I sense death. I taste, see, hear, smell, and feel death. Especially of Peeta Mellark. At the hands of me, I can sense it. Definitely. Peeta probably can too.
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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...
