The 100th Annual Hunger Games

This is what I think would happen if the Hunger Games still continued.

Katniss and Peeta never did complete the Revolution that freed them from the Capitol, and they had to continue their lives. Shepherding children into the Arena, hoping them as much as they could, only to watch them get butchered. But this was the 100th Annual Hunger Games, a quarter quell, what was to happen, no-one knew.


4. Eyes Open

I couldn't breathe, he loves me? How, when, why? He could see that I couldn't believe it, and I could see that he didn't know whether I took this as good or bad news. I don't know, I've never thought of him in that way. Also, how did he start thinking about me like that, how? He's never met me before yesterday, I think anyway. Unless he saw me in the canteen at school, that could be one theory. Well, the only theory I can think of. What else could there be? "I'm sorry," he said through. His head was buried in his arms that were crossed on the table, was he crying? "Why are you sorry?" I left the chair and knelt to him. My hands gripping the edge of the table, looking at his covered face. He was so sweet. But I have to ask myself, do I love him? He lifted his head, his eyes were wetter than before.


"Cause I love you," he said, sounding ashamed with himself. It's like he was stripped of his innocent when he said those words. I shuffled my knees, growing closer to him. His head moved slightly, after his arms were moved from the table. Settling on his lap. My head was spinning, not sure what just happened, and what I feel. He simply smiled at me encouragingly. I lifted my hand to his head, and moved a strand of hair from his eyes, behind his ear. I didn't move my hand, I left it on his cheek. His eyes lit up, ignited like fire with interest. "You don't need to be sorry," I spoke lightly. Finally breaking the silence. He seemed confused, but a little hope returned to him. My mind still thinking, ticking away, I still couldn't make my decision. I came closer to him, which he took well and with delight almost.


"Why?" he asked. Wanting to know what I meant. To be honest, I didn't know what I meant. It just felt like the right thing to say. Was it? Now I'm just confusing myself, and distracting myself from the main question I should be thinking about. Both my hands on both his cheeks, I looked deeply into his eyes. As if they were the only thing I could or want to see. "Because..." my mind began to think, before the moment would fade away. It was then I had the answer for the questions. Also, that nothing I could say would help me now. I pushed myself up, pressing my lips gently onto his. My hands still remaining on his cheeks. He didn't hold back at all. 


He began to stand, my body followed. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. His mouth began to go into overdrive. Without even being aware of what I was doing, I put my hand on his neck as he kissed my neck. I groaned in pleasure. I couldn't believe this was happening, this is it, I'm not leaving him. But then again. We're both in the Games, only one of us can live, that's if either of us live at all. It won't be me, it might be him. He scooped me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing more than air. My arms no longer holding his face, but clinging onto each other behind his neck. My teeth almost ripping at him. As he walked to his room. I don't know whether I was up for it, I don't know what to expect either.


Leo crashed through the door, me still kissing his neck. I didn't have a want to do this, I needed to do this, I couldn't stop. He sat on the bed, me sitting on his lap, but now looking at his eyes. He hands ran down my sides, and then down my tighs. He began to look awkward as he came closer to me privately. I could understand this, but I didn't want him to stop. "Leo," I whispered into his ear as I leaned into him. Forcing him to lay down, me on top of him. "Hmm," replying positively. I didn't know what to say. But like I realized earlier, actions speak louder than words. This will definately show what I wanted to say. My back straightened, sitting almost on his waist. I held the bottom of my shirt, and slowly, raised it above my head. Before I knew it, quicker than lightning. We swapped places. He was laying on top of me, taking his shirt off while I slipped off his trousers.


This is it, this is what my future will be. Whether if it lives past or ends at the Hunger Games...

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