I tease him by taking away anything that he has that he can possibly hurt me with. He has a spear too. Anyways, I take out the cruel blade, that I can swear Clove almost killed me with. But, this time, it's me doing the killing.
"Make it fast," he pleads. He's not that heavy, but I probably am more than him. That's good. I choke him for a long time and the knife feels flesh. And the cannon fires. It was that fast.
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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...
