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Blood on Your Face.Sixty seconds. For me, it feels like a lifetime. Too long, much too long. For others, it probably feels like the shortest sixty seconds they've ever experienced. But they're the ones that will die. Killed by myself, or any of the others. I smile to myself. I've trained my whole entire life for this. Volunteered for it, safe in the knowledge that I'd be coming back home. I know I can win. I'll end up killing the others in their sleep. Glimmer I'll enjoy killing. But Cato and Marvel won't be as easy. Cato, because he's from my District. Marvel, because he's generally nice. At least to me. I think of his reassuring smile that he gave

The Rule Change"Attention, attention. The rules stating that only one victor is allowed have been revoked. Two victors can win, if from the same District. May the odds be ever in your favour."

I look up slowly. Shock runs through me, cold at first, then blazing hot. Cato meets my eyes, his expression as dumbfounded as mine probably is. Then, we're running for each other.

We collide like waves, and he spins me around in the air. I laugh- it's been so long since I last laughed.
Cato sets me down, but his eyes are filled with joy. I wasn't used to seeing him with such openness on his face. Usually his expression was closed off, even more so since the games,

ImpressiveClove grabbed a knife out of her vest and threw it at the target. She whipped around, grabbed another knife and threw it at the target next to it. She then retrieved two smaller knives hidden in her ponytail and threw them one after the other. All of this was done lightning-fast, and she turned around and gave Cato a snarky smile. His heart jumped a little, but he hid it well, flashing her an arrogant smile in return.

"That was impressive," he said as she walked towards him, putting her knives back into their places.

"This is coming from the famous, unbeatable Cato Underwood," she drawled, looking at him with her piercing hazel eyes. "Shoul

Sixty Years Later..The old woman sat in her rocking chair by the warm stone hearth, watching her granddaughter read a book near the fire. It was a peaceful moment, and the woman closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. It was one of the good things in living in District Seven, it had none of the hustle and bustle of the other districts. It was quiet. The only sound was the rock of her chair, the turn of pages and the crackle of fire. But too soon, the silence was broken.

"Grandma, what were the Hunger Games?"

The old woman's eyes flew open with shock, then she sighed. It wasn't inevitable, she thought to herself sadly. She was bound to ask some time.

"They

Healing"No, Peeta. Pull back a little further, until your fingers are against your jawbone," Katniss instructed with a smile. She took the bow she was holding loosely in one hand, and demonstrated, quickly fletching an arrow.

Peeta sighed, and tried to copy Katniss' pose. She made it looks easy, simple, beautiful. There was a sort of easy elegance to the way she held the bow, and how calm and precise her face looked while she aimed. One thing Katniss had never gave up after the war was hunting. Like painting was for himself, hunting was Katniss' therapy.

"This is harder then it looks," he said. Katniss smiled a tiny bit at this.

"So is painting,

A Whole New Game- Chapter 16-A Hunger Games Story

Chapter 16: Homecoming

Katniss

Peeta guides me down the bleak hallway and to the hospital-I knew that I didn't have the strength to manage this alone. He pushes open the door and lets me through. I take a deep breath and walk forward calmly. "Hey Rue." I say gently, laying a hand on the little girl's shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" She shifts slightly and smiles that familiar glowing grin. "I am alive. I know that I can get better, I'll try really hard." I draw closer to her and hug her gently. She's so much like Prim. It makes me miss her. I wonder when I'll see her again.

"I'll be here every step of the way." Rue smiles even

Sing me to sleep, MommaIvy Primrose Mellark really hated it when she couldn't sleep. She often had trouble going to bed. Her younger brother, however, could fall asleep almost at command. That made Ivy jealous, since he was younger than her. She was eight years old. She should be able to fall asleep easier by now.

She tip-toed downstairs, knowing that her mother and father were still in the living room. Not reading the newspaper, or watching the television together. Just sitting on the couch. She guessed that they were holding hands. They did that a lot.

As she walked into the dimly lit room, she heard snores. At first, she thought both her parents were asleep, b

ShatteredCato didn't mind it at all when he fell to the ground, and the mutts began to tear him apart. To him, he was already dead. He didn't really deserve to win these games. He could have saved her. He could have saved his Clove.

He felt numb as the mutts ripped into him, snarling and growling. He remembered Clove turning around and flashing him a snarky smile as she hit the centre of the target again. Remembered her sitting on top of him, pinning him down to the ground with a knife to his throat, smiling because she had won that time. Her lips, soft under his own.

Remembered blood splashing onto her face as she killed a helpless tribute, then fl

A Whole New Game- Chapter 7- A Hunger Games Story

Chapter 7: Seeing and Feeling

Eleanor

When I open my eyes, I am met by the face of my father, talking a ways away to a woman from the Capitol, laughing a bit. He turns and notices me, his face lighting up with a toothy grin.

"There's my little victor! Oh Ellie I am so proud!" he gleams.

I begin to take my surroundings. We are in the woods, in what looks to still be the arena, only, it is decorated to the nines. Each individual leaf on every tree glows with a different color, as if we are in a confetti forest. White lanterns hang, despite it being the middle of the day, and matching white tables covered in every kind of food imaginable

A Whole New Game- Chapter 3 -A Hunger Games Story

Chapter 3: The Bloodbath

Clove

The interviews, our scoring, training, and forming the alliance in the training center. It all seems like such a blur.

