Hunger games

Chapter 1

I shoot the arrow at coin, not even realizing what I'm doing before I've done it. Two rebels start dragging me away, that's when I pull out the nightlock. Im ready to do the unthinkable when Peeta snatches it from my grasp and it falls to the floor. I shout at him terrible things like,  "Damn you Peeta! Just let me die! Damn it!" And that's when I look at Snow. He has that same smirk on his face that I'm so familiar with. Suddenly, the crowd becomes a mob, running over to Snow screaming things that I shan't repeat. But then I realize that I've done the right thing. Coin would have killed me because I was competition to her. And Snow, Snow is dying right now. That mob is tearing him apart. But, he's most likely dead right now because of his health. He probably had a heart attack by now. I hope not. He deserves to suffer. Just like my sister, prim, did. Wait, Prim! Prim! No! She's gone. Because of her. Coin. And Snow. I'm furious with them. But they're both gone. I've rid the world of two people who could destroy it. Turn it into something it shouldn't be, and should never have been. The rebels drag me away to one of the buildings that looks like it was a clothing store. As they drag me in, I can faintly read the sign. It says, "Candies clothes." Very Capitol like. They put me in a room with a window and, as I look out I can see Peeta. He's standing in the same place, with the nightlock in his hand, moving it around, looking lost. I can see that the mob has finished with Snow, but surprisingly, he's not dead. That's when I look back to Peeta. As he comes to, he trudges over to Snow and what I see next is horrifying. Something only the kind, gentle Peeta who gave me the bread when I was in desperate need would do. Peeta takes the nightlock in his right hand and shoves it into Snow's bloody mouth. Nightlock kills instantly. As soon as it touches his lips, he's dead. There's no bringing him back. Luckily. I can see the look on Peeta's face as he turns away from Snow. I can tell he believes he did the right thing. Only Peeta would have that kind of compassion for someone who destroyed his home and slaughtered his family. He's the only person who would show such an act of kindness to someone who tortured him, and made him hate the one person he couldn't live without.
I stay in that room doing nothing for it seems like hours. No one comes. No one goes. The two rebels stay guard at the door though. Probably feel like it's there job to protect me. Or keep me locked up, away from everyone else so that no one else is in danger. They probably are just upset with me because I killed there soon-to-be president. What they don't know is that she was just like our last. I feel like maybe I should just tell them and everyone else, but then again, what they don't know won't hurt them. I don't know what's gonna happen next. All I know is that prim is gone. I have plenty of time to think in this room, which kinda feels like a prison to me. Guards outside the door. No visitors. Nothing to do. But all the time in the world to think. And that's something I don't wanna do. I don't want to think about anything that's happened lately. If anything I wanna keep busy so I don't have time to ponder things. Eventually, I get a visitor. I'm not surprised when the door opens and Haymitch walks in. I look over him and see that the 'guards' have left. Haymitch probably told them to leave. No surprise there. He never follows the rules. We're both one and the same. "Why, hello, sweetheart." He says as he moves his hair out of his face. "How has your day been? This is paradise considering what we've been through, isn't it?" He says with a chuckle. "You've met your goal. You assassinated coin, kept Peeta alive and Snow just so happens to be dead. Wanna know who killed him?" When I don't answer he laughs a sarcastic sorta laugh and says what I already know..." Not you, darling. Peeta. Peeta killed him. Well, he didn't murder him so to say. Just shoved some poisonous pill down his throat. But it's..." He shoves his hair out of his face again "....all the same." I look away and down at the ground. "Your only confirming what I already know, Haymitch. I saw it. I looked out the window." I say. He doesn't seem to have anything else to say. I look up at him, all serious now. "What's gonna happen now?" I whisper. Haymitch sighs, and has the same look on his face that I used to have when Peeta used to confess his undying love for me. Pain. Sympathy. Pity. He pulls out a letter from his pocket. "This is for you." He says, holding it out to me. When I don't take it, he sits down next to me and reads it to me.
                              "My dear Mockingjay, how far you've come since you volunteered in                      
                                your younger sister's place for the 74th Hunger Games. You've
    
                                achieved many things since the quarter quell. Such as killing Snow