𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀
—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘯—

     "𝙂𝙊 𝙊𝙉." 𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙊 states, gripping Peeta's throat. "Shoot. Then we both go down, and you win. Go on. I'm dead anyway."

His bottom lip quivers, thinking back to when he watched Casey take her final breath. "I always was, right? I didn't know that till now." He grits his teeth, knowing that everyone wanted Katniss to win. "How was that? Is that what they want?"

Katniss makes a move to shoot Cato, but he chuckles.

Peeta tries to move from his grasp, but is unsuccessful at his attempts. "No, I can still do this. I can still do this. One. More. Kill. It's the one thing I know how to do. Bringing pride to my District, not that it matters."

And in that moment, Peeta draws an 'x' on Cato's hand.

In a matter of seconds, an arrow is lodged into Cato's hand, and he's shoved off of the Cornucopia.

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Johanna Mason sinks into her seat, tears rolling down her cheek. After the cannon erupts around the arena, she turns of the television projection, slamming her fist into the wall of her living quarters and yelling with every ounce of power in her.

"Hey, hey," Finnick grabs her hand, pulling her into his arms as she sobs. "They aren't suffering anymore."

"She's gone," the woman cries into his chest. "They're all gone, Fin. We have to do something, I—I won't let her die in vain."

"It's okay," he assures her through her soft cries, running his fingers through her hair. "The Capitol won't get away with it, I promise."

The End.