeta!" I kiss his lips. "I'm sorry...so sorry..."
He looks at me, and tries to smile.
The cannon fires.
"PEETA!" I yell. I am crying now, crying so hard I cannot breathe. What have I done? I think. I have killed my friend. I have killed the boy who did everything to protect me. I killed the boy who could charm the most depressed person on the planet. I have killed the boy with the bread.
The trumpets blare. I cry harder, putting my hands to Peeta's cold cheeks.
"I am pleased to present the victor of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen! The tribute of District Twelve!" I hear crying. I hear a few cheers from the speakers. Boos. The Capitol is not happy with my last choice in the arena. District Twelve is not happy. I am not happy.
Two hovercrafts arrive; one to carry me away, and one to carry Peeta's lifeless body away. I move to lean against his chest, weeping even harder. I am disgusted with myself at killing him, heartbroken at his death.
I wrap my arms around him. I frown as I feel something hurting my waist. I look down, and see a small pouch at my belt. Dumbfounded, I unzip it, finding a clump of berries.
Poisonous berries. Nightlock.
Nausea washes over me as I think on how this could have saved him. How if I had pulled them out, remembered them sooner, we both could have lived, if we had pretended we were to both eat the berries. The Capitol would've looked ridiculous for letting us die. I feel like throwing up as I reflect on how stupid I was to forget these berries, and to not even try letting Peeta kill me. Maybe he could have lived. If I had only tried.
I stand up, and run around the Cornucopia, sobbing and yelling and cursing the Capitol for making me get to this point. I stomp at the ground, sobbing, ignoring the trumpets still blaring. I want to die. I want to die. Nothing stops me.
As I turn away from the Cornucopia, I throw my arms out, yelling at the stars to kill me. To let me be with my father and Peeta Mellark.
I do not even register the tranquilizer piercing my neck.
Ugh, I'm about to cry right now.
How was it? Let me know in a review!