What if Katniss never killed Marvel? What if district 12 was never meant to have a victor?
What if the 74th Hunger Games was meant to have a victor from district 1?
Marvel was once a nameless character in the first Hunger Games Movie and Book, but h...
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He was asleep. Or at least he looked like it.
He lay at my feet, unmoving. He was wrapped in a sleeping bag and seemed to be breathing.
How could he not hear me moving the rocks?
The cave held a sickeningly sweet scent of what smelled to be like syrup. My nose wrinkled at the disgusting smell.
He was not in good condition at all, he seemed to have a raging fever and had ragged breathing as though he was being choked.
And yet he still slept. The room only contained him, a water bottle and the parachute Katniss retrieved last night.
Keeping and eye on the boy, I picked up and sniffed the parachute container. Just as I suspected, that was what produced the sweet smell.
But what was it? And why isn't he awake.
I remembered the sound of their voices as they argued last night, surely Katniss hasn't poisoned him or something.
Either way, I knew what I needed to do next.
She just made it easier for me now that he is knocked out.
Or did she?
It would have been easier to kill him when he was awake and would try to attack me back- that way it wouldn't feel like such an unfair murder.
Murder. That's exactly what it is.
The memory of Katniss's arrow aimed at my chest floats back to my mind. I needed to do this.
The Capitol audience was probably thinking of me being weak right now, hesitating as I stood over the unarmed boy with a knife in each hand.
Entertain them Marvel. Give the audience what they want. This isn't about you. You are just a piece in their games.
"I wish you were awake Peeta," I whispered in the darkness. I ripped off the sleeping bag and tore his shirt away, leaving him bare skinned on the ground.
Give the Capitol what they want. They want you to draw blood, but not too fast.
I close my eyes and plunge the knife in, before dragging it down his back.
I could feel the blood before I saw it.
And yet he made no noise. He still looked like he was sleeping.
The Capitol would be eating this up.
Ignoring the blood blooding out of his chest, I start tracing up and down his neck before repeating the process along the side.
Not too deep to kill him immediately, but within a few minutes he will be dead.
I creep out of the cave and out into the moon light. My hands were covered in his blood, same with the knife and my boots.
