Until the Capitol decides what to do with me, I'm stuck in a prison. Grey, dull, and captured. I doze off and when I wake up, two Peacekeepers drag me out.
"Come," one says gruffly.
"No, I refuse," I say. One smacks me but misses and I smack him back. The other pulls out a gun and the last thing I feel is searing pain in my neck.
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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...