This is it. This is the day that innocent children will die because of me. Might as well do the job myself, before they do it for me. At least I will end it quickly, no suffering. Just a quick flick of the wrist, that's all it takes. A stab through the heart is much faster than infection, or bleeding to death.

I think of my allies. Cato and Marvel, Glimmer and the girl from 4, all ready for the slaughter. They kill because they have to; I will kill to put them out of their misery, and to

A Whole New Game- Chapter 4 -A Hunger Games Story

Chapter 4: Lover Boy and Fire Girl

Eleanor

I walk bitterly behind Glimmer, as we venture even deeper into the vast forest. I clench my fists as she walks past me to join Cato up at the front of our little herd. They whisper quietly for a moment, and flips her hairs once again before giggling with delight.

"Would you shut up ?" I snap.

Glimmer turns her head dramatically, flipping her hair again. She looks at me with a mock pout plastered on her stupid face.

"What's wrong, Emerald?" She says sarcastically in her awful high-pitched voice.

"It's Eleanor. My parents preferred not to give their child and unreasonable and idiotic name. So

A Whole New Game- Chapter 12-A Hunger Games Story

Chapter 12: Confession

Athena

As I slip in and out of consciousness, images of the last few minutes in the arena flash through my head.

The sound of running footsteps woke me up. For a moment I remained unmoving, remaining silent as they approached, slowing to a stop underneath me. I looked down and saw the girl from 12 and her district partner, the little girl from 11 strung across his back. I shifted down to a lower branch to listen in, moving silently among the branches.

The boy from 12 stopped and gently set the girl from 11 down, the girl from 12 in a panic. As I leaned in closer, I saw the reason for her worries. The littl

Clove's death -Part 2/2 Cato's P.O.V

All my years of training mean nothing now as I sprint towards the body on the floor. "Clove!" Even I can hear the pain in my voice as I run across the open plain. I realise too late that I'm vulnerable where I am but the waxen colouring on Clove's face wipes any thoughts of self-preservation from my mind.

"Stay with me Clove, we have to win remember? We have to win…I need you to win."

I can see the faces of the trainers back home as they watch me now-the disgust that will be on their faces should be enough to push me back into Career mode but all I can see right now is the irregular fall of Clove's chest.

"Please Clov

Clove's death -Part 1/2Listen to this when reading: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFEDTtKaFzU

Clove's P.O.V

I've never wielded so much power over somebody's life and it's frightening actually. The fear in her eyes doesn't look as if it is fear for her own death, she doesn't seem like a girl who is scared of death actually. I noticed that from day one. The girl she volunteered for can be the only reason such fear would spark those lifeless grey eyes into emotion. Her sister will be right now watching me as I trace a line around the lips of the girl I'm sat on with my knife. The fear that only a sibling can feel when they can't protect their family, that's what

How to Kill a Mockingjay. Chapter One."...And here is the place where I love you." I finish, laughing softly as the Mockingjay repeats my song.

I am trying to escape the inescapable. I'm trying to forget that today is the day of the Reaping. Maybe I'll lose myself and live in this moment forever. But I doubt it.

I'm sitting in the orchards with a Mockingjay, and we're singing songs back and forth. I don't even know if I'm allowed here. But I don't care. Besides, all the Peacekeepers are busy getting ready for the Reaping. The last thing they'll want to do is to check and see if little girls are in the Orchards or not.

I'd been here for about two hours, sitting beneath an old a

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by ~Gryffindorlover, Sep 30, 2012, 9:09:19 AM
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"Cato!" A voice shrieked, making Cato jump. "Cato!"

"Clove!"

Cato ran blindly towards the noise. It couldn't be Clove who was screaming. Clove never, ever shrieked like that. Never shrieked with such open terror in her voice. As he ran, he saw fire girl running away into the woods, and Thresh running back over to the grassy area. Clove, meanwhile, lay on the ground, crumpled like a broken doll.

He dropped to his knees beside her, his breaths ragged. Clove reached out for his hand, panting. Blood ran down from her forehead.

"You stay with me," he ordered. "You have to stay with me, Clove, do you hear me? I can't lose you, Clove. I can't!"

"I don't want to die," she rasped, her breathing ragged. She blinked, tears running down her forehead.

"You won't," Cato said, feeling hopeless. Tears were running down his face now, too. "You'll be ok, Clove. I promise."

She just shook her head, blood mixing with her tears. Her breathing was slowing now, and the girl Cato loved looked more scared then ever.

"Don't leave me!" He shouted desperately, gripping her hand like a vice. But he knew. He knew. Clove was fatally wounded, and there was nothing he could do for her now. Finally, just before her breathing stopped completely, she reached up, and touched his face. And then, the canon fired.

She had left him for good now.

Stay With Meby ~Gryffindorlover

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why do I do this to myself? seriously, this is getting ridiculous.

And in his arms is the bleeding,
Love of his life.

And she cries,
Kiss it all better,
I’m not ready to go.
It’s not your fault love,
You didn’t know, you didn’t know.
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