I look back to Ben, only to see him lying on the ground. I stare down to my gun, it's aim on where Ben stood. I collapse to my knees, tears beginning to spill onto my cheeks. A cannon. And a gun shot, and another, followed by two more cannons.
I don't even care who they are anymore. I'm a murderer, to my own brother. Tears soak my cheeks. I'm a murderer... I'm a murderer... I'm a murderer...
I feel a gentile hand on my shoulder. I don't dare to look up. "Elena..." the voice says.
"What?" I croak.
"Go home." I turn to the voice. Aaron stands, his hand on my shoulder.
"What?" I ask with confusion. Aaron gives me a sly smile, before grabbing the gun from my hands. I realize what he's going to do. I knew he was crazy. Instead of running though, I stare at him, but instead of shooting me, he aims it his head.
Aaron falls to the ground and there's a cannon.
(A/N: I'm so sorry, I didn't want to end it like this either. I was planning on letting Ben and Elena win, but it didn't seem like it was going to end like that from the way it was going. Again, sorry.)
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I Can't (A Hunger Games Fanfiction)
FantasíaWhat if you were reaped for the Hunger Games? Would you kill others? Would you hide? Would you fight? Would you die? Would you live? ...
