It's going to be a slow death for Peeta. Too bad there isn't any one to watch. And then I spot eyes. I shoot and I think I got them in between the eyes. I go to retrieve the arrow and when I turn back, the girl from 7 is with Peeta. My first instinct is to shoot her, but I don't. I tackle her. She is surprised and before she can hurt me, I take her knife away and stab her. She's dead, and the other boy is too. Two cannons fire. Turns out their both from 7. I use her knife to do what Clove did to me on Peeta. A slow death. I trace his lips that I used to know. One teasing round and then for real. I dig into his flesh before realizing he's moving. I tie him up and continue. His face is red with blood and fleshy already.
"Having fun?" I say carelessly. I look around and there isn't anyone yet. Peeta has a good stash of stuff I could see. It must have been an hour before I decide I want him in pieces. Using the knife, I cut him up, piece by piece. His legs, detached. Before I know it, his cannon fires. I yell a yell of triumph and sense a knife. I deflect it with my bow, take Peeta's stuff, the knife I deflected, and disappear.
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The 100th Hunger Games
FanfictionThe Capitol is still burning. The arenas have been rebuilt, bigger, and more dangerous. The rebels are defeated, and the remaining survivors are either captured or left to die. It was Peeta's fault. I hate him. The ones captured are now let out for...
