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"As a reminder, that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes are to be reaped - from the existing pool of victors in each district."
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[Katniss' pov]
"No!" She's shrieking, and in her screams I feel her pain. "No, please - n-not Katniss - again. Please!"
I turn around to look at Mother, and then I can't handle it another second. I run out the room, slamming the door closed, and into the forest, far far away.
As they used to say in the stories Prim and I were read as toddlers.
But this isn't like those stories.
The ones where the princesses had those sweeping, glittering, rainbow-coloured gowns and princes to come save them and palaces to live in as they waited, helpless. I'm in District 12, in a dark, damp, ramshackle village where the houses and the roads are coal-black. I have no one to save me.
I had Gale, but I pushed him away.
I have no one. And this time, when I go back to the Games, I'm willing to die.
What is there to live for now?
[Gale's pov]
How broken can a person be?
At least she's back, I thought. At least she won't leave again. At least it was just once.
I was wrong.
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May The Odds
FanfictionIn Gale Hawthorne's eyes, Katniss Everdeen could do no wrong. He had loved her since he could remember, and he'd begun to hope she loved him, too - when events took a surprising turn. Katniss volunteered for the Hunger Games, became a murderer and k...
